It is official! Sunshine Theater in Albuquerque, New Mexico. On June 15th 2013 be prepared to have your faces melted! And later this year look out for the EP.
Hey I know I have like 5 followers, but I love you guys and if you loved me you would like my bands page. I have a lot of faith in this band and need to get the word out there!
AMD Graphic glitch, at least on the PC version, equipping different armor exiting inventory then go back into the inventory and equip the first armor again fixed the issue for me. Or you can try and beat the mission like that. There is a more complicated process of clearing your texture cache to fix the issue.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pEvl9RAn2CY it is a shading issue so if you toggle the shading pixels in the command console like so:
When in game, activate the console by pressing the tilde key (or tab key). The game console will appear. In it, type
Then you can play it without the ugly pixels, only happens on the FX series of processors by AMD.
Video with 4 notes
Okay, so here we go on another song I found that may or may not have taken more than 1 brain cell to write.
What I am assuming the he is attempting to tell us is that through hard work and dedication, Mr. Drake has become successful, and through this he was able to bring his friends (who I am assuming are black, considering he keeps using the Negro slang), his real ones anyway. He stays honest with his friends, and does not need to explain, because we all know, that they all know. He also is not quite that fond of people who pretend to be his friends, he believes in honesty all around. So in tern, Mr. Drake has started from the bottom (no money, no success) and climbed all of the way to the top (cars, women, drinks, pools, beach front properties).
So… My interpretation of this song goes a bit like this:
To start apparently Mr. Ross has a girlfriend who is having some womanly hygiene issues. So Mr. Ross is contemplating which of his many vehicles he would like to take said girlfriend to the gynecologist in. Unfortunately, he discovers that his vehicles do not run well enough to escort her to her appointment, so he calls his friends to see if he can get a ride/borrow their car. But these friends decide against allowing him to borrow said cars, which leaves Mr. Ross in a predicament, causing him to wish death upon his friends.
After a long time of no posting, I believe that I have found what I would like to do with this blog.
So me and Liz were at a gas station, and of course this being Albuquerque, some thug type guy came rolling up in a Chevy Suburban or something, and he was bumping a song. So Liz and I attempted to make some sort of sense out of it. And this is how it goes…
after a while i became convinced that the words were mocking me
I WAS PROMISED A BATTLE
*throws down gauntlet*
Edit: Went back. This is the best thing to happen to my dashboard ever.
Reblogging again because my followers need to see this. To be clear, rebog, go to your actual blog, then click the picture.
I had my doubts….
Here we go again….
I love it, common sense. Statistics can be about anything, and make other things bad. But what I feel is there is a thing called natural selection. Think about it, someone tries to rape an armed Woman/Man… Good fucking luck, you might just get fucked up. I’m not going to make any stupid decisions if there is a .000000000000001% chance of me getting shot. Just saying.
What Skyrim Looks Like When You’re Running 100 Mods At Once
No fucking shit, it almost looks real.
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