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| i dont really feel like updating but i have nothing better to do... so
i suppose i shall share with you quite an amazing event that happened
to me a few days ago:
i was driving down campbell, and in the middle of leaving a ridiculous
message on alyssa's cell phone, i noticed the car in front of me
containted two teenage girls (driver and passenger), and the passenger
seat one turned around and looked in my direction. when we stopped at a
red light then both girls turned around and looked at me. for a moment
i thought perhaps i had an absurdly large booger hanging from my nose
or something because they were looking for longer than the average
glance. so i did the only rational thing: i flashed a smile and waved
like my hand was out of control. after we started going again, the girl
car changed into the lane next to me, slowed down, and rolled down the
window. so i played along and rolled down my window too and the driver
proceeded to shout, "you're pretty hot." no lie. so i played it cool
and made a u-turn cuz i realized i had passed the gas station =/
you may be wondering why such a strange thing would happen, but fear not for i know
exactly the reason. it's because i'm starting to grow facial hair.
definitely.
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| i laughed so hard when i saw this i nearly urinated
(courtesy of thomas)
and someone better go see this with me when it comes out!!!!
is it obvious that i just learned how to use photobucket? | | |
| i did my civic duty today and voted for SGA president/vice-president. I shall not reveal my decision here, though, for fear that should you (i.e. a possible homicidal maniac) not agree with my choice, you might feel compelled to inflict harm upon my organs whilst i sleep. however, i will say that being handed a certain 4"x5" campaigning flier with a jolly rancher stapled to it proved very persuasive.
i've noticed a trend and it irks me. it seems like as time increases from the year 1970 to 2005, game show hosts get more and more obnoxiously horrendous. i mean c'mon, who actually thought someone like that corpulet Louie Anderson or that mean british broad would be good candidates to host a show. what america needs is another Gene Rayburn or Richard Dawson. seriously if i could bring back one person from the past it would definitely be Mr. Match Game. rest in peace, Gene.
and since no one else appreciates it, the following section is only to be witnessed by the eyes of one samantha knight:
Don't you hate:
- the smell of burnt hair
- when your doctor asks if you mind if an intern watches your colonoscopy
- applying the postage so you can mail in the payment for your speeding ticket
- the second-to-last day of vacation
- the average human falls asleep in only 14 minutes. many people who read this statistic tend to ponder it each night in bed, making it more difficult to fall asleep
- an acidic vomit burp
- that the inventor of the spork is a wealthy man, while Eric Schleifer, inventor of the foon, lives in his mother's attic in fort wayne, indiana
- when the subtitles in a movie are the same color as the background
- being one of the two birds being killed with one stone
- discovering an area of talent that will never be of any benefit to you (e.g., being able to speak backwards fluently) | | |
| back by popular demand!... [not a point of interjection] ...what i like to call "And Now The Poem:"
this rusty junk reminds me of,
the time i climbed it and a thing called love.
cuz that's what's written on it, love four times.
i'm proud of myself cuz my poem rhymes.
alas! that dripping water - what's that about?
hey those look like satellites! but turned inside-out.
true story... i wrote that in rhetoric. shut up at least i didnt write a poem about planetary sex (which is more than i can say for that one girl). | | |
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