Ladies Oil Wrestling 2010

"K., but I remember when I said 'go to the dashboard and get the gummy candies?'

is open, without having anything special to proclaim to the world, the blog of Starving Dogs.
idea I had to put it on Splinder, but as the editor of this page is shit and that the guide of the site is virtually a "learn HTML and battered the fuck, I turned in on LJ. The simplicity is perfect editor for a user my level, that does not require anything other than a white background on which to enter the black text. Call sobriety, call simple good taste, the fact is that the other combinations of colors bother me in the eyes. Then if I turn your ass back.

Ah but the way: "Who the fuck would the Starving Dogs?"
Simply said: this is a band, and I am the singer. We are four. Let's rock type stuff, but not quite rock, however, things with no choruses fennel and / or to people who attended the humanities ^[1] , serious stuff, so to speak. We aim to convince millions of people this, so nice to be learned from our work so much money and many consensual relationships with our fans. Unfortunately will not be easy, because we are not cute, funny or sociable, do not treat young love, politics and "the hypocrisy of this politically correct society, and we happily fighting cock to fit into a genre and then to respect their tradition. Also as hucksters do really suck. If you want to hear or see a couple of our pieces, you just bring your ass HERE and HERE . You are not to ask me what kind face, ears we have it, you decide how to categorize 'this stuff if you have time to lose. I do, I order the mica on the shelves (and nobody does that, however).
As a group, we plan to leave London in the last quarter of the year to see how it goes. Before we set aside some money and we are looking for a job there, then try to play some 'around. It may sound like a pretty pretentious bullshit, and that will be full arcisicuro are so astute that grudgingly "But who the fuck you think you, think of being better than us?" And other similar rosicare. The answer is "yes" (but the question is specious and nasty), but this is not the point. Simply put, nothing in particular keeps us here, we have no major commitments and we do not find a job, so why not? At the very least come back here and flab. At least I can say to my mother that the city is corrupt and bad as Renato Pozzetto returning from Milan, where the women are all sluts, and come to appreciate small simple pleasures of country life with an eye calmer. And then, speaking in numbers, the chances of making money in London are very remote, one in a one million optimistically, but here are and remain zero, and my house 1 / 1000000> 0 / 100, then I do not know. And anyway, who the hell cares.
Well, the first post is done, I will not write more now. In the future maybe enumerate the many funny anecdotes, a few words about us as people, but the idea attracts me at all. I'll see what I say heart later.

Bona.

^[1] in this case, those who when they hear someone say that was found the solution to the energy problem, they say "oh really?" And not "SCREENSHOT OR IT DID NOT Happen ! 1! " or something similar. Bad luck.