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Dear Terminal Advisor, TA: It’s a good thing that you asked me. If you’re a regular TB reader, then you must be a sweaty, nervous twit completely lacking in experience with women. You probably scratch your neck uncontrollably and stare at the bar when ordering from a nice-looking bar maid. Or more likely, you shift your puny weight from foot to foot and talk about some stupid record when you order a latte from a tattooed barista in pigtails. Well snap out of it, junior. I’m here to tell you that the chicks of this world (at least the ones that can serve up a truly memorable lay) have no interest in the latest trends in guitar pop, alternate sleeves, or singles clubs. |
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Dear Terminal Advisor, TA: Why don’t you just graduate high school and forget about heavy metal? Dear Terminal Advisor, TA: Well there’s no blueprint for this common conundrum. I suggest locating a cheap hotel outside of town. The blankets may be caked with semen, but you’ll almost certainly have a toilet and a shower at your disposal. You can put this guy on your guestlist if you feel the need. Unless he fails to show a little gratitude by buying a beer for someone in the band, you might as well keep your judgements of his shitty lifestyle to yourself. It’s probably not a conversation worth having. Dear Terminal Advisor, TA: That’s a very interesting question. I’ve always said that women are a lot like bass players: they’re everywhere you look, but most of ‘em are sloppy and they play too much. If this one is attractive to the eye and tasteful on her instrument, you might as well stop using her for sex or companionship or whatever and start using her to drag you and your silly band to the back pages of the blogs and to the small stages of the festival circuit. There’s nothing more in-demand than a skirt on stage. Even better, make it a messy breakup. If you can manage to cultivate an air of sexual tension, people will notice. Keep in mind that music fans are overwhelmingly male and under-sexed. She’s going to have a lot more fun than you will. Dear Terminal Advisor, TA: It probably is too much for you. You might start with mixing orange juice with your vodka, or try to take notice of what the other girls are ordering at the bar. And cigarettes are about as cool as tattoos are. You might want to check out the Stray Cats and the Clash as well. |
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Dear Terminal Advisor, TA: Those facial piercings are indicative of a deeply ingrained lack of self-respect and self-esteem. Learn to exploit these weaknesses, and she’ll fix her face and be yours for as long as you’d like to have her. Dear Terminal Advisor, TA: Is his name Harley Flanagan? If not, your band is bullshit and you’re wasting my time. The Terminal Advisor is here to answer reasonable questions on topics of music, health & fitness, food & drink, romance & seduction, as well as select other dilemmas. Please e-mail your questions and concerns to terminaladvisor-at-gmail.com. The more interesting problems will be selected for inclusion in the next installment on terminal-boredom.com. |
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