Oppenheimer
Oppenheimer: Symbolism Drools (00:22)
Ask any tattoo artist and they'll tell you that an unconscious drooling mess is the best kind of client. At least that's what Rocky's told him.
Oppenheimer: A Loaded Question (00:43)
This cautionary little tale does pose a truly rousing question.
What's a boolay?
Stereotypes come from somewhere. Even the Irish will admit it---as soon as they're drunk enough.
Oppenheimer: He Was Messy (00:18)
What happened on Friday, stays on Friday. Unless of course you happened to be there, in which case you can feel free to share it right here on our site.
Oppenheimer: Bastard People Suck (00:26)
Those who can't do, piss on everybody else. Bloody miserable bastards.
Oppenheimer: Color Me Bad (1:43)
If you don't understand why someone wants to kill you, you'll never stop them---no matter what fucking color of the rainbow the terror alert is.
Oppenheimer: Run Where? (00:25)
When your sole escape route from a burning plane is a slide into the ocean, I bet it doesn't really help for a bunch of firemen to yell "fucking run!"
Oppenheimer: They Might Have Been For They Might Be Giants (00:20)
An audience full of foam fingered hands of rock is pretty cool, I can't argue with that.
When it comes to music, length doesn't matter--so long as the song's got girth.
Oppenheimer: America The Stupids (00:30)
You've got us all wrong, mate. We may be stupid Americans, but we're not stupid enough to think the rest of the world is stupid enough to respect us. Except for our president, he is.
Oppenheimer: Collaborate, Mother Fucker! (1:05)
Any dude who can shred it up on the guitar and the poker table, gets my death rock symbol as well.
If you're on MySpace, you're not punk rock.
Oppenheimer: Luck Of The Irish (00:53)
Need ass implants? Go get em done in Ireland and you'll still be able to afford as many pints of Guinness as you need, mate.
Brace yourselves people, Shaun's throwing around some serious jive in this one.
