The Truth Shall Set You Free

I swear that this will be my last post that just links to a site for a while, but I remembered how funny herpes was. Enjoy (unless of course you don't think herpes is funny)

It's The Tony Danza Tapdance Extravaganza!

Man, I wasted a solid 2 minutes with this and I think other people might waste some more if they try enough.

Fuck tha Police

So here's what went down today at the beach.

Cameron called me up and asked if I wanted to go and meet him at whipple beach and smoke some hookah to which I replied "Hells yeah!" and so the seeds were sown. I had never turned down a hookah session and I wasn't about to start today. I jumped in my car and before I knew it I was at the beach and met up with Cam and the hookah was all set up and going so all I had to do was say hi to everyone (Mick was there) and start hitting that bad boy.

After no more than a minute I saw none other than Mr. Barnett, my AP Econ teacher, and we struck up a quick conversation about how we were both doing, but Barnett had to cut it short because there were a group of kids trapped under a railroad car and he had to stare the car down until it lifted itself back onto the rail** (it only took 13 seconds).

Anyways, after smoking for a solid 10 minutes Mr. Bock came out of nowhere (actually there's a good chance he was coming from his house) and started smoking hookah with us for his very first time which was pretty damn sweet. Not long after he joined us we notice that a po-lice car pulled up and the officer was eye-fucking us from inside his car and I being the law respecting citizen I am wasn't too worried because we were smoking sheesha (sheesha isn't slang for pot by the way).

For a solid 5 minutes we continued to smoke in the bliss that was whipple beach on a beautiful day, but then he got out of the car. He approached us with menacing eyes and pepper spray drawn** and told us to spread our shit or else he was going to and I quote "Rape you in the Fucking Face"**. We did as we were told and after a solid 20 minute Rodney King session** he asked us what we were smoking and that there were reports of a group of roguish looking guys passing around a bong. It was at this point that an "undercover brother" rolled up and we were asked to empty our pockets and asked what we were doing. We told him that we were smoking just tobacco and that there was no Marijuana in there which I guess was enough to convince him that there were better things to do besides hassle some people relaxing on the beach.


As a side note, there were people drinking beer on the beach which is against regulations, but I digress. Fuck the police. oink oink oink.

Passages with "**" may or may not be entirely truthful, but oh well.


Too bad the Stache blog is no longer up, otherwise I would have showed one of them this

Overheard At My Step-sister's Grad Party

Wife: We would have came with our matching shirts, but he didn't want to
Husband: I just told her that she wasn't going to be wearing the shirt so she didn't

W: Well you know how it goes (strong, strong Minnesotan accent) we were shopping at Fleet Farm for some clothes and I saw this nice shirt with my dream car on it(imagine a Hawaiian-print shirt, but with classic cars) and just below my dream car was his dream car.
H: You just can't say no to the selection and really good prices that Fleet Farm has to offer.


Is this what happens to people when they live here for more than 3 decades?

Does Anybody Want to Start a Chapter With Me Here?

Hood rat stuff

my hero. . . http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GLeVlBca5lg

Reeemixxxx. . . http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LSSQOdBnZ5A&feature=related

Hells Yeah I Want Another One!

Today has been a good day.

I woke up really hung over (would it still count as the streak even if it was on a Wednesday night) and went to work for a few hours until the machine I was on (which costs around 45,000 stopped working. From there I was sent home because there wasn't anything for me to do at the time and I slept like a motherfucker. I slept for about 3 and a half hours and when I woke up I found this



Girl Talk released a new album Feed the Animals and you can pay whatever yoy want on his website. All I can say is if you checked out Night Ripper on one of my last posts you'll love this one.

Na na na na na na na na

I've found that my mind wonders quite often, especialy at work. At work today, my mind wandered in a way that it had never done so before.

I'm not quite sure how I made it to the thought, but all of the sudden I had the sudden curiosity of what Chevey Chase was doing at that moment in time.

Was he playing tennis?

Was he wearing sneakers? sandles? hunting boots?

What was he having for lunch?

The more I started thinking about this, the more I realized how fucking weird it was that I was thinking about it. Then I started thinking about Caddyshack and moved onto Bill Murray

Unforseen Consequences

Lots of stuff have been going on in my world lately. lots of stuff.

First things first - I got a hookah. Cameron and I decided to get one and after we dropped 150 bucks, we got one. It's a 3 hose tall boy and it looks kinda like this...


I've used it far too much already and I can feel the cancer beggining but it's not so bad. So I've got a hookah now and all I need are some suggestions on what the best flavor of shisha is and a possible name for the guy. Cameron and I haven't agreed on a name yet, but I'm sure we can figure something out eventually.

Man, hookah is fun.

Aspire Yet Again

I apologise for not posting more recently, I've been ripping it up pretty friggin hardcore and you all know what that means... CAPTION CONTEST!!

I'll make it a double caption contest because there are so many great/horrible pictures.

Here's part one: This was right around the time when night three ended.


And here is part two: This takes place the day after night three.


feel free to comment on either one or both if you think there's a little Stiche in you.