This Should Be Illegal

Posted by Bob on June 30, 2006: So, did I ever tell you guys how much I love the Beastie Boys? I mean, aren't they the best? I think they're great. I've seen them in concert at least 50 times. I've got a pair of sweat socks actually worn by Mike D! How awesome is that! I named them Blinky and Whiskers. They're like family to me.

So, when the greatest hits came out, did you guys buy the regular version, or the deluxe version? At first I was just going to buy the regular version since I have all their albums, maxi-singles, bootlegs, imports, videos, press photos, and pieces of their hair that I stole from the brushes in their dressing room, but then I figured "hey, it's the fucking Beastie Boys, stupid! You have to get both! Two copies of each, like always. One to open, one to save.

So anyway, I've gotta go. I'm gonna Listen to Ill Communication again. I've heard it twice already today, but so what, right? If you guys like the Beastie Boys, email me and let's talk. I can talk about them all day and it never gets old. See you next week.

Posted by Steve on June 30, 2006: Greetings everyone! Back from a bit of a business trip. For the record, Utah is...different. Not bad, just different. You know that part in the beginning of Pulp Fiction where Vincent is telling Jules about the cool shit you can do in Amsterdam? Yeah, Utah is kind of the exact opposite of that. For example, just about any beer you buy there has a lower alcohol content. Also, if you're at a restaurant and order a beer, then need another one, you have to finish the one you have before they can serve you another one. Seriously, I watched a waitress make one of the guys at our table finish his beer before she'd leave him the new one.

To show you how much all this affected me, I had to check the dictionary to make sure I was spelling "alcohol" right. When we got there, my roommate went to the grocery store and got some beer. (After carefully checking the alcohol content in each brand to make sure he got the most bang for his buck.) Me? I rocked the Hawaiian Punch. That's right. That's how I get down. I assure you, I'm the most boring person you know.

none of this, however, has anything has to do with this week's comic. I was at my local game store the other day, and we (that's me and the guy behind the counter) got into a discussion about the shape that people bring in games to trade. Like, how the fuck do you guys lose the case? Open it, take the game out, set the case on the side. When finished, return game to case. What's so hard about that? And then there's the scratches. Do you guys clean fingerprints off with sand paper? Ugh. If you treated a person the way some people treat their games, you'd be doing hard time.

Oh, in case you didn't know, I wrote Bob's newspost, as his internet connection is apparently on vacation. I'm actually a fan of the Beastie Boys, but Bob generally wants nothing to do with them. And since he was nice enough to write my newspost last week while I was out, I figured I'd return the favor. What are friends for, right? See you next week.