Van Halen is Playing Just the Tip
Those wacky Van Halen boys are playing a game I used to play in college called Just the Tip. It's when you put your unprotected penis in a woman (or man) and then pull out. If done properly, you will be able to ramp this up into full penetration and play a dangerous game of Maury Povich's Am I the Dad?
The Just the Tip game is a solid tease. Both parties involved want so much more, but know they can't. That is the game Van Halen is playing. Small information is being released tip by tip and nothing is set in stone at all.
We get word from a Swiss retailer that the new Van Halen album will be called A Different Kind of Truth. This is really interesting news because I didn't know cheese sold albums.
It was also released that Van Halen will play a very small, intimate club gig tonight in New York City at Cafe Wha? I actually had this news since last week, but who cares because 99.999999999999998% of the population will not be able to go to the show. Cafe Wha? holds about 250 people packed ass to meat. Nothing is known about the show other than it will be 45 minutes and I would guess they will play some of their new album. Perhaps an intimate listening party?
Also being cirrculated is the image below, which isn't the album cover per se, but an imaging of it. To me it looks like a nipple or a big silver phallus. But for me everything looks like a nipple or a phallus.
As a personal aside, I was failing fifth and sixth grade. I was having trouble taking exams, but I told my parents I was having "test anxiety." The actual reason is because I spent all day thinking about masturbating when I got home I really didn't study for the exam. I also didn't pay attention in class because I was drawing on the desks or attempting to see if there were any holes in the Catholic school uniform tights the girls had to wear. Of course, when I found the tears near their crotch, I would pontificate it was because they were sexually active.
That long build up is to say my parents took me to a child psychologist to get to the bottom of my "test anxiety." I had to do an ink blot test. I was told there were "no wrong answers" and that "different people see things differently" in the same ink blot. I swear to this day, she made those ink blots dirty on purpose so I would see vaginas and dicks. She was a good doctor and figured out quickly what my problem was as I continued to try and crane my neck to see if there were any holes in her stockings.
The Just the Tip game is a solid tease. Both parties involved want so much more, but know they can't. That is the game Van Halen is playing. Small information is being released tip by tip and nothing is set in stone at all.
We get word from a Swiss retailer that the new Van Halen album will be called A Different Kind of Truth. This is really interesting news because I didn't know cheese sold albums.
It was also released that Van Halen will play a very small, intimate club gig tonight in New York City at Cafe Wha? I actually had this news since last week, but who cares because 99.999999999999998% of the population will not be able to go to the show. Cafe Wha? holds about 250 people packed ass to meat. Nothing is known about the show other than it will be 45 minutes and I would guess they will play some of their new album. Perhaps an intimate listening party?
Also being cirrculated is the image below, which isn't the album cover per se, but an imaging of it. To me it looks like a nipple or a big silver phallus. But for me everything looks like a nipple or a phallus.
As a personal aside, I was failing fifth and sixth grade. I was having trouble taking exams, but I told my parents I was having "test anxiety." The actual reason is because I spent all day thinking about masturbating when I got home I really didn't study for the exam. I also didn't pay attention in class because I was drawing on the desks or attempting to see if there were any holes in the Catholic school uniform tights the girls had to wear. Of course, when I found the tears near their crotch, I would pontificate it was because they were sexually active.
That long build up is to say my parents took me to a child psychologist to get to the bottom of my "test anxiety." I had to do an ink blot test. I was told there were "no wrong answers" and that "different people see things differently" in the same ink blot. I swear to this day, she made those ink blots dirty on purpose so I would see vaginas and dicks. She was a good doctor and figured out quickly what my problem was as I continued to try and crane my neck to see if there were any holes in her stockings.
Comments