Anyone else about to Vomit?

U2 is sooooo over-rated!! We have a radio station that plays so much of their material I have dubbed the radio station as The U2 Promo Station.

Motley Crue suuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkssssss!!!!

but I think Loverboy has released some real meaningful music.

I mean who could top the prophetic....Everybody's Working for the Weekend.

So, funny story about vomit:

This guy I know was the apartment of a friend of mine (and he was really, really, reall drunk) sitting on the arm of a couch, next to two other guys. He turns to the one of the other guys, who is sitting on the other side of the couch, and says, "Hey Kolby". But just as he opened his mouth and got the words out, he barfed all over the two guys, the couch and the floor.

Garion81:

Its not exclusively a 'States' thing. U2 have got an ad campaign running here in the UK, in co-operation with Apple computers. They are riding on the back of the Ipod revolution, a clever marketing partnership that helps keep 'young' people in touch with U2.

I think without the saturation and well managed marketing this band has had over the years, they qwould have fallen by the way side by now, or would never have progressed beyond 'indie band' status in the first place.

The US has always been a huge market for U2, so expect more of the same for a long time.

My hatred of U2 is beyond expression by any known language!!

Hey, I've always bitten my tongue re U2 with friends who think the band is the best thing since sliced bread. I also think they're overrated, so I'm glad to find that I'm not alone.

sigod wrote: StarvingArtyst wrote: So, funny story about vomit: This guy I know was the apartment of a friend of mine (and he was really, really, reall drunk) sitting on the arm of a couch, next to two other guys. He turns to the one of the other guys, who is sitting on the other side of the couch, and says, "Hey Kolby". But just as he opened his mouth and got the words out, he barfed all over the two guys, the couch and the floor. Classy I had to go to hospital last week and have a Gastroscopy (I wouldn't recommend it as a leisure activity). This involves having a pipe with a camera on it inserted down your thorat so that they might have a look about your stomach and intestines. Naturally, I was acting all brave and when given the choice of sedation of a anaesthetic throat spray, I chose the latter. I chose...poorly Within a few seconds of the pipe being inserted I was heaving everywhere. I'm not sure, but I believe I covered everyone in the room quite liberally and even garnered a remark from the senior consultant; 'Good god! Where's he getting all of it from?' After five minutes I was wheeled out in silence with a streaming nose, bloodshot eyes and a rather stained shirt. The nurses outside looked at me in mild amusement as I had mouthing off not fifteen minutes beforehand that this would be 'a walk in the park'. Pride goeth before a fall....

HA! Good ones, guys!

  Puke stories, eh? Well, one of my worst such memories involves a crowded ferry, no supper, way too much cheap, crappy beer, the alluring odor of diesel, and the incessant, ear-splitting shriek of live bagpipes not ten feet away -- but I'm trying to repress that memory....

Now, maybe, if you're all good little boys and girls, Uncle Peter will tell you the one about my friend Bung, the baked beans, my mother's new couch, the nursing student, the "stuffed shirt," and the taxi, some day....

Quacky was there, too.

I am astonished about your apathy toward U2.

They are a talented rock band.They play interesting songs and they entertain.What other purpose do they need to have?

Could be a great new thread or poll though:

Who is the biggest w**ker:

Bono,Phil Collins

or Sting ?

Discuss.

Peter wrote: [QUOTE=sigod][QUOTE=StarvingArtyst] Now, maybe, if you're all good little boys and girls, Uncle Peter will tell you the one about my friend Bung, the baked beans, my mother's new couch, the nursing student, the "stuffed shirt," and the taxi, some day.... Quacky was there, too.

Ooh, do tell...

Puke?

A few years back I was running in every local race I could enter. We had one called the Can to Can race. It was only two miles, but you had to stop every half mile and drink a beer. You couldn't stand around and enjoy it or anything, it was a freekin' race, right? You had to slam the beer, hold the cup above your head to prove it was empty and then get back into the run. You could feel the beer sloshing around inside your belly as you hit your stride. By midway through the second mile the beer began to foam.

It's an amazing sight, actually Pythonesque, in the beauty of twenty people, men and women alike, projectile vomiting all over the finish line.

Proudly, I stood. One of only three others in a host of twenty five runners, who didn't puke. The poor sods who finished last, slipping and sliding before beginning their personal fountain impressions. Ha, those were the days.  

Oh yeah, U2. I'm pretty tired of the whole media blitz. I'm sure the record company poured a few million into the ad campaigns. Sony signed Echolyn some years ago and after they cut the album As the World, Sony refused to support them with a tour or advertising and then locked up there previous recodings and tried to keep them from being sold. Assholes, the lot.