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June 30, 2004
June 24, 2004
not cool
Oneday, someday, one of your "friends" will go on a trip to Vegas...
... with eight girls...
... for one glorious night of fun...
... but he wont invite you, just like Paul didn't invite me, so get over it.
June 23, 2004
More fun than a...
I don’t know how Disneyland does it.
How can Disneyland stay in business with such competition?
The next time someone suggests that we make a trip to Disneyland, I’ll take off my gloves, slap them across the face, and call them a stupid donkey. Then I’ll tell them about all the wondrous things that exist south of the border.
Where the beer flows like wine, the tacos are always hot-cheap-and-delicious, and where you can buy four churros and a thirty-pound porcelain lawn ornament for the price of a salted pretzel at Disneyland.
*sigh*
... too... too tired to.... too tired to think.
June 5, 2004
Let’s hang the weatherman
Let’s hang the weatherman the next time he screws up the weekend forecast.
Can’t he get it right? Ever? His job is a joke. It’s gotta be a goddamn cake walk. Any one-eyed chimpanzee with attention deficit disorder, a billion dollar satellite system and a “super computer” could do a better job. Can’t he put the least bit of effort into his job?
For each weekend forecast the weatherman eagerly predicts (on a Thursday night broadcast) as being chalk-full of delightful sunshine and happiness (knowing goddamn well that the past 7 days have been gray and gloomy), and he’s wrong… we’ll hang him. I don't care if he's only doing it to flirt with the hot anchor chick, it's not fair. He shouldn't be able to toy with my emotions like that. He's heartless. In fact, I don’t think the weatherman has a heart. Not once has he ever apologized for a terribly incorrect forecast.
Let’s hang the weatherman the next time he screws up the weekend forecast, if not to finish him off once and for all, at least to ruin his day for a little bit.
crap is always just crap to me
i find it humorous how crap is crap, unless the crap is someone else’s crap. i also find it amusing that someone else’s crap is crap if they try to sell it. but if said person’s crap is not being sold, and instead is found laying in the street amongst other really stinky crap, now it’s not crap anymore.
Today is Saturday, 6/5
I will not run in tomorrow’s marathon.