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  1. All four of Axl, Duff, Izzy and Slash were hot, but I'd probably only be with Duff and Axl, to be honest.

    You like them fair haired and ginger boys? eh, that's cool

    Izzy>>

    It a strictly we'd be bro's kinda way.

    But if we were tag teaming some chick and he jizzed on my leg I wouldn't get angry or anything.

  2. Definitely young Axl as well. Duff and Axl were really hot in 91. It sucks that Duff is the only one in the band that's still hot.

    What about Izzy?

    He was like a better looking less talented Keith Richards.

    izzy4.jpg

    post gnr dreads izzy was a great look too

  3. Songs About Jane is a great album. Everything else is shit.

    yeah, the second album wasn't as horrible as the newest shit, but SAJ is the only album to waste any time on.

  4. Ferrari 575 Maranello(1999). Lamborghini Gallardo (2004) and Porsche GT3(2005).

    sweeet

    wasn't there some pics from 2006 with one of his cars?

    Oh googled

    http://www.tmz.com/2010/10/20/axl-rose-bentley-flyng-spur-abuser-lawsuit-damage-broken-car-guns-n-roses/

    The Guns N' Roses singer is being sued over a 2006 Bentley Flying Spur -- a pretty badass ride.

    According to a lawsuit filed in L.A. County Superior Court, Axl leased the car through Bentley Financial Services back in 2005 -- then flaked on $73,976.42 in payments and fees.

    But here's the rub ... Bentley claims when Axl returned the car (several months past the actual due date) -- the car had some serious damage including:

    -- Cracked windshield

    -- Two damaged tires

    -- Broken glass on the left rear tail light

    -- Two dented doors

    -- Gouged bumper

    Plus, Bentley says Axl turned in a "mismatched spare key" and a "broken remote key" -- and he was 42,397 miles over his contracted limit.

    Bentley wants Axl to fork over the $73k ASAP ... including $91 for a missing key.

    So apparently he drove a bentley as recently as 2010

  5. I'm also not a big fan of over the top displays of affection in public. Having a make out session where everyone can see you is just annoying and stupid.

    Same. It makes me feel really uncomfortable. I also have this phobia of that slurping kissing noise. I hate it!!! When it comes on TV I have to turn the volume down. Kissing or love scenes make me squirm in general though. What do you think of people holding hands in public? I think it's kind of cheesy. I understand in most cases it's probably harmless genuine affection but it's you can tell with some people it's a kind of 'hey look at us' thing. Trying to prove something?

    My grandparents were holding hands allways, everywhere. My grandmother died at age 85, so till than. I can't even remember when they didn't. Cheesy or just incredible sweet, I pick the last one.

    When you are in love, you just want to feel eachother. My husband and I always walk hand in hand ( mainly when I wear high heels ;) ), nothing to do with proving something.

    awww :wub:

  6. Lets compare these stories of Dj's badassery to an article about Robin Finck's from his neighbor. It's pretty lame though. No beating, no door slamming, no yelling at old ladys.

    Our neighbor rocks

    In a man's lifetime, he finds he has little influence over two important things: growing older and choosing his neighbors. Usually these two items run separately, but on occasion they come together in unexpected ways. A little more than a year ago, my wife and I were in one of those situations.

    We were in a local sports arena standing at the edge of the crowd when a security guard came over.

    "Sir," he said, "no offense, but do you know where you are?"

    "Sure," I said. "I'm at the Forum."

    "And do you know what's happening here?" he asked.

    "A concert by Nine Inch Nails."

    He nodded, as if I had just passed a test.

    "No disrespect, sir," he said, "but what are you doing here?"

    I got his drift. My wife and I didn't quite fit the audience profile. She was wearing a plaid blouse and a denim skirt; I had on a Beijing Philharmonic Orchestra T-shirt. Pretty much everyone else was wearing black and was easily 30 years younger than we were.

    "I have a pass," I said, showing my wristband.

    "Where did you get that?" he asked.

    "We are invited guests." I was getting a little defensive. "The lead guitarist is my neighbor. He wants us to see what he does for a living."

    The guard's eyes grew wide. "No way!" he said.

    --

    His reaction was exactly how I'd felt some years earlier when the agent removed the "For Sale" sign from the house with which we share a driveway. On paper, the previous neighbors had seemed like a great fit. He was in law enforcement, and she worked for a public utility; still, they turned out to be the neighbors from hell. When they decided to sell, we were overjoyed but apprehensive. I asked what we were in for next.

    "Oh, you'll just love them," the agent said. "They're great kids."

    Kids, I thought. How can kids afford to buy in an upscale neighborhood? "The gal is just great and so pretty," she enthused. "She was an aerialist with Cirque du Soleil."

    OK, a trapeze artist doesn't sound too bad. "What about the guy," I asked.

    "Oh, he's so sweet. You're just gonna love him."

    "But what does he do for a living?"

    "He plays a musical instrument in a group," she said, eyeing her car nervously.

    "Which group?" I asked more pointedly.

    "He's the lead guitar for the rock group Guns N' Roses," she said. "But you're gonna love 'em." She raced for her car and was down the drive before I could react.

    I headed for my computer. Clicking on the Guns N' Roses website didn't ease my concerns. Maybe it's him, I thought, or it might be him. It turns out it was the tall, lanky guy with frizzy hair below his shoulders holding a guitar in a cocky manner. There were photos of thousands of crazed fans with hooked fingers pointed skyward, presumably singing unprintable lyrics.

    It didn't take much imagination to conjure what was to come. The noise level would be deafening. Our block would be crawling with groupies carrying scissors to clip memorial blades of grass from my neighbor's lawn. They would camp in the street at night, while the odor of marijuana overcame the fragrance of barbecued ribs from my Weber grill.

    On the day the new neighbors moved in, a small parade of vehicles came up the driveway. His family, her family and his and her friends. They weren't loud, boisterous or destructive, and the only smoky smells came from chicken and steaks barbecued for the celebration. So far, so good.

    Several days later, the rock star came down the drive with a mailbox under his arm. In the spirit of neighborliness, I offered to help him install it. To my surprise, he was an intelligent, gentle young man, friendly and talkative, who had no problem working with his hands. He'd made his money for guitars and lessons by mowing lawns and doing odd jobs in his hometown in Georgia.

    "If you ever need help," he offered, "just give me a call."

    Praise be to God: a neighbor with tool skills, a work ethic and a willingness to lend a hand. I decided to overlook the hair.

    Since that day, Robin Finck and I have helped each other on many projects. There was a trapeze to erect in their sideyard when his wife went freelance. (The unexpected benefit is we can watch her practicing routines while sipping wine on our patio.) One day, while clearing brush on my hillside, he announced he had joined Nine Inch Nails.

    We've made only small adjustments in our values. Our taste in music still runs to the Three B's -- Bach, Beethoven and Brahms -- but we started to read rock concert reviews in The Times.

    --

    At the Forum, the security guard was fascinated. "That's awesome," he said.

    I'm not sure what he thought was cool, that a rock star lived in the suburbs next to neighbors who looked like us, or that the rock star would deign to speak to the old folks, let alone invite them to a concert?

    "Thank you for explaining things, sir," the guard said, giving me one last careful once-over. Then he reached into his pocket.

    "Better take these," he said, putting four earplugs in my hand. "You're gonna need 'em."

    Boy, was he right.

    The next morning, I went up the driveway to give Robin the earplugs, having burned the ends with a match.

    "What happened to these?" he asked.

    "That's why we had to leave early," I said. "They kept catching fire."

    It's great to have a helpful neighbor with a sense of humor too.

    Bring Back Robin.

    I was considering posting this at some point. It's a nice read. Robin's just a cool dude. I hope that Trent brings him back out if/when NIN tours again.

  7. I'm also not a big fan of over the top displays of affection in public. Having a make out session where everyone can see you is just annoying and stupid.

    Same. It makes me feel really uncomfortable. I also have

    this phobia of that slurping kissing noise. I hate it!!! When it comes on TV I have to turn the volume down. Kissing or

    love scenes make me squirm in general though. What do

    you think of people holding hands in public? I think it's kind

    of cheesy. I understand in most cases it's probably

    harmless genuine affection but it's you can tell with some

    people it's a kind of 'hey look at us' thing. Trying to prove

    something?

    I can't stand seeing people holding hands. I know that sounds bad but as you said, it just seems way too "hey look! We're a couple!". When I see a couple holding hands I may get the urge to karate chop them apart :lol:

    Spinsters? :rolleyes:

  8. Sure, it's been a long time since I've fought anyone though.

    I got absolutely annihilated in the 1st grade. It was my first "real' fight and I definitely had no idea what I was getting myself into. I was sticking up for my younger brother so I still think it was worth it.

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