#dain bramage

[allwhiterain]

Dave Grohl and Kurt Cobain sharing a lighter in New York (1993) (Colorized)

[whatshouldwecallchronicillness]

Vestibular therapy...

[kalrialcock]

Whats pon? De replay?

hey mr. dj…..

[localbionerd]

he will get dain bramage

[sober-husker]

Why do you start acting like a literal cat when you hit your head on a wall? It's cute, but I'm curious.

… dain bramage….

(No. Not a typo)

[loki-the-mad]

I’ve just realized that I can post this here, so here, have the list of quotes my history teach has said in the past two months

1. You don’t have to know them, you just have to know Christianity can’t agree on what Christianity is. (About christian denominations)

2. They’re all trying to kill each other *dramatic sigh* (About Christian denominations fighting each other in Germany)

3. I don’t know if you know anything about mercury. It’s serious dain bramage. (About Spanish forcing natives to mine for silver using mercury)

4. Me: a revolt paints the revolutionaries as bad guys and a rebellion paints the revolutionaries as good guys?

Him: Ooh I like that. You’re wrong, but I like the way you’re looking at that. You’re using context

5. Iran was fighting Iraq. Oh sorry, you’re from South Carolina. *thick southern accent* Eye-ran was fighting eye-rack. (Talking about how America would rather arm other forces than join the fight itself)

6. Him: What’s the difference between peasants and peons and serfs and indentured servants and slaves?

Me: Nothing!

Him: Great, moving on!

7. Trump drained the swamp! But he didn’t drain the marshland! (About how all the first english colonies were at estuaries and they sucked)

8. These are the wetlands. I like that, it sounds like they have a bladder problem.

9. Him: What’d you do in the congaree swamp?

My classmate: I stole a pig!

10. Better to die here with freedom on your lips than in England with *voice goes quiet* …freedom? (Talking about how everyone sent to America was basically sent to die)

11. Alright toodles *hangs up phone*

12. Where’s my keys? Oh yeah, I had to freshen up the ROACH (After having to unlock his cabinet to get the Lysol to try to spray a roach in the corner of the room)

13. You all sound like a chorus. They died. (After the whole class said ‘they died’ at the same time)

14. In the great. Swamp. Fight.

15. What’s the source of all knowledge? That’s right, the bibble. (Explaining why the period for indentured servitude was 7 years)

16. It’s B.S! Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. Bullshit. (About the government)

17. Why the hell would they be called the 49ers? Sorry, why the heck. I hate when I cuss in class. Shit. (Talking about the gold rush of 1849)

18. What happens when you add fire to a fire? Sorry, that was stupid. (Talking about the myth of the Yankees lighting everything on fire as they went)

19. They didn’t love her, they just wanted to make more farmers. She was a ~vessel~ (Talking about bartered brides running to Philadelphia)

20. Cause everyone was just making……..stuff up. *Quieter* Cause you can’t say shit in class.

21. Can you tell I’ve had three hours of sleep?

22. Who put men in charge? Hm, let me think. I know! Men. (Talking about Enlightenment and the pushback against the patriarchy)

23. That was their motivation! Freedom! (Giggles)(Covers his mouth with paper) Sorry. (Talking about people taking land from the natives/the revolutionary war)

24. You can’t start a country with 40,000 people, people. You gotta have more people, people. (Talking about how underpopulated America was until the 1750s)

25. The scots—Oh. The scots! (Remembering the scots were, in fact, in America)(And definitely didn’t want to be)

26. Him: Native Americans, this is your land. British colonists, this is your land. Stay out of each other’s way!

Me: That’ll work

Him: Shhhhhhh

(Talking about the Proclamation Treaty)

27. Lowering the duty. Hehe. I get to say doodie in class (Talking about the various import taxes that ‘started’ the American Revolution)

28. TARIFFS! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! (Explaining economics, in a history class)

29. Most terrorists don’t go around saying “hello, I’m Fred, I’ll be your terrorists today.” Usually they do it by surprise, which isn’t very nice. (Talking about what classified the American revolutionaries as “terrorists”)

30. Is there anything you don’t know?!?!? (Throws a paper towel at me)

31. Me: walks into class

Him: *mock salutes* colonel

32. Tommy Paine! Tommy Paine was a teacher so, y’know, he had no job (About Thomas Paine writing Common Sense

33. So the guy who promised to give them fur? You ready for this? He deferred. (About Ben Franklin promising to give the French the fur trade back if they supported the Americans)

[riggy-runkey]

Do you remember anything from when you had dain bramage

not much i remember a few things but most of it is a blur

[mac-and-thefox]

I want to know about you vinyl record collection, please share with the class

OKAY. SO.

Under the cut for rambles

So I have a decent amount of records. Most are rock, the range from Tom Petty, to Fleetwood Mac, to X and Anti-Pasti, and of course, Ghost.

Most I've found on ebay, some I've gotten from the record store near my house. I have a bunch of early edition releases that I'm really proud of finding/getting a good deal on ebay. These include Tom Petty's Damn the Torpedos, AC DCs Back in Black, and Buckingham Nicks, which is what preceded Fleetwood Mac (I have early editions of Rumors and their self titled debut as well).

However, my most prized vinyls are probably the UK release Nirvana singles that I have. My Smells Like Teen Spirit 7" single was a #5 press, and my Heart Shaped Box single was #54 press.

My other one is this Dain Bramage record. Dain Bramage was Dave Grohl's high school band before going off to tour as a young adult. The record is called I Scream Not Coming Down. It's a #14 press out of less than 1000.

I also really love this Anti-Pasti record called The Last Call. Anti-Pasti is this british punk band from the 80s that did all of their own record packing, promotion, merch, everything. This particular vinyl is special because the labels were actually placed on the wrong sides.

[shyroism]

Tonight I'm playing Lobotomy Corporation! I've been interested in looking into Project Moon's games for a while, so let's start at the beginning! Hope to see you there!

[moosekababs]

SEEING A PRIDE FLAG YOU DON'T RECOGNIZE IS SO FUCKING SCARY. GOTTA APPROACH EVERY NEW FLAG YOU SEE LIKE

AND IT FUCKING SUCKS CAUSE THEY'RE USUALLY NOT PEDOPHILES OR ZOOPHILES OR SHIT LIKE THAT BUT YOU STILL *HAVE* TO FUCKIN CHECK, AND THEN WHEN YOU GOT DAIN BRAMAGE NO REMBER DISEASE LIKE ME. EVEN AFTER YOU ID A FLAG YOU DONT FUCJING REMEMBER THAT YOU DID. SO YOU CAN SEE A FLAG DOZENS OF TIMES AND STILL BE LIKE "wait is that the terf one???" AND IT FUCKING BLOWS!!!!!!

[crossover-enthusiast]

Pffffff

Time travel caused irreversable dain bramage to this poor guy and now he's an insane jester pirate

Hehehe

He constantly references things from the future but no one has either any clue what he's saying or thinks it's just the rambles of a mad man

[realhankmccoy]

I'm not sure I can read 'old Hank' not right now, not with all this dain bramage and my interest not being in looking at yesteryear's steamed-up self. This just looks like a hot mess to me tonight and I'm not reading it:

“Rationally, logically, strategically, x y and z, Western Culture is upheld by YT!” So they ‘think’, always deeming themselves the brains of the operation.  Always headed down that same course.  Oh, we’ll just assign that earth element to the black ones.  They’re so earthy.  I am air, I am air, I am the wind!  It’s like the intro to Captain Fuckin’ Planet, only all you ever hear in this ‘culture’ is Wind! Wind! Wind! the sound of Linka, the Russian Planeteer, til you want to blow your brains out, as many of them, especially the male ones, tend to do.

But such is YT, and such has YT long been.  “I am the tower, I am air, I have the mind of a computer, I am perhaps where computers come from (Japan, bro, but ya think the Jobs was the genie til the fag killed the In-uhhh-vation, probs), I, with my cerebral acumen, my level head, my dispassionate levelheaded state, it’s so clear, I think so, so clearly…” and yet, uh, why do I got a fetish of uh?  Can you turn me into a jock, man?  I love when they turn into jocks… duh I’m so smart but can I submit this request like you haven’t already got fifty of them on your backgammon table?  You *do* play backgammon, right, like all our kind do, you *do* do the Virginia Reel on a cruise ship, I certainly hope, master of all master races, master of puppets, master of “Des. Duh.. REEEE!”  Des-Duh-Ree Rides Again!  Have you seen it?  She’s my favorite actress… Yeah, you bet you are air, airhead.  You’re about as Clear as David Miscavige. Here’s a limerick distended into a white bundle of Rapunzel’s cascading hair after some little white lies:  why would it only be doing you a favour for me to chain you to a chair in a basement and feed you a steady diet of psychadelic drugs and get up close and personal with every trick I still remember from folkstyle wrestling and slap the motherfucking shit out of you every time you try to pull this white shit about how you’re the critic, you’re the genius, you’re the bossman, you’re the sociologist, you’re the boundary setting, you’re the censor, you’re the censor, you’re the censor, cut that hair nig, conk it for me, put on a tie, look like me in the office, whiter, whiter, whiter, all the money and power to me with the lowest amount of effort only – gee an Excel spreadsheet is so much effort – I should get paid six figures a year from it – or just – hey I’m worth it – except when I’m not and insecure and sad that I don’t feel like I am – but really I do feel like I’m master of the universe – or should be – my name is YT! Why would it only be doing you a favor to rip your the fuck out of your clothes and slam your head to the floor and rub my hairy armpit all over your face as I open a bottle of liquor, occasionally swigging it and haphazardly pouring it all over you as you gasp for air but swig it down anyhow?  You want the premium stuff or you want the Make Kentucky Great Against moonshine causing moondullness in a moonstreaked mind?  Is that subtle enough for you to bone to?  Naw?  Naw cunt?

How many slaps and punches to the gut does it take to get to the center of a libtard?  Isn’t that what you truly want to be?  A ‘good guy’, but just a lot stupider, the slow dumbing down process?  If that’s not a libtard, then what is? ”But I am the air, and can do no wrong, so reasonable!” you screech as I slap the fuck out of you and shout “Bro, who the fuck do you think you are?  The fuck is wrong with you?  You sound like some pussified control freak, like that loser you used to be, the one who got in everybody’s faces like oh-gee-I’m-so-analytic!  Bro, I want you to snap out of it, bro.  I want you here with me now, bro.  Enjoying this moment.  Here, man, get the fuck down.  I’ll hold your shoes while you do sit-ups.  You need to get the fuck out of your head and wake the hell up, man.  I can order us pizza in a few.  Pizza and some brews. Why, why would you be better off if only kicking and screaming as you were forced to devote all your shitty, entitled YT judge brain – how many Supreme Court justices are YT – assessor Overman crap culture Anglo-Shitson buhwain to where the tape slows down and gets dull – cue the vinyl chip squeal?  They say after 22 days, a new mentality / overcoming of old ways of being finally takes over.  So – and we’d probably need twice that given the sky brain isn’t even on par huh is it – to even try to really make anything delectable of you at all, anything that would snort poppers with me, who’s heart I could feel beat in warm embrace, drooling bro, bro, I feel ya bro, fuck.  The Neanderthal, but naw, that’s just a 1/5 of the Trivial Pursuit mind posturing as seeryus bidness we’re trying to upend from the table.  I want those pieces on the fucking floor and swept away.  What would it take for that potential even to get out of its own entitled, narcissistic, boss-brain, stuttering air-air-airhead to be able to manage to put on a backwards ballcap and go shirtless in public after devoting itself to full commitment at the gym?  To fully at least looking its best?  Fuck have you achieved?  Even a jockbro like you putting every ounce of its small brainpower into looking its best has achieved more than the average critically-inclined basement-dweller.  Even a jockbro like you has more to offer.  Fuck bro, I can feel ya bro, snort this bro, I want to feel you in me, bro.  I feel ya, bro, I need to feel you in me now, bro.  Fuck, you’re so fucking hot.  Hold me down by the throat, bro, maybe if you choke off my windpipe a little the airhead I was will never return.  Huhuhhuhahhauahauha (noises of gagging on one’s own spit from laughing so hard and having such a hot, good time, good times bro, hahahahahurhurha, you wanna go out and hit the town?  Is there a town to hit?  Fuck if I know, man, wouldn’t it be funny though if every white culture cellphone and laptop just fucking exploded though?  They’d have to stop guttersniping each other and trying to primate dominance hierarchy their way into a ‘better’ future as if a fucking one of them truly gives a shit about that.  Zim zam zum, zir and ze, harharhar, herherher, hurhurhur, hand that’s all she wrote for Western Culture.  How dare you?  How dare.  How dare.  How dare.  We are living in a material world, and I am a material girl, so bend the fuck over, bro, so I can get these mitts on those thick-ass pecs while I rape the bash out of your hole.  Fuck, man.  Your legs are so fucking hairy.  Hahaha yeah always were man.  Like I mean starting since like I became a teenager.  Cool, bro.  Did you know teenagers were a social construct invented by capitalism and now protracted into perpetual adolescence due to social mores that shifted after second-wave feminism enviously tooks its cues from the black power movements of the 60s and beginning with —- wait, what the fuck am I saying, I sound like one of them (blast of white noise) fuck man, press play, I want to hear some music, you like Tool?  — Hahahaha.  You like White Pony?  Get the fuck out.

[there-goes-trouble]

My skull just got rocked because I had a migraine earlier today and I sneezed tonight. brain jingling against skull like pin ball.. dain bramage

[the-dyke-of-handsomeness]

so I do this think where whenever I talk about brain damage I say “Dain Bramage” but one time I said it unironically and was very concerned

[subconsciousdiarrhea]

irreparable dain bramage