Wow ... after checking that blog, this Frangry seems like a real FWD*. I hope he shows the proper respect to the hallowed halls of WFMU.
Ramsey havin' a pop at his buddy was a nice, if disloyal, touch.
Quote from: Steve in North Hollywood on October 01, 2008, 08:48:13 AMWow ... after checking that blog, this Frangry seems like a real FWD*. I hope he shows the proper respect to the hallowed halls of WFMU.I think frangry is a girl.EDIT: MasterofSparks already said it. I bottom posted. Whoops.But yeah, from that blog, I don't think I'm into Shut Up Weirdo, and I haven't even heard it yet.
we decide we want to go dance at le baron. we try to get a cab but to no avail. frannie gets in a fight with an old french dude who’s trying to steal our cabs. she’s like, "go fuck yourself!" and he replies, "moi? moi?" and she retorts in her best new york voice, "YEAH, YOU! go fuck yourself!" go fuck yourself: count 1.it’s almost 1, but we see a few people going down to the metro. the turnstiles are closed, but we hop it like the locals and make the last train. SCORE. the 2 line takes us to arc de triomphe, pretty much right to le baron. DOUBLE SCORE.on our 5 block jaunt down avenue marceau, we get cruised by these two eurotrash dudes in a mercedes convertible. they follow us the entire way to le baron asking us, "hey, where you going? come and party with us in the backseat!" we’re running away as fast as we could by this point in our heels scared out of our minds.we make it to the front door. phew. there’s a mob of people waiting to get inside. we walk up to the front, and the bouncer goes, "deux?" we resoundingly reply, "oui." the velvet rope is open, and we leave the suckers in the dust. we realize juan and milton were the dead weights last time. suckers.obligatory celebrity checklist: kirsten dunst. check. chloe sevigny. check. ben cho. check. leigh the misshapes girl. check. rumor has it that kate moss and her man from the kills are on their way. but whatevs.by this point, we’re getting in a dispute with some spanish dude with a couple of hyena-looking girls for our seat. he’s trying to tell us he has that seat reserved and threatens us to leave or he’ll have to get someone to ask us to leave. we’re like, "yeah, why don’t you do that? we’ll wait." punkass trick.we drink and dance some more. we are wasted. frannie gets picked up by a guy named LEO with a zit on his forehead. other than his zit, he’s a handsome dude. she’s stoked, because that was the first white collar action she’s gotten the whole time in paris. one for frannie.we decide to take off and try to find a cab 4am-ish. it’s the worst thing about paris. not enough damn cabs in service. we’re fighting with other people to snag a cab. frannie’s "go fuck yourself" count is going up exponentially by the minute. we finally find one.we get in the cab and ask the cabbie to find us a food joint before we get to the hotel. for some inexplicable reason, frannie starts mouthing hoovie off. all hoovie can say is, "just shut up." "bitch, SHUT UP!" she keeps pushing hoovie’s buttons. "don’t tell me to shut up, you cunt." at one point, frannie gets just plain mean and vicious. right then, hoovie pushes frannie’s face in. frannie slaps hoovie across the head... and ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE.the two drunk american girls start slapping each other across the face in the backseat. there’s a "naw naw naw, hell naw!" or two being thrown about.the cab driver is freaking out but also laughing. he finds an all-night sandwich joint and tries to break up the fight by asking, "do you want a sandwich?" we both scream, "NO!" frangry screams, "just take us to the FUCKING HOTEL!" he replies, "the fucking hotel?" hoovie intervenes, "just the hotel will do, thanks." word up to the cabbie for the comic relief.we are silent most of the way back until frannie whimpers, "dude, why does EVERYBODY like to hit me—in paris! WTF." hoovie can’t help but chuckle. "i don’t know, man... i don’t know." WTF, indeed.we get off the cab and start screaming at each other like two crazy ass french lovers. the epic battle continues in the hotel room. then the two nutsos stop. laugh. hug. cry and make up. and laugh some more. wtf happened? why were we even fighting in the first place? dude, we’re nuts.
We could bad-call bomb their show. Just call and be boring.
Quote from: dave from knoxville on October 02, 2008, 01:37:28 PMWe could bad-call bomb their show. Just call and be boring.Sounds great. We could really put our math skills to good use!