There was [B]one[/B] of my australians..

i'm actually, here. stupid illness, **** my ear hurts.

[QUOTE=funkyhoney;14436806]i'm actually, here. stupid illness, **** my ear hurts.[/QUOTE]
Did you piercing go south?

hehey!!! i have 3!

So whats up?

Thats why you should not pretend your a man Ryan.. nothing good come out of it.

[QUOTE=Atomicant;14436808]Did you piercing go south?[/QUOTE]

i wish... oh.. wait, no. i don't.

[QUOTE=HeavyBassDude;14436810]hehey!!! i have 3!

So whats up?

Thats why you should not pretend your a man Ryan.. nothing good come out of it.[/QUOTE]

i always knew that constructive surgery was a bad idea :upset:

*reconstructive

lol

there was no "re" about it i'm afraid

:D so what you think of my latest decision? :p

what's that?

[QUOTE=funkyhoney;14436806]i'm actually, here. stupid illness, **** my ear hurts.[/QUOTE]

Hey, same here... except I didn't shove a metal bar through mine.

lawl

look up the page.

that's a crap idea, 0 frets are weird.

[QUOTE=funkyhoney;14436857]that's a crap idea, 0 frets are weird.[/QUOTE]

Oh, hows that? works brilliant for me.

i have a zero fret, its no different to using a nut.

only that you will always have the strings coming like out from the headstock, and there will rarely be a need to change nut.

pfft, they serve no purpose.

Hello casual,

what's happening?

very little

Ryan is ragging on Zero frets, im not sure if he knows why.

because i can

you're just jealous.

i have a musician, he is jealous

I got a custom, im not jealous.

I've got all of that and a Rick, nothing makes me jealous :smash:

yeah, **** you

Hmm.. just tried a OLP MM5.. was actually quite nice to be a cheap 5er.. the B also felt alot thighter than the Fender 5 i tried afterwards..

OH MY WORD!!! are back to the Fender floppy B's!?

Those OLPs are meant to be really good value for money. Ive never palyed one though

yeah, pretty sure i wrote this




In noiristic fashion

As the door slowly swung open in front of me I was confronted with an incandescent atmosphere of cigarette smoke, with the light of the late afternoon sun piercing through the Venetian blinds illuminating the dust and smoke wafting through the air. I was uncomfortable; I couldn’t relax in an atmosphere such as this, I knew what I was here for, as did the scantily dressed voluptuous woman half irradiated in the soft dwindling light. I could hardly wait, my skin was tingling, beads of sweat slowly dripped down my face and my legs began to shake slightly. I took a step inside the sanctum presented in front of me, the floorboard loudly creaked under my feet and the woman took a long draw from her cigarette; the tip glowing brightly in the half obscured dusk.

I didn’t know how to react, this situation had never occurred before, I had not once been driven so far out of my own sanity as to want the only service that this woman could provide. After taking another long draw, she got on her feet and slowly sauntered towards me, the look on her face was lifeless and void of emotion; as if she was possessed by another life force. She stood toe to toe with me, she was nearly my height, but minus the heels may have been nearly half a head shorter. She removed the cigarette from her mouth and brought her face close to mine, still showing no sign of emotion or any inkling as to what was about to happen between the two of us.

I remained motionless, the sweat slowly progressing down my neck, I was uncomfortable and this room was just not right for this sort of thing. She slowly paced around behind me, I heard the door slowly click shut and I almost startled from my stroke like trance. I felt her approaching me from behind, I could feel the heat of her body, hear her breath as it blew gently against my neck. I could feel every part of her warm body inside mine, even without making physical contact, the sensation was unique, I’d never felt this way before.

Then, I felt nothing, so quickly and with such precision had the blade slashed across my throat that I didn’t even have time to register what was happening. I couldn’t feel the blood slowly trickling down the front of my throat onto my chest. I didn’t feel the impact as I landed on the hardwood floor. I could barely see the pool of blood slowly flowing away from me, but one thing I could see was that woman. As my eyes slowly began to lose focus and my body began to shut down I could see only one thing. Through the ever constant falling sun, the glow of that cigarette, being smoked by that emotionless, saint of a woman.

[QUOTE=Atomicant;14437115]Those OLPs are meant to be really good value for money. Ive never palyed one though[/QUOTE]

It sure felt like it! the body is basswood, but what the hell... now, if anyone can confirm that the Status Stingray 5 neck will fit it, im getting one fretless with a high C :p

[QUOTE=funkyhoney;14437120]yeah, pretty sure i wrote this




In noiristic fashion

As the door slowly swung open in front of me I was confronted with an incandescent atmosphere of cigarette smoke, with the light of the late afternoon sun piercing through the Venetian blinds illuminating the dust and smoke wafting through the air. I was uncomfortable; I couldn’t relax in an atmosphere such as this, I knew what I was here for, as did the scantily dressed voluptuous woman half irradiated in the soft dwindling light. I could hardly wait, my skin was tingling, beads of sweat slowly dripped down my face and my legs began to shake slightly. I took a step inside the sanctum presented in front of me, the floorboard loudly creaked under my feet and the woman took a long draw from her cigarette; the tip glowing brightly in the half obscured dusk.

I didn’t know how to react, this situation had never occurred before, I had not once been driven so far out of my own sanity as to want the only service that this woman could provide. After taking another long draw, she got on her feet and slowly sauntered towards me, the look on her face was lifeless and void of emotion; as if she was possessed by another life force. She stood toe to toe with me, she was nearly my height, but minus the heels may have been nearly half a head shorter. She removed the cigarette from her mouth and brought her face close to mine, still showing no sign of emotion or any inkling as to what was about to happen between the two of us.

I remained motionless, the sweat slowly progressing down my neck, I was uncomfortable and this room was just not right for this sort of thing. She slowly paced around behind me, I heard the door slowly click shut and I almost startled from my stroke like trance. I felt her approaching me from behind, I could feel the heat of her body, hear her breath as it blew gently against my neck. I could feel every part of her warm body inside mine, even without making physical contact, the sensation was unique, I’d never felt this way before.

Then, I felt nothing, so quickly and with such precision had the blade slashed across my throat that I didn’t even have time to register what was happening. I couldn’t feel the blood slowly trickling down the front of my throat onto my chest. I didn’t feel the impact as I landed on the hardwood floor. I could barely see the pool of blood slowly flowing away from me, but one thing I could see was that woman. As my eyes slowly began to lose focus and my body began to shut down I could see only one thing. Through the ever constant falling sun, the glow of that cigarette, being smoked by that emotionless, saint of a woman.[/QUOTE]
Interesting.

I dont like how you used 'atmosphere' twice in the first paragraph. Change the second atmosphere to a different word.

The ending was cool. But i felt let down, i wanted some porn scenes in my head.

[QUOTE=HeavyBassDude;14437135]It sure felt like it! the body is basswood, but what the hell... now, if anyone can confirm that the Status Stingray 5 neck will fit it, im getting one fretless with a high C :p[/QUOTE]
You'll probably have to modify the neck pocket a little, but as long as the neck is the same scale then you should be able to fit it on.

[QUOTE=Atomicant;14437138]Interesting.

I dont like how you used 'atmosphere' twice in the first paragraph. Change the second atmosphere to a different word.

The ending was cool. But i felt let down, i wanted some porn scenes in my head.[/QUOTE]

yeah i should change it but i wrote it like a year ago so it stays.

i should really write more.

yeah.. i should write an erotic novel... that would be hot.

yeah it would be like... erotic.

I would write more... but it bores me sooo much.

I need an incentive, like money, which no one would give me to write anything.

Ive been offered money to paint stuff though.... but i cant be bothered to do that either.

you sound like my brother, who is coincidently also named adam, all he does is play guitar and gran turismo, he can draw/paint/whatever like nothing else and it awesome at photography... but nah.

haha

man... this is going to sound really cocky, like REALLY cocky, but if i wasnt a lazy cunt i could be so ****ing good at anything i wanted to try, i gave up on sports because they were for suckers, and i just never tried at anything. I couldve smashed the HSC but instead i just slept in until 2 pm every day.

...and now im at tafe... smoking, drinking and pissing my life away.

Its wicked.

it's people like you who make me wanna get rid of the dole so we can cull you legally.

anyway :p i should start trying, i could get A's or at least B's in maths but i got a D haha, and i only pass the subject i enjoy because they're the easy ones. hmm, i should try so i don't **** up my chances at uni. if i even wanna go to uni.. which i probably will, after a year off.

i wanna do a journalism course.. but... that doesn't make money, no courses i'm interested in make money...

oh well, i'm going to bed.


:wave:

:wave:

Trying is for suckers.