#dj diesel

[thereviewsarein]

DJ Diesel Sets to Headline at the 2023 Calgary Stampede

Shaquille O’Neal, Shaq, The Big Aristotle – DJ Diesel himself is coming to the 2023 Calgary Stampede! The NBA Hall of Famer and all-around entertainer will take over the Bud Light Stage at the Big Four Roadhouse on Friday, July 7 at 10:30 pm. And it’s going to be BIG. The man is larger than life at 7’1” but his personality is even bigger. And when we turns on the turntables, I have no doubt that…

[steam-beasts]

" They used to call me 'Devious'..."

Just a sketch of Diesel rambling to his little bro about how he once blackmailed a tank engine and nearly got away with it.

[steelsponge]

101DS Drawing a Day Challenge 18/18.

The fam is all here (well, not everyone, but still). It's been 5 years since the release of 101 Dalmatian Street. Here's to 5 more years of keeping discussion and support for it alive.

[ladychandraofthemoone]

Does Bruno exist?

Hi 👋

Bruno the brakecar/brakevan is a DL&W Caboose in my au a “bobber caboose”. Bruno tends to go non-verbal and often shuts down when overstimulated (he’s like me fr) so his friend Rosie who r old friends/colleagues from their old railway in the states (bigg city) taught him asl to communicate and she taught the others so their friends got the basic asl knowledge. He was placed in static display at a museum before being sent to work at Sodor either as an brakevan or at the earl’s estate railway museum after his old musuem closed down.

Toad and Bruno (maybe Brian) both have a entire list of every guard and engine they ever worked with, they get along well since Bruno’s retains, he’s also friends with Kana and the ffarquhar gang since he prefers the branchline work than the big stations. Plus Diesel, Adam and Diesel Jr.(Damien/DJ)

[lazygirldoesfics]

drunk confession [1/7]

how i imagine each of the bistro huddy guys would drunkenly confess their feelings for you

starting with nico !!

Nicole plops into the passenger seat of your old sedan, heaving a sigh. "Thanks for picking me up last minute."

"No worries, you're on my way anyway. What happened to Bridgette?"

"She fucking bailed." You watch as Nicole studies herself in the visor mirror. She picks at her mascara, eyes sparking with outrage as she continues, "Her bum ass boyfriend told her she 'couldn't come', that it's not 'his scene' so it'd be 'disrespectful' if she goes to another guy's birthday party without him. Like fucking grow up."

"Unbelievable," you groan, commiserating.

"I don't know why she stays with him," Nicole says smacking the visor back into place before she turns to you. Her lips curl upwards, deviously. "Which means we have to put in the work tonight to make sure she feels every bit of FOMO and gets pissed at that piece of shit so I'm not the only one seething about it." Nicole pulls out her phone, angling the camera to get both of you in the shot, and snaps a picture when you're wearing matching frowns. She texts it to Bridgette as you shift the car into gear and take off.

"Of course he picks a spot with absolutely no fucking parking," Nicole complains as you make your way to the club. The click clack of your heels echoes every inch of road you had to drive down until you finally found a place to park. Nicole keeps having to pull her dress down, grumbling each time she wrangles the hem back into it's place. You suppress a smile, amused by her grumpiness, knowing fully well that if she didn't want to be here she wouldn't have put in the effort to show up.

"It's gonna be fun," you cheer. "He's been talking up this spot all week."

Nicole stops dead, glancing down at you with eyes bearing just a hint of judgement. "It's Nico. I don't exactly trust his idea of a great spot. I'm prepared for sexual harassment and well drinks that taste like diesel." You shove her playfully with your elbow and that at least rises a smile out of her. "All I'm saying is I better get extra fries all week for coming to this. Like they better be hot and waiting as soon as I clock in."

"Agreed," you laugh.

There's a line out the door that emits more cursing from Nicole, but you make the best of it by sending selfies to Bridgette while you wait. She responds to each one almost instantly, hearting the messages or sending crying emojis. You frown when Nicole suggests this means Bridgette's probably watching reruns of Real Housewives by herself, while her boyfriend ignores her.

When it's your turn to be inspected by the bouncer, you give him your best smile. He barely glances at you before waving you passed the threshold. Stepping beyond the entrance door, you become engulfed by the change in atmosphere. Sweat slick air clings to you, fog from the DJ booth hazes your vision and the thrum of the bass pulsates through to your core. An air of cloying desperation sinks into your skin while your heels stick to the grime covered floor.

Nicole coughs next to you, disdain barely concealed. Eagle-eyed, you spot a guy stumbling towards your direction, beer sloshing onto the floor in his wake. Gently, you steer Nicole to the left, just beyond the drunken splash zone, saving her from a drenching.

That man has no idea of the life debt he owes you.

Nicole clenches her eye shut, breathing deeply. "Okay. Okay! I'm aligning my energy. I am here." Her eyes snap open and she brushes her long blond tendril back. "Let's go kill this shit."

She uses her height to scan the crowd and you're happy to watch from your shorter vantage point. "I see them." Nicole strides through the crowd towards the left side of the dance floor and you follow the path she carves. Still, she checks behind her every so often to make sure she hasn't lost you.

At last you make it through the crowd, rewarded with the sight of familiar faces. Brad turns his attention from the bar to wave a greeting, then signals back to the bartender to add two more drinks to his order. Ruby toasts her beer to you with a barely perceptible nod. Joey, perched at the edge of a black plastic bar stool, rubs at his temples. "This music is fucking awful."

"Oh, don't be such a boomer, Joey," Nicole teases, happy to abandon her own irritability if it means she gets to rub Joey's face in his. He mouths for her to shut up and Nicole responds by turning around to snap a selfie. She winks at you after sending the photo off to Bridgette, a secret between the two of you that she actually agrees with Joey more than he'll ever know. You choke down a laugh as you sit next to Ruby, letting Nicole sidle up to Brad and grab the two drinks he ordered for you both.

"Where's the birthday boy?" you ask and Ruby nods towards the dance floor. It's easy to spot Nico with his signature red bandana, though you don't know the cute blond girl he's dancing with. The burn of a blush creeps up your neck as you linger on Nico's hand clutching at the girl's side, ashamed that you notice the way his eyes rake down her figure. Besides him is Pickles, bouncing around like a pinball and dancing, presumably, with himself. That, at least, makes you smile.

"Bottoms up!" Nicole announces, handing a shot off to you. Her and Ruby share a terse smile. You wish they'd get along better, they are so incredibly alike.

You down the shot, letting the warm burn fill you. "Next one's on me!" you say, putting the glass down on the table and standing. "Anyone gonna dance?"

Ruby stills and Nicole proclaims she's not ready, turning back towards the bar to get another drink. Brad scans the crowd, though his eyes seem to trail after Nicole as she flirts with the bartender.

"Joey?"

The chef shakes his head. "Sorry, sunshine, as soon as this beer's done I'm out of here." He shakes his half full bottle of Coors at you. You put your hands on your hips, feigning appall. "You're all boring." With that, you jump into the crowd next to Pickles and bump your hip into his in time with the music.

"Y/N!!!" Pickles beams, flinging his arms around you and squeezing. "I'm so happy you're here!"

You squeeze Pickles just as hard, then take his hand to let him twirl you around. As you spin your eyes lock with Nico's, unaware that he'd even noticed you were here. You smile at him over Pickles' shoulder, and his lips pull into that lazy half-grin he sometimes gives you from behind the line. The blond he is with is lightning fast though, putting her hands on either side of his face to pull his focus back to her.

Your chest tightens, but the music changes to a song with a fast bass that dissolves the knots forming. You grab onto Pickles' hands and you jump together while sing-screaming the lyrics at each other. This goes on for awhile, the songs bleeding into each other, each one hyping you and Pickles up more and more.

The latest song begins to fade and Pickles leans into you, panting. "I need water."

You nod in agreement, fanning yourself with the neck of your shirt. Hands entwined, Pickles pulls you off the dance floor. Ruby and Joey are exactly where you'd left them, a few more beer bottles discarded around the table and hands waving wildly as they argue about something. Nicole stands a few feet away, back leisurely pressed against the bar. She's making exaggerated expressions over her espresso martini glass. You follow her eye line as you press up to the bar next to her and realize she is silently judging Brad's dance partner. Brad's eyebrows react back to her, and though not a word passes either of their lips, they are having a full blown conversation. Gracefully, Brad untangles himself from the girl, walking back over to Nicole in defeat. "I didn't think she was that bad."

"I didn't say a word," Nicole responds, smugly.

Barely hiding a smirk as the bartender approaches, you ask for two waters, handing a cup over to Pickles when they're given to you. The song changes just as the water hits your lips. The familiar opening bars to a Queen song fills the club. You turn to Pickles, eyes meeting each other in pure delight and the water cups are immediately discarded. "Oh we're ALL dancing to this one!" You proclaim, latching onto Nicole and Brad's wrists. You pull them forward, pushing them to follow Pickles onto the floor before you turn on Ruby and Joey. "You guys too, let's go! C'mon Joseph!" Ruby gets up, feigning reluctance as she lets you prod her along while you pull Joey by the crook of his elbow onto the floor with you.

You meet the others just in time to hear the girl Nico had been dancing with pout over the song being lame. She leaves when she realizes Nico's attention is totally lost for the moment. The song may not be her thing, but it also probably didn't help the way Pickles was jumping on top of Nico with abandon, holding absolutely no regard for her attempt to continue grinding. You all surround Nico, singing at the top of your lungs and jostling him in the middle of your mini mosh pit. Even Joey belts out a few words and plays air drums along with Nico's air guitar. Nicole catches it all on video, instantly sending it to Bridgette.

"Alright, alright. I'm outta here," Joey says as the song ends, waving his hands in front of his chest when you groan in protest. He pulls Nico in for an overly aggressive hug and slap on the back. "And don't any of yous be late tomorrow. I'm not dealing with a Terry temper tantrum." A chorus of 'bye Joey' and eye rolls reply to him.

"I'm heading out too. Happy Birthday," Ruby adds, a near smile hinting at her lips before following her boss towards the exit.

"Need. Water." Pickles pants again and heads back to the bar, just as the blond girl re-enters and takes up Pickles' spot next to Nico. Nicole and Brad, who have somehow gotten into an argument about how to make a proper gin martini, are so lost in their own bickering that they haven't noticed the crowd jostling around them. You stand awkwardly next to them, not wanting to get involved but feeling like you can't exactly escape either. Holding your arms across your chest, you sway uncertainly.

A hand find yours, and you look over your shoulder to see Nico tugging you back towards him. "It's not too early to cash in on a birthday dance is it?" He smiles at you in that aloof way, his eyes focusing in on you. A question bubbles on your tongue, wanting to know where the blond went but you decide you'd rather not know. "No, not too early. Right on time, I think," you smile back, fitting your arms around his neck.

His left hand is soft against your lower back, fingers guiding you to sway back and forth in time with the music. You're moving slow, the beat lost as you can feel the inches between you and Nico closing. The club is nothing but Nico's dark eyes swallowing you, the weight of his arms pulling around you until you're poised to meld together. You can't take the heat of Nico's eyes on you anymore so you hide against his collarbone, eyes shutting and letting the smell of earth and smoke on his shirt collar encompass your whole world. You're not sure if the thrumming you feel is the bass or your own heart, if you're still dancing or just standing still wrapped up in Nico's arms.

Suddenly you're knocked backwards, stumbling over your own feet until you hit up against someone. "Hey!" a voice shouts, indignant and you mumble an apology as you try to find reality again. "What the fuck, man," Nico's saying, head turning to glare at the man who'd shoved him and caused you to nearly fall on your ass. The guy is standing over him, absolutely beaming. When Nico finally sees him, he starts laughing. "Oh! Yo, I almost fucked you up man!" The two start shoving each other, albeit playfully, as more guys surround Nico, shouldering anyone, including you, out of the way to land punches and smacks on Nico's shoulder and stomach.

You feel disoriented, discarded even, as you slowly find your way back to the edge of the dance floor. You find the others there, all looking towards the sea of newcomers that have swallowed Nico. "Who are those guys?" you ask, hating how defeated your voice sounds.

"I think they used to work with Nico at Waffle House, at least some of them did," Pickles informs you. You try not to watch him assess you, ignoring the slight frown he wears as he turns to the bar to order another water. You drink it slowly when he hands it to you, watching the amorphous blob of raucous men completely take over the dance floor.

"And that's my cue to leave," Nicole asserts. "Ready?" she looks at you expectantly.

You should leave. You know this in the way you feel cold and unsure and slightly humiliated but you can't ignore that something just opened up between you and Nico. You're not quite ready to leave whatever that is behind yet.

"I'll drive you home," Brad interjects, saving you from having to say anything at all. You're not sure if he could sense your hesitation or if he was just looking for an opening of his own, but you're grateful nonetheless. As long as Nicole agrees.

Her eyes flit to Brad, assessing him with the quickness of a hummingbird's wings. "Let's go then," she says as if it's a challenge, daring Brad to follow through on something unspoken. You watch them disappear, Brad's hand hovering at the small of Nicole's back as she leads them through the crowd.

Next to you, Pickles rifles through his front jean pocket. He pulls out a bag of Skittles, pours some into his hands and offers them to you. "You don't have to stay for me you know," he chirps, "I told Nico I'd drive him home so I'm here for the long run."

You shove the Skittles into your mouth, the candy sticking to your teeth. You look towards the dance floor, watching the group of men you don't know chatting up different girls and pointing them towards Nico. You fix a smile on your face for Pickles. "I'm having too much fun to leave."

Pickles nods, giving you a look that's somewhere between skepticism and pity. You sigh, letting your shoulders sag and the pit in your stomach swallow you down with its full weight before putting your hand back out for Pickles to fill with more candy. Instead you feel a warm weight in your hand. You look up to see Nico, hand wrapping around yours. "You're still here," he's beaming at you, though his eyes are so glassy you're not sure how he can even see you clearly.

"Yeah," you answer softly, wishing you could stop the smile that's spreading from cheek to cheek.

"I think you need water," Pickles says after assessing Nico's wobbly stance, excusing himself from the table. Nico's still standing over you, hand in yours. "Our dance got interrupted," he says, his signature lazy laugh chasing after his words. He starts to move to the music that's playing, eyes slowly shutting. A heavy arm slams into his shoulder, and in the startle Nico slips his hand away from yours.

"You gonna introduce me?" It's the same guy that shoved into Nico while you two were dancing. His eyes waggle towards you in a way that makes you recoil.

"Oh uh, Carmine this is--"

He interrupts before Nico can finish. "No, let me guess. Nicole, right? Or are you Amber?"

You frown. "Neither. Actually, you just missed Nicole."

"Damn!" Carmine snaps his finger. "I really wanted to see the hottie my boy won't shut up about it."

"Bro," Nico says, with what could be a glare if his eyes were alert at all.

"Nah, I mean, you're cute too, don't get me wrong. What's your name sweetheart?"

"I'm nobody," you answer, hastily. "And I'm leaving so…have a good night. It was nice to meet you." You stand, ignoring the hushed way Nico tries to stall you. You put a hand on his shoulder to stop his fretting. "Happy birthday, Nico." You lean in, landing a soft, barely there kiss to his cheek. Eyes glued to the exit sign, you walk as fast as you can towards it before you completely lose your composure. You even ignore Pickles when he calls your name, pretending not to hear the way he asks Nico what happened to make you run off.

You look back at the dance floor quickly, noticing Nico's red bandana bob and sway in the crowd. You leave before it gets too close. The cold air outside hits you in the face like a brick, clearing your senses and leaving you with a weird empty feeling. Like you had something in the palm of your hand but it's slipped through your fingers. You walk a few feet, until the music is no longer drumming in your ears, and lean against the wall of a closed Chinese takeout. Your hands brace against your knees and you let yourself breathe. You can feel tears start to prick at your eyes but you're too drained to fight them off. You can't help but wonder what the hell that was all about. Your feelings for Nico aren't entirely a secret to anyone, certainly not to yourself, though you hope you've always held your composure well enough. You're always hiding your blushing cheeks when he flirts and batting away Nicole and Amber's teasing when they catch you smiling to yourself after leaving the kitchen. But you always held it arm's length, knowing it was all just part of the fun with Nico. It can't ever be serious with him, it just can't be.

"Y/N."

His voice is like a rasps against the wind. You brush your eyes quickly, straightening up as Nico jogs haphazardly towards you.

"Why'd you leave so fast?" he says, breathing heavy as he catches up to you.

"Sorry, yeah, I um, I didn't realize how late it was," you lie.

"Are you mad or somethin'?"

You shake your head as he contemplates you. Eventually he leans against the wall next to you, pulling his vape out for a long pull, as if that's going to help him breathe any easier.

You shrug one shoulder up. "I didn't want to overstay my welcome, is all," you admit quietly, trying to escape the track of his eyes on you. His lids are heavy almost closing as he rests his head back against the wall, yet he won't take his eyes off you. "Not possible for you to do that."

"I have to go, Nico." You say gently.

"Don't." Nico says, hand finding yours again. Entwining your fingers together, Nico tugs you towards him and you oblige, leaning against your side so you're facing him. His head falls into the crook of your neck and you can feel him nuzzling against the sensitive skin there.

"Nico," you protest without any real harshness or edge to your tone. Just a sadness that you can't mask the way you normally would.

"Stay," he pleads, hand trailing down your back. "Everyone else can leave, if it means you'll stay." His words murmur against your skin. Lips press against the side of your neck so gentle you're not sure you really feel anything at all. You sigh as he moves further up, letting him land soft little kisses up your neck to the nape of your ear. He nips at your lobe and that's when you have to push him away.

"Nico," you say firmly, putting a hand against his chest to make distance. He smirks as his head lolls back against the brick wall.

"C'mon baby," his hand hooks around your wrist, thumb running gentle circles. "I know you want me."

Your heart drops, sinking into the deepest pit of your stomach. You wretch away from him. "Don't be an asshole."

Nico's bloodshot eyes widen and he shakes his head as he stumbles forward trying to cling onto you again. "No, no, no. I want it too. YOU, I mean, I want YOU too."

He's holding onto your wrists, knees slightly bent as he sways in the non-existent wind. You're afraid he's going to fall down and you won't have the strength to pick him up so you walk him back towards the wall so he can lean against it. You try to pull your hand from him but he just holds on even tighter. "It's your birthday, you're drunk and you're just trying to get laid. There's a million girls in that club that would be happy to go home with you. Please don't do this to me, Nico. It's not fair. "

"They're not you. I don't want them."

"You don't want me either!" you laugh, incredulously.

Nico's mouth drops open, eyebrows shooting straight up as if they're going to hide in his bandana. "You're all I want!" You don't know how to respond to that. You stare back towards the club hoping Pickles or Carmine or someone will appear and come take him away so you can just go home and forget this entire night happened.

"I like you SO much," Nico confesses, eyes still wide and words slurring together. "Like, I haven't even quit once since you started working. Every time I get to see you it makes all the like bullshit worth it. I know it's kinda crazy, you and me. You deserve a lot better."

All the wind knocks out of you. You try to process what Nico is saying, justify it against the way his eyes glaze over with alcohol and weed. "You're drunk," you say again, an explanation.

"Yeah," he smiles, lopsided. "No way I'd ever tell you this shit if I wasn't."

And though his eyes are barely open there's a sincerity to his words. "You know," he continues, "I've seen our future, if we like, try this. It's all good baby, just me and you forever. 'Till the four kids of course."

"Four?" you laugh,"That seems like a lot."

"Okay maybe two, and a cat named Lucy."

"I'd like a cat," you smile, leaning against him as Nico wraps his arms around your waist. You can feel the stretch of his smile against your cheek as he spreads kisses across your face. He moves closer to your mouth and you can feel his lips reach out for yours. You catch his head between your palms. "Not while you're drunk," you reprimand gently.

"That's fair. I can fuck with that," Nico smiles. "Tomorrow then. I'm taking out for breakfast before our shift and I'mma kiss the shit out of you."

"Sure," you smile back. "IF you remember any of this."

"Oh, baby, I'll never forget it."

Nico grabs you, picking you up off the ground as he twirls you just slightly. You're a little afraid you're both going to fall and tumble to the ground but he makes it around a little half circle before setting you back down. You throw your arms around his neck, holding him close as he nuzzles deep against your cheek.

Your phone pings, notifying you of a text. You pull it out from your purse, swiping it open while Nico continues to nestle into you. It's from Nicole, a picture of she took of you and Nico dancing. In it you're pressed against him, face hidden in his collar as he looks down on you with an expression of pure serenity. Looking at it you can't help the butterflies that swarm within you. You hold Nico even tighter, hiding your big, wide grin against his hair.

[franglishetchocolat]

ICE SKATING ARENA and ARCADE

Built on patch 1.67 - Originally built in Hidden Springs (Size:30x40) - Lot label = Arcade

Indoor skating rink I built for one of my mountain towns. Small rink, café, toddlers 'corner, DJ booth, photobooth, arcade games...

Using Items from: 

No CC, No Store Item

EPs: WA, Ambitions, Late Night, Generations, Pets, Showtime, Seasons, University Life and Island Paradise.

 SPs: High End Loft, Fast Lane, Outdoor Living, Town Life, Mastersuite, Diesel, 70s,80s &90s. I also own the Movie Stuff Pack but I'm pretty sure I haven't used anything from it on this lot.

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I use markers on my lots: level skip, hidden room, public room… So to be able to modify any of  these buildings you need to have cheats on:  ‘testingcheatsenabled true’, then ‘restrictbuildbuyinbuildings false’ To see/remove the markers you need ‘buydebug on.

[not-so-rosyyy]

Thoughts after the insane week we had last week?

in the past week alone we got:

Z looking divine in Alaia, Diesel, Balmain, and finally, LV in Paris (she really said i'm gonna wear the brand i'm an ambassador for once and only on my terms!) 💅🏽

Main pop girl Tom🕺🏻 making an entire town's population queue up from the crack of dawn for his West-End comeback 🎭 and selling it all out in less than six hours

Z saying "ayt, I'm out!" 🏃🏾‍♀️💨 to WB and her costars at the earliest possible moment to come home 🏠 to London

TZ Valentine's Day 2024 in London with both of them coming off the high from their work and feeling so loved by everyone 🥰

TZ celebrating the twins' birthday with the entire family at their local pub 👫🏻🧑🏻‍🎨🧒🏻👩🏼‍❤️‍👨🏻👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻

Z going back to work in Roksanda and 16Arlington (that hasn't even hit the runway yet!) and then shutting down the premiere carpet and gagging the whole fashion world with that coveted archival Mugler 🤖

Z telling Flo she got family and friends going to the premiere, and by family, she apparently meant the Hollands 🏡🫶🏽

and by the Hollands, yes, including Dom? 👴🏻

LIKE WDYM DOMINIC? HOLLAND?? WAS AT??? HIS DAUGHTER IN LAW'S???? MOVIE PREMIERE???????? (man said fawwwk my son's movies, i only care about my dawtuh's!)

nobody forgot Paddy 🧑🏻‍🎨 at the house

Tom and the entire family breaking their necks marvelling at her from the sidelines 😮🤩

TZ looking hot, walking out hand in hand from the afterparty 👩🏽‍🤝‍👨🏻

BodyguardTom appears! 🫦🤵🏻‍♂️

yucky ratstans losing over and over and over🤭

everybody else's skin clear, breath fresh, bills paid, insurance covered, depression cured ✨life is very, very good✨

so, my thoughts? well....DJ KHALEEEED 🗣️

[thevampiremars]

RINGBEARER. MARKUP. TENURE. BELL TOWER. DEBUTANTE. DIESEL. DJ.

[rockbottomhq]

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖘 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖈𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖍𝖚𝖒𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖘 . . .

date: october 13th, 2023 address: to be sent upon rsvp time: 9pm sharp attire: your ghouliest costume

happy early halloween, rock bottom! here's your formal invite to our agency sponsored halloween party. you'll be spending your evening in a stunning mansion and villa perched above the sunset strip. with incredible views of los angeles below, you guys will be able to enjoy a night of music, dancing, food, and drinks in near total privacy. the pool is heated year round for those who might want to spend some time underwater and the in-home movie theatre will be playing a nonstop selection of horror films for those who might want to get away from the noise to snuggle up with a jump scare or two. various games, spanning from classic competitive drinking games to just straight up brick and mortar board games will be available throughout the home as well.

a wide selection of food and drink will be offered, of course, spanning across every possible dietary need ( vegans, we see you ) and sobriety level ( we've stepped up our mocktail game, trust us ) to make sure that everyone in attendance is well taken care of and able to enjoy the night to the fullest.

jersey's own dj diesel ( who some of you may better know as shaquille o'neal ) will be spinning a live set for us all night...and if you ask us, that's the part we might be most excited about. showing up in costume is required to attend this party, and we'll be having a costume contest for those who are itching to go all out and get their spooky, creative juices flowing or bring their cosplay to life for halloween. more information will be available shortly on how to submit your costumes for the evening and exactly how to cast your votes for your favorites!

in order to rsvp, please simply just reply to this post with your favorite halloween-themed emoji and we'll do the rest from there!

[alexjcrowley]

Piloti di Formula 1: edizione rapimento Moro. Ovvero: come reagirebbero i piloti della griglia 2024 a guidare la Renault 4 in cui era stato rapito lo statista Aldo Moro. Leggere a discrezione della propria sensibilità.

Max Verstappen: il tempo di prepararsi un caffè, e Max è già tornato alla base delle BR. L'unico problema è che attacca una pippa di due ore su tutti i problemi della Renault: sospensione fottuta, motore ridicolo, aerodinamica imbarazzante. Poi parte con l'elogio della RB19 mentre cerca in rubrica il numero di Newey, perché senza di lui si rifiuta di far parte del team. La polizia invade il covo delle BR il giorno dopo perché Max stava streammando da lí una gara di sim racing. Prima di essere arrestato, Max riceve un telegramma da Jos che lo insulta perché poteva andare più veloce in curva e risparmiare un paio di secondi durante il rapimento.

Sergio "Checo" Perez: con evidenti difficoltà, dopo un'ora circa Perez è rientrato alla base. Il ritardo è dovuto ad un tamponamento con Kevin Magnussen, che appena ha visto Perez in strada ha rubato un motorino parcheggiato davanti a un punto SNAI solo per andargli a sbattere contro. La Renault è ammaccata e ha uno sportello distrutto. Aldo Moro è morto a causa di una commozione celebrale a seguito dell'impatto con Magnussen, le BR hanno perso il loro ostaggio e non hanno più modo di ricattare il governo. Tuttavia, Perez viene ugualmente riconfermato come pilota per i prossimi due anni perché "tiene famiglia".

Charles Leclerc: stava andando tutto bene, finchè il motore non ha deciso di andare in panne nel bel mezzo della strada. Charles telefona alla base delle BR lamentando il problema, ma l'unica risposta che ottiene é "We are checking". Inoltre, per qualche motivo la macchina ha le catene e le ruote da neve in primavera. Mentre la macchina è ferma, le passano davanti quattro gatti neri. Charles si mette a piangere e picchiare sul volante gridando "Why am I so unlucky?". Aldo Moro tenta di consolarlo dal bagagliaio. Alla fine è costretto a chiamare un carro attrezzi per ritirare l'auto. Moro viene scoperto nel bagagliaio. Charles viene sottoposto a interrogatorio e viene fuori che era convinto che le BR fossero una sottodivisione della Ferrari in quanto rosse. Riesce a corrompere gli ufficiali con delle confezioni di gelato LEC e se la dà a gambe, a piedi: così è sicuro che non ci siano imprevisti tecnici.

Carlos Sainz: la guida prosegue inizialmente liscia, Carlos spara a volume altissimo Smooth Operator della radio per coprire i lamenti di Moro. Tuttavia, al momento di fare il pieno, un agente segreto delle BR che era appostato alla pompa di benzina per fare sì che nessun estraneo vedesse e riconoscesse il volto di Carlos riempe il serbatoio col diesel invece che la benzina. Le BR sono costrette a chiamare un carro attrezzi e Moro viene scoperto nel bagagliaio, a Carlos tocca la galera. Si scopre che l'incidente era programmato per togliere dalle palle Carlos, così che possa subentrare Hamilton.

Lando Norris: ignorando la raccomandazione alla discrezione, Lando si presenta davanti alla casa di Moro sparando a mille i suoi pezzi da DJ dalla radio della Renault. Chiama Moro "muppet" cinque volte e prima di riuscire a mettere a moto la macchina deve calmarsi dal ridere perché "la situa è troppo assurda bro". Arriva alla base senza troppi imprevisti, ma dopo 5 minuti arriva anche la polizia che lo ha facilmente seguito grazie agli giganteschi sticker fluorescenti con il suo logo che Lando ha attaccato alla macchina.

Oscar Piastri: è letteralmente Baby Driver di Edgar Wright. La polizia non lo ferma mai perché c'ha troppo la faccia da bravo ragazzo. Mentre guida taglia la strada a Carlos Sainz che si mette a inseguirlo gridandogli dal finestrino che doveva dargli la precedenza, cabrón. L'inseguimento alla Fast and Furious si interrompe quando alla macchina di Carlos si buca una ruota, Oscar scuote la testa mormorando "Classic Carlos". Moro viene consegnato alla base delle BR senza ulteriori problemi. Dopo questa felice collaborazione, le BR provano ad ingaggiare Oscar per un altro colpo, considerandolo ormai parte della squadra. La sua risposta è una missiva contenente la seguente dichiarazione: I understand that, without my agreement, Brigate Rosse have put out a statement this afternoon that I am driving for them next year. This is wrong and I have not signed a contract with BR for 1979. I will not be driving for BR next year.

Lewis Hamilton: nonostante la manomissione del sedile e del motore da parte dell'ex capo Toto Wolff, Hamilton riesce ad arrivare sotto casa di Moro, che quasi si imbarazza alla presenza del 7 volte campione del mondo britannico e si scusa che lo abbiano scomodato per il rapimento di uno statista qualunque. Insomma, Hamilton meriterebbe come minimo un presidente della repubblica! Ma il britannico sorride educatamente e lo tranquillizza, ringraziandolo per i complimenti e la stima. Viene fermato dalla polizia che lo vede bere al volante, ma il disguido è presto spiegato: si tratta della tequila analcolica di sua produzione, spiega Hamilton con un occhiolino. Ne lascia un paio di bottiglie ai poliziotti insieme a un autografo e va per la sua strada. Tutto sembra andare liscio, finché non incontra ad un incrocio Nico Rosberg. Istintivamente, si lancia in una corsa senza pietà che si conclude con Nico e e Lewis che si tamponano a vicenda. Moro approfitta della confusione per uscire dal bagagliaio e scappare. Appena uscito dall'auto, Nico tenta di intervistare Lewis in una live di TikTok chiedendogli di commentare l'incidente. Lewis se ne va senza dire una parola. Quando fa ritorno alla base delle BR senza Renault e senza Moro, alla richiesta di spiegazioni Lewis scrolla le spalle. Le BR non hanno il coraggio di domandare oltre: lui é Lewis Hamilton, Cavaliere della Corona Britannica e sette volte campione del mondo, e loro non sono un cazzo.

George Russell: il problema maggiore è superare la barriera linguistica, dato che George parla esclusivamente britannico stretto che consiste di espressionj insensate tipo "if and buts, carrots and nuts", "right, what's all this then" e "innit, mate". Dopo avergli fatto un disegnino, George capisce il piano e si reca a casa di Moro. Tutto starebbe andando per il meglio, finché nella visuale di George non si para un muro davvero irresistibile e il pilota britannico non riesce a controllare la tentazione e vi si schianta. In modo apparentemente non correlato, Carlos Sainz esulta per aver vinto una gara di sim racing contro Max Verstappen. L'onorevole Moro ha dato una capocciata contro il bagagliaio e ha apparentemente perso la memoria. Cosa ancora più tragica, adesso parla anche lui in britannico stretto e fa discorsi strani sul restaurare la monarchia in Italia e abolire il caffè a favore del the.

Lance Stroll: abituato al lusso, Lance si rifiuta di guidare una miserrima Renault. Si presenta davanti casa di Moro con un'Aston Marton Valkyrie, regalo di papino. Il bagagliaio in cui Moro viene tenuto prigioniero ha tutti i comfort: é spazioso, rivestito in pelle, c'è l'aria condizionata condizionata e qualche rivista messa a disposizione per ingannare l'attesa. A lavoro finito, l'onorevole Moro dichiara sia stata un'esperienza più rilassante di una crociera, da provare almeno una volta nella vita. Ovviamente la macchina di Lance non passa inosservata e la polizia risale facilmente a lui. Tuttavia, papà Stroll corrompe tutti i giudici con un ammontare di denaro che basterebbe a saldare il debito pubblico italiano e tutti sono felici e contenti. Nel frattempo, inizia a discutere l'acquisizione delle BR così da garantire a Lance il posto fisso. Cosa non si fa per amore di un figlio.

Fernando Alonso: accusato di aver violato tutte le leggi della strada nonché diversi articoli della convenzione di Ginevra con la sua guida, ha rischiato di investire 12 pedoni. Ha passato un numero imprecisato semafori rossi, dato il medio a 5 vigili e guidava a 120 km all'ora per le strade di Roma, almeno secondo quanto sostiene l'accusa. Briatore peró rassicura: Alonso non era al corrente di avere lo statista della Democrazia Cristiana nel bagagliaio. Assolto con formula piena, nel dubbio la colpa va a Nelson Piquet jr. Alonso fa inoltre ricorso al tribunale per accursalo di bias contro gli spagnoli.

Daniel Ricciardo: quel gran simpaticone di Daniel si presenta sotto casa di Moro gridando "Donne! È arrivato l'arrotino!". Lo carica in macchina dopo aver fatto u. paio di battute per alleggerire la situazione e si mette in moto. Alle BR aveva assicurato: un quarto d'ora, venti minuti se c'è traffico,  sono da voi. Passa un'ora e mezza e di lui non c'è traccia. È anche vero che gli avevano promesso una Renault 4, però ci sono stati problemi con la gestione dei fondi finanziari e adesso Daniel si muove con una Renault 4CV. Alla base, le BR sono divise: c'è chi dice che Daniel ormai non vale più nulla come pilota e dovrebbero scaricarlo e chi sostiene che sia la Renault 4CV a impedirgli di dare la sua prestazione migliore. Il dibattito dura per altre 3 ore, quando finalmente Daniel arriva, senza Moro. Sono rimasti imbottigliati nel traffico per 2 ore, hanno avuto modo di fare conoscenza e Daniel non se l'é sentita di consegnarlo alla morte. Si sono bevuti un paio di Vodka RedBull ad un bar e poi lo ha riaccompagnato a casa. Le BR sono ancora troppo impegnate a discutere se Daniel sia o meno ancora un grande pilota per interessarsi della situazione Moro.

Yuki Tsunoda: anche a Yuki tocca una Renault 4CV,  il modello precedente della Renault 4. Inizialmente c'era timore che, a causa dei tratti somatici tipicamente giapponesi, Yuki potesse facilmente riconosciuto dalla polizia. Ma Yuki inizia a sbraitare e bestemmiare da inizio e fine corsa, strombazzando il clacson contro qualunque macchina gli si pari davanti, e la polizia lo scambia per un veneto qualunque. L'onorevole arriva alla base delle BR traumatizzato dalle volgarità che è stato costretto ad ascoltare e prega la Brigate di ucciderlo il prima possibile.

Pierre Gassly: Pierre si mette alla guida della Renault con l'orgoglio che solo un francese può provare nel guidare una vettura di gallica matrice. Purtroppo la Renault 4 è uno scossone e Pierre impiega 20 minuti per metterla in moto. Mentre si dirige a casa di Moro, intravede il connazionale Estaban Ocon che cammina su un marciapiede. Decide di fare una breve deviazione di percorso e tenta di investire Ocon numerose volte gridando dal finestrino "VOGLIO IL TUO SCALPO". La Renault non rientrerà mai alla base e l'onorevole Moro è sano e salvo. Qualcuno sostiene che Gassly sia ancora da qualche parte a Castelli a inseguire Ocon e che la Renault si alimenti puramente del suo odio e della sua frustrazione. Il suo obiettivo è incidere sulla fronte di Ocon le parole "liked by Pierre Gassly".

Esteban Ocon: anche il suo orgoglio francese dura poco alla guida della Renault e la sua attenzione viene rapita dalla vista del rivale Gassly. Tuttavia, Ocon deve inoltre avere a che fare con un impressionante numero di persone a cui è riuscito a stare sul cazzo negli anni. Quindi, nel bel mezzo dell'insegnamento, devo schivare una serie di bombe carta che gli vengono tirate addosso da Fernando Alonso e Checo Perez. Aldo Moro, che passa di lì per andare a lavoro, sente un improvviso un sfrigolamento di coglioni alla vista di Esteban, e si fa prestare qualche bomba carta da Alonso e Perez. Il giorno dopo, tutt i giornali riportano la notizia di un giovane francese attaccato dall'onorevole Moro, che viene arrestato per aggressione.

Nico Hulkenberg: le BR volevano un pilota di tedesco, che quelli sono fortissimi, ma Schumacher non era disponibile e Vettel non lo potevano permettere, quindi hanno dovuto ripiegare su Nico Hulkenberg, sperando che i geni teutonici facciano qualcosa di buono. Hulkenberg fa un lavoro sorprendente pulito. Moro viene recapitato alla base delle BR senza complicazioni e in perfetto prario. Le Brigate si imbarazzano nell'aver sottovalutato e gli chiedono come mai un pilota della sua caratura non ha mai raggiunto il podio. Una lacrima solitaria scende sulla pallida gota alemanna: é la domanda che si pone Hulkenberg ogni sera, fissando il soffitto della sua camera da letto per ore intere.

Kevin Magnussen: appena individuato Moro, Magnussen gli tira due sberle e lo spinge nel bagagliaio con un calcio. Durante il tragitto verso la base delle BR, causa volutamente tre incidenti e investe un gruppo di ciclisti per aver osato mettersi sulla sua strada. Fa una deviazione e si mette a guidare sui sampietrini, per il gusto di rendere il viaggio più sgradevole a Moro, che viene sballotatto su e giù nel bagagliaio. Per la stessa ragione, frena all'improvviso ogni tre per due. Quando i vigili lo fermano, Magnussen non nega la sua colpevolezza: non batte ciglio mentre i vigili lo privano di tutti i punti della patente, ma prima che possano portarlo in centrale si rimette al volante, guidando a 150 all'ora verso la base delle BR. La Renault 4 a malapena si tiene insieme quando la parcheggia. Magnussen apre il bagagliaio e trascina un Aldo Moro grondante di sangue per un orecchio al cospetto delle BR. A tale vista, le Brigate mettono seriamente in discussione la possibilità di potersi definire terroriste se messe al confronto col pilota danese. Due membri della banda trascinano l'onorevole in infermeria, mentre un terzo chiama di nascosto la polizia, pregando che li venga a salvare dallo psicopatico che hanno accidentalmente ingaggiato. L'onorevole Moro viene portato in salvo, le BR si costituiscono e Kevin Magnussen viene condannato a nove ergastoli.

Valterri Bottas: Bottas aveva chiesto di poter passare a prendere l'onorevole in bici, ma non c'è stato verso di convincere le BR. Bottas si presenta sotto casa di Moro con invidiabile nonchalance, occhiali da sole e braccio fuori dal finestrino. Batte un paio di colpi sulla portiera: come a dire, entra. L'onorevole sarebbe dovuto entrare nel bagagliaio, ma lì Bottas tiene la bici, quindi lo fa sedere davanti con lui. L'onorevole e il pilota piombano in un silenzio imbarazzante. Moro prova a fare conversazione, ma senza successo. Tuttavia, invece di dirigersi alla base delle BR, perché è una bella giornata, Bottas decide di fare una deviazione verso Ostia e andare al mare. Ovviamente, Bottas si dirige verso una spiaggia di nudisti e, appena messo piede sulla sabbia, si disfa di ogni indumento e si tuffa a mare ignudo come mamma lo ha fatto. Aldo Moro, che famosamente si presentava in giacca e cravatta persino in spiaggia, è disgustato da cotale spettacolo e si allontana indignato. Le BR non vedranno mai più nè Aldo Moro, né la loro Renault 4, nè Valterri Bottas, almeno dal vivo, perché anni dopo lo ritroveranno su un calendario a posare nudo.

Zhou Gyanyu: una Renault 4 potrà essere poco chic, ma ci pensa l'outfit griffato di Zhou a restituire charme a questo rapimento che di terroristico ha solo il senso dello stile. La guida sarebbe proseguita senza intoppi se non fosse per il pitstop di 45 minuti alla pompa di benzina. Zhou si era fermato solo per riempire il serbatoio, ma oer qualche ragione dopo mezz'ora la macchina ha una ruota in meno e caccia fumo. Quando finalmente ritorna alla sede delle BR, Zhou tiene una TedTalk sul comunismo di Mao, mentre le Brigate prendono appunti. Zhou sostanzialmente li addita come dilettanti e afferma di aver partecipato al rapimento solo per pietà nei loro confronti. Quando, quattro ore dopo, le Brigate vanno a recupare Moro dal bagagliaio scoprono che è morto di asfissia.

Alex Albon: la Renault di Alex Albon, oltre a ospitare uno statista nel bagagliaio, trasporta tre dei suoi tenerissimi gattini. Alex si scusa con l'onorevole, ma purtroppo quel giorno aveva già confermato una visita dal veterinario e proprio non la puó rimandare: promette di fare il prima possibile. Moro è costretto ad aspettare un paio d'ore parcheggiato in macchina. Alex torna tutto pimpante, informando accuratamente Moro della buona salute dei suoi animali domestici. Durante la conversazione a senso unico, riceve un messaggio da Lily, che gli ricorda dell'appuntamento romantico fissato per quella sera: Alex se n'era proprio scordato! Peró mica puó lasciare i gatti da soli. Chiede quindi a Moro se non gli dispiaccia fare da babysitter ai gatti per una sera. Moro, persona cortese, accetta di buon grado. Alex e Lily passano una splendida serata, rasserenati dalla consapevolezza che i loro animali domestici godono di buona salute. Una volta tornato a casa, Alex ringrazia di cuore l'onorevole Moro e si offre di accompagnarlo a casa per il disturbo. Alex riconsegna la Renault alle BR con tanto di pieno, e alla domanda "E Moro?" risponde "Una persona squisita, vi saluta tanto!"

Logan Sargeant: Sargeant prova a mettere in moto la macchina (che gli era stata fatta trovare parcheggiata davanti casa di Moro per evitare che si schiantasse almeno all'andata), ma compreso che si tratta di un modello con cambio manuale si mette a piangere sul volante. Prova ugualmente a guidarla ma si schianta contro un palazzo a 5 metri da casa dell'onorevole. La polizia arriva nel giro di 20 minuti, recupera Aldo Moro e consola Sargeant.

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troyjeanspears: To be able to say you lived through Lindsay Lohan‘s DJ era is a millennial blessing and you should consider yourself very lucky / Lindsay DJing with Steve Aoki at a Diesel afterparty / 2006

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How did diesel felt when he met DJ (aka his very younger brother)?

It was an emotional experience (for Diesel at least). DJ was kinda concerned that he was related to this creature

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Tierra Whack Celebrates Debut Album’s Release at Webster Hall on Friday Night

Tierra Whack – Webster Hall – March 15, 2024

Philadelphia rap queen Tierra Whack has been getting the party started worldwide with her infectious rhymes for several years now. (It’s probably only a matter of time before she graces the multipurpose-room stage on Abbott Elementary to battle Tariq Temple at a F.A.D.E. showcase.) Whack channels creativity and visual aspirations into her poetic lyrics and the videos that accompany them. From the Grammy-nominated video for “Mumbo Jumbo” to the recent Alex Da Corte–directed “27 Club,” her flair for fashion exudes further joy and pop, as witnessed on World Wide Whack, her debut full-length. She celebrated its release Friday night at a sold-out Webster Hall.   

With a large inflatable of the World Wide Whack avatar occupying a third of the stage, the rapper appeared adorned in her silver clown suit mirroring the attire from her album’s aesthetics. Opening with track one from her latest, “Mood Swing” appropriately began with  “I’ve been trying new things.” Throughout the show, the crowd indulged in a call-and-response, which warm-up DJ Kill Sing kicked off with a cry of  “worldwide” and requested the “Whack” reply. The admittedly nervous singer would cover the majority of the new songs, from the bounce-inducing “Ms Behave” to the melancholic “Two Night,” Her confidence building thanks to the supportive crowd, Whack effortlessly weaved among rap, pop, and R&B with her new material. On lead-single “Chanel Pit,” music box melodies danced amongst the spits of cultural references, like Vin Diesel and Resident Evil. Closer “27 Club” grooved to more R&B vibes for a downtempo, contemplative swan song, enrapturing the front row. 

Tierra Whack didn’t leave her stans without a trip down memory lane, including fan favorites like the bop “Pretty Ugly” and “Fuck Off,” which elicited raised middle fingers across the room. Everybody on the floor happily sang, “He likes my diamonds and pearls,” along with “Hungry Hippo.”  For the first time live, Whack performed her section of Lil Yachty’s “T.D.” before calling it a night. Despite the house lights turning on and exit music playing, everyone stayed put, chanting, “World Wide Whack,” leaving the stage crew unsure if they should halt operations. DJ Kill Sing indicated it might not be the end to this unforgettable night, as a wigless Whack returned to confess she was already shedding her costume. The crowd-manifested encore had the Philly native run off “Peppers and Onions” atop the barricade, before dropping to the floor amid her rabid admirers. —Sharlene Chiu | @Shar0ck

Photos courtesy of Edwina Hay | thisisnotaphotograph.com

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By the time I'm posting this, it will be January 26th, commonly known as Australia Day where I'm from. A country known for its sweeping plains, unique fauna and the PM fucking off during a nationwide crisis.

I think, despite all Australia's long-standing issues, there are some things about it worth celebrating the culture. Specifically, the music!

Here are some of (what I think) to be some of the most quintessential Australian albums to listen to:

Midnight Oil - Diesel and Dust (1987): Quite possibly the most Aussie album from quite possibly the most Aussie band. The biggest song off of this album, Beds are Burning, is about Aboriginal Australians being forcibly removed from their land, and the lead singer Peter Garrett is really outspoken about justice towards Australia's native peoples, even being in Parliament at one point. Listen if you want to hear what Rage Against the Machine would be like if they were a new wave band and regularly consumed Oak chocolate milk.

INXS - Kick (1987): If the UK had new wave, Australia had pub rock. Artists defined by their songs being so infectious you can remember while you're smashed on seven bottles of Tooheys Extra Dry (kidding. it's called pub rock because that's where they'd play their sets. in pubs). INXS is quite possibly the pub rock band, the genuine article, and this album is a nice gateway into their music; Punchy, upbeat, and memorable riffs for days. (Songs like Need You Tonight and New Sensation for a good idea). Listen if you like Duran Duran or The Cars.

Kylie Minogue - Fever (2001): GOD, how do I introduce Kylie. This country's shining grace. The superstar in our backyard. Our very own Princess of Pop. This album just extrudes that gleam and optimism that'd you find in a lot of Y2K dance-pop music, and I absolutely love it. Listen if you like Discovery-era Daft Punk or Grace Jones.

The Avalanches - Since I Left You (2000): My personal favourite off this list. It might not be the most "Aussie", but I think it makes up for it in its ethereal tone and sampling techniques. One song might just be made up of just one sample, while another might be made up of 50, (Frontier Psychiatrist was originally made up of 28 samples), but it's all tied together by this collective lofi sound. Listen if you like DJ Shadow, Portishead, or The Chemical Brothers.

Regurgitator - Unit (1997): There was this period in the 90's where Australian alt-rock went fucking berzerk, and Regurgitator was one of those bands. Everyday Formula opens with "Everyday I shit into the sea" and ! (Song Formerly Known As) is about not going out to parties and staying at home. Listen if you'd like Gary Numan mixed with the subject matter of early Weezer.

Spiderbait - Grand Slam (1999): Spiderbait was another one of the alt-rock outlets that got really popular despite being really vocal about the hypocrisy of the industry at large. This album contains a wide variety of influences, like 60's bubblegum on Glockenpop (song about the needless commodification of music. their most popular song and highest-earning single of that year. lol), pop punk on Dinner Time and hard rock on Shazam! A pretty good all-rounder made brilliant by vocalist Kram. Listen if you like Green Day or No Doubt.

Empire of the Sun - Walking on a Dream (2008): I put this one on because the cover is really funny, but then I listened to the album and I got a sense of bittersweet nostalgia listening to it. A mix of disco, dance-rock and funk (We Are The People is a good example) make for something that made me wish I was 7 again. Listen if you like Prince or Let's Dance-era Bowie.

TISM - Machiavelli and the Four Seasons (1995): TISM (short for This Is Serious Mum) are a fucking disgrace to this country. They are such a bunch of yobbo cunts that I can't believe they managed to get anywhere past 90 on the charts. Wankers like them deserve to be dragged out on stage and beat to a pulp viciously, to the ravenous delight of the crowd. Don't listen to this album and don't listen to Greg! The Stop Sign!! Listen if you're a masochist, maybe.

AC/DC - Let There Be Rock (1977): Ah yes, good ol Acca. The ultimate dad band. You could put any of their albums on this list because they all sound the exact same, but I put this one on because I prefer Bon Scott's vocals. The title track feels like it goes forever, but in a way where you wish it didn't end. Some nice fashioned high voltage rock'n'roll. Listen if you like Black Sabbath.

There are way more that I could have put on here (Gurrumul, Frenzal Rhomb, Powderfinger, Silverchair, The Presets, The Chats, Men At Work, Tame Impala etc.) but I think you could probably discover them in your own time. In the meantime, here is the very culmination of Australian music. Nearly 50 years has led up to this being made.

Fuckin skitz cunt.

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I'm a former diesel technician who became a musician and educator. Teaching music is my passion. I'm in a relationship with the love of my life, and I am completely and totally committed to her. I am not new to the lifestyle by any means. Im a 6'5 "more to love kind of guy. Child of the 70s born in the 80s and savagely retro. I'm an autistic father of four mischevious neurodivergent spawns who are my world. I'm in forever love with my baby girl and we been together almost 4 years but were prevously married for 12 years and she is my universe. My family means everything to me. Other than those basics, I'm an avid fisherman, and I love being in the woods or on the water. I live to meet new people and like-minded individuals. I'm very outgoing and friendly. Feel free to message me as long as you are respectful.

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100% Hugger

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100% Sadist

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95% Voyeur

94% Ageplayer

90% Experimentalist

47% Exhibitionist

24% Vanilla

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