Comments on: Can you hear it?

By: dentext

dentext — Mon, 02 Mar 2009 15:16:24 +0000

Oh, and if you didn’t hear it, get yer shit checked out. Not just that flute & violins are often better than sex & violence, but often times they can do something about hearing loss.

By: dentext

dentext — Mon, 02 Mar 2009 15:12:36 +0000

I heard it, but the gtr player and drummer in the room with me did not.
Wear hearing protection at those shows, people.
and if you practice loud.

By: Mark

Mark — Sat, 28 Feb 2009 17:11:53 +0000

31 here, and I heard it. And that’s after four years of working on loud aircraft in the military…so I’m a walking mystery. Donations and beer can be sent to the following address…

By: TedBike3000

TedBike3000 — Sat, 28 Feb 2009 01:34:09 +0000

43 and heard it just fine….my 53 year old wife and 52 year old housemate were at a loss though.

By: P@J

P@J — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 08:26:18 +0000

It told me to burn things….

By: pirata

pirata — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 06:47:26 +0000

Heard it. just 37.

The interesting thing is my dog really reacted to it, jumped up, ears back, looking around…

By: whiskytango

whiskytango — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 05:17:23 +0000

You should see what this thing is doing to my cat, Its face is about to explode.

By: sommerfliesby

sommerfliesby — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 02:38:32 +0000

This post and it’s responses are why I love Drunk Cyclist. Plus…i’ve had 64 oz of fat tire or so…either way, I’m laughing. boooooooooooooooong.

By: John

John — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 01:45:05 +0000

I want me some Train Horn.

By: Snake Hawk

Snake Hawk — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 00:13:22 +0000

sweet, then you’ll dig the visual, copywright SnackHulk, 20010.

By: de

de — Thu, 26 Feb 2009 23:32:21 +0000

“more manly than george clooney jackhammering a hole in the hood of an H2 in order to rescue spring break with his bare hands.”

Probably the funniest things I have read this year.

By: Snake Hawk

Snake Hawk — Thu, 26 Feb 2009 23:09:22 +0000

i am so hardcore from going to so many punk, hardcore, metal, and gothical shows that i can’t even hear that sound. i can hear the sound of a beer going down my neck. i can hear the sound of my muscles ripping my business slacks. i can hear the sound of my fucking bank account overflowing like a hot tub full of bitches. i can hear you being about half as gnar as i am when the saturday pelican rolls out of the treck store parking lot. i can hear the sound of children in africa benefitting from the diamond mining industry. i can hear america pulling itself up by the bootstraps and putting fake flowers in abu grahib. i can hear the chiseled rugged good looks of my sunglasses being more manly than george clooney jackhammering a hole in the hood of an H2 in order to rescue spring break with his bare hands. i can hear you all not hearing any of that.