This one is super hipster to know about.Okay hipster
It's been a good while since I've seen it and only remember liking the music. I'll give it another go when I get time.
This one is super hipster to know about.Okay hipster
It's been a good while since I've seen it and only remember liking the music. I'll give it another go when I get time.
If you want to talk familiar but not at all like the original...This is a weird one to me. It feels very familiar, but nothing at all like the original.
I see your Buffalo Bill and raise you one MLKjr.If you want to talk familiar but not at all like the original...
As a Hispanic, this is funny but also still annoying. And something that often happens where I live. Not just for birthdays —anything could set off a loud musical celebration.Until your disc jockey neighbor has blasted very loud versions of songs that you know, but you really don't. My neighbor is celebrating his daughter's 16th birthday so he has been tuning up all week for it. He is almost a 100 yards away from us and loud enough to rattle windows.
There's nothing worse than some fucking asshole that thinks it is okay to run impacts, cut, grind, and beat on steel all fucking day long.
I grew up in a rural area of south east NM, I didn't even know you could have gringo friends until I got to high school.Come visit So Texas! We have two AM stations in English, the rest Spanish. I am in the minority. SA is 64% Hispanic by official count; more like 80% in reality. Two of my neighbors have strung up their party lights across their backyards and play musica almost every day. I love it! The only thing bad about SoTx is that summer is so long+hot.
Now I need to watch it again. I think I've seen every Wes Anderson film exactly once and generally enjoy them.
Until your disc jockey neighbor has blasted very loud versions of songs that you know, but you really don't. My neighbor is celebrating his daughter's 16th birthday so he has been tuning up all week for it. He is almost a 100 yards away from us and loud enough to rattle windows.
Our favorite restaurant growing up in NE Texas was a Mexican restaurant named "Gringos." When I looked that up as a teenager I was like, "What?" Ironically, everyone who ate there was a gringo.I grew up in a rural area of south east NM, I didn't even know you could have gringo friends until I got to high school.
Actually, I've had both. The steel work didn't really bother me, the fucking Cuban music which was at about 90 dB at my property line, and 80 inside the house was FAR worse. They finally got tired of my calling the cops EVERY SINGLE WEEKEND for almost 2 years, and moved the Hell out. The unresponsive slumlord owner then sold the property, which was a good thing because I had accumulated enough data to sue and was just starting to look for an attorney when the idiots moved.There's nothing worse than some fucking asshole that thinks it is okay to run impacts, cut, grind, and beat on steel all fucking day long.
I can empathise with knowing, but not really, lyrics, for years I have been wondering if Scaramouche can do the Fandango, does Beelzebub have the Devil for a sideboard? Like a bat out of hell - something, something something else, was Lola really a girl?Until your disc jockey neighbor has blasted very loud versions of songs that you know, but you really don't. My neighbor is celebrating his daughter's 16th birthday so he has been tuning up all week for it. He is almost a 100 yards away from us and loud enough to rattle windows.