I prefer a set of headphones.

Ever seen someone carrying a pizza during a concert?
Yes. I've also seen pizzas flying through the air. Alongside turkey legs. And hot dogs. Water bottles. Plastic beer bottles. One of which hit me in the head. XDChozon1 wrote:Meh. I've heard bad things about outdoors concerts.
I prefer a set of headphones.Maybe some pizza.
Ever seen someone carrying a pizza during a concert?
It's fun because it's seeing a band you like/love live (that's how I end up seeing the bands that I don't like... they're opening for a band I like, or vice versa), it's with friends (yeah, you can do other things, but... sometimes, a concert is the ticket...), and, mostly, it's seeing a band live. There's something indescribable about that, something intangible. Something almost magical.Chozon1 wrote:Huh...Tell me, why, exactly, should this be considered fun?
I've had bottles thrown before...didn't end well. Mostly for the thrower, admittedly. But I've got bad memories of a church because of it.
His bruise healed eventually, if he even got one. But we were never friends.
Did you confess your love to a girl recently and got shot down? Or did a beloved pet die? If yes... heart ache. If no... too much fried food.Chozon1 wrote:-_-
Meh. To each his own, I suppose. Bring me a T-Shirt.
Me, I like to throw rotten fruit at people with my friends.
Or not.
Heart ache? Or simply to much fried food?
From whom?Chozon1 wrote:To much fried food. I'm not much good at the whole confessing love thing. I'm more of a "By the way, I love you. But now, I have to leave--Rapidly" type person.
I should note though, that there are other forms of heartache. Being bound by fear, or loneliness, for example.
Still, too much donuts.
Bad grammar?
Was the misspelling of "your" intentional? If so, bravo.Chozon1 wrote:You of course. Your notorious for it.
All night guitar-a-thons?
>_< Dyah...fingers...broken...
Uh.... now I'm kinda speechless. XDChozon1 wrote:Uh...yes. Of course it was. What type of full do you take me for? >_<
A 1993 Buick Regal Custom. I had it for three years... and it just died in November. My uncle thinks otherwise, though, so he's attempting to fix it. If he does... the car is his.Chozon1 wrote:I'm glad. It was meant to take the breathe of the people away.
What was your first car?