No. You really don't like the Dropkick Murphys. You just like to yell.

Red Sox World Series Champions. The Departed. "Oh, awesome!" you might say. No. You're wrong. You know why? Because of this:

Yep, you guessed it: Dropkick Murphys. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't like the Dropkicks. They formed in what is now a sushi restaurant down the street from my house. I'm just sick of seeing them everywhere, and everyone claiming they're such big fans of the band. You know what's wrong with these people? They don't know a single lyric, other than "Tessie!" "I'm shipping up to Bosotn," or *shouting*.

Let's get something straight: if you're not a.) from Boston, b.) Irish, or c.)working-class, you have absolutely nothing in common with the Dropkick Murphys. Their music is that specific. Every single song has something to do with a combination of those factors. And if you don't even know the words to a single Dropkicks song, well, you're not a fan:

you're just a d-bag who likes to yell and jump around and piss me off when you're drunk. (And no, being from Newton doesn't count as Boston. d-bag)

Pimp the System

Hihowrya?

Hey! Welcome! Hola! Konichi-wa! 'Sup mami!

So, I hate blogs, I hate Maddox, and I hate that I don't actually hate blogs, just the popularization of the term "blogosphere." (Curse you Anderson Cooper!) So, I decided to make my own. "But why?" You might ask. Well, because basically, my opinion is better than everyone else's on the net, and to get myself used to writing a lot again. I don't generally like blogs for what they say, just that they say SOMETHING on a fairly regular basis. So I've committed myself to coming up with something for you all to drown out at least a couple of times a week, and maybe even every day. Don't worry, I'll try to accompany posts with pics or cartoons or what have you, so you don't have to just listen to me rant and rave about nonsense.

So without further ado....enjoy!

And remember always to pimp the system.