Character is destiny, and I have the character of someone who, when he is walking home and slightly intoxicated, will purchase a chorizo burrito and consume it.
I believe it was William Dean Howells who observed of the chorizo burrito that "no finer meal can be imagined".
Finally, one must wonder, who's Tim?
Sort of in the vein of AC, do you know Mindless Self Indulgence?
Their live show kicks ass. I saw them at CBGBs a few years back, but now they play at fancier places like Irving Plaza.
Posted by: Joe Drymala | June 03, 2005 at 08:18 AM
I do not. I'm not even familiar with the works of Anal Cunt, or with those of any other cunt-named band (Razorcunt, Cunts and Kittens, etc).
Posted by: ben wolfson | June 03, 2005 at 08:28 AM
I was never really into grindcore, but AC's cover of "American Woman" is hysterical. Somewhere in my house, I actually have an autographed promotional poster, that I can never, ever hang up. (I was the Metal Director for my college radio station.)
Posted by: Chopper | June 03, 2005 at 09:01 AM
You know that chorizo has lymph node in it, right?
Posted by: dave zacuto | June 04, 2005 at 07:56 PM
That's ok—cholula has iodine.
Posted by: ben wolfson | June 04, 2005 at 08:00 PM