On Labor Day 2007, with the help of a few of my dear friends, I built the World’s Largest Dreamcatcher. It’s roughly 22′ in diameter. That means its over 3 Shaqs tall. You can see it if you’re driving southbound through Laurel Canyon on the corner of Lookout Mountain. There are perks to being a World Record Holder. Mike Tyson came out to my night at The Roosevelt to congratulate me. That was pretty cool. Things are pretty much the same as they were when I was a normal human, but they just feel different. The only bummer is that none of this is official until Guinness sends a dude out in 4-6 weeks.
this is amazing so cool. i wonder if i slept under it if it would catch my nightmares, i think thats what guinness is really going to test for.
oh and i met mike tyson at a place i am not allowed to say and all i could think was of mike tysons punchout and the corresponding totally radd song
Some people enshroud themselves with expensive items like fancy cars to compensate for their shortcomings. Unlike these folks you seem to have done so with a large circular twig thingy. I suppose thats admirable.
What the fuck is a shortcoming?
Adam is insulting you. He is saying that you making this drea catcher is your way of compensating for your deficiencies (whatever those might be). He is giving you an insult with a very miniscule compliment attached. It seems that Mr. Ant is not a fan or Mr. Radam.
It seems that neither Mr. Ant nor Ms. Eve is able to apprehend sarcasm.
“Fyodor Dostoyevsky defined sarcasm as ‘the last refuge of modest and chaste-souled people when the privacy of their soul is coarsely and intrusively invaded.’”
Good lookin’ out, Chris Hansen. You’re always there when I need you.
why cant anyone just enjoy this giant dreamcatcher?