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We had a fun time here last night. Beig Friday, our friends converged at the frathouse bringing beer. Everyone's drinking, chatting, having a good time. At some point all the **** got ripped off the refrigerator (it was covered in cutouts of T&A shots). As things slowed down, the remaining four of us sat in the living room and put on some Star Wars.

Tim, one of the roommates here, wanted to put his feet up on the coffee table. This table is normally full of all sorts of assorted crap, and after a night like this one it's also covered in full ashtrays and mostly empty beer bottles. So to make room he shoves a giant swatch off with his workboot-clad foot. That must have been a satisfying action because next he swung his foot to the side and swept off everything on the end of the table. Finishing off his current beer, he tossed the bottle across the room, shattering a bottle that he had just kicked to the floor. Now he begins to methodically kick everything off the two-level coffee table (where I happen to keep most of my personal stuff since I crash on the couch) and then, once it's completely clear, he kicks the table itself up and over.

It was a beautiful sight. Cigarette butts, beer bottles and razorblades covering the rug. One of the leather panels covering the top of the table had been peeled up awhile back and the artwork underneath exposed: an Anarchy symbol with "666 - Mark of the Best" written underneath. Oh, yeah, this guy Tim is a hardcore metal musician and an exterminator. After destroying the living room, he claimed he was going to bed but went into the kitchen and started smashing beer bottles and dirty dishes in there. After a cursory investigation I quickly retreated back to the living room with our **** friend to watch the end of Empire Strikes Back.

So my day so far has been cleaning up the scattered contents of the living room. It's not bad; it gives me something to do on a dreary, rainy Saturday. Besides, I've been staying here on the couch for two months and I'm supposed to be playing house ***** anyways.


How has your weekend started out?

Massage at 10 a.m. this morning. Mexican for dinner. 'Sall good.

Go on. Who is he? It's Raul the paper boy isn't it!

Making a sandcastle with sand bought from lowe's, inside my bathtub.

ahh the college days. i remember the day i was officially kicked out of a frat i was trying to join. already in bad favor for telling a frat bro he could kiss my smelly **** if he thought i was going to clean up his mess after dinner, it came to an end when the head of the frat grabed me by the hair on the back of my head and told me to lick his boots.

after beating him to a bloody pulp, and the two wimps who tried to jump in and help him, they actually went through the trouble of formally expelling me, all be it they skipped the wooden paddle gauntlet that usually concludes a rejection. too bad, i had found a nice little 2 foot long wooden club just for the event i could hide in my pants leg. their was going to be pain, but it wasnt going to be all mine.

anyway, i learned something valuable from the experience. there are two types of people in the world. people who can stand on their own feet, and people who boitch themselves out so other people will stand up for them.

when you finnish cleaning up the living room, dont forget to scrub their sheit off the toliets. after all, that is what frats are for. boitching yourself out.

You actually went to college? If that's true I hope you didn't pay much, because you didn't get anthing out of it.
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i guess its all a matter of perspective. all i got was a 130,000 annual sallary, a 400,000 dollar house in a good beighorhood, a retirement package and soon a new boat.

sooo, how does that stack up to what YOU have gotten out of it so far?

just sayin.

It's all about the good beighors, if you ask me.
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and my typing ability affects my income how?

just sayin.

while we are on the subject of college and why we go there.....

the F.A.A. is hiring 1200 controllers a year for the next 9 years. granted, the pay is frozen right now but that will change when this addministraition is gone. must be atleast 18, and younger than 28. college is a bonus as well as flight instruction and military time.

something you people might want to look into some day instead of scrubbing out some one else,s barf from a toliet. fast paced, excieting, and sometimes scarey. everything a video game should be, heh. and they need them nationwide, so it doesnt matter where you live.

the more of you they hire, the sooner they will buy me out for early retirement cause they can get 2 of you for the price of me.

All I'm saying is that you sound like a moron. I at least know how to use the English language.

SR's stupidity makes me giggle.

My Hogs suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of USC. Just woke up and trying to decide what to do to today.

Options:
1 - Go pick up a new CD.
2 - Play some disc golf.
3 - Play some old school zelda on DS.
4 - Sit on the couch and get caught up on Curb Your Enthusiasm and Weeds.

Tomorrow my father-in-law is bringing his Bobcat to help us get rid of some mounds of dirt from the back yard.

Exciting, huh?

EDIT: This guy at work is on-call this weekend and went to the Razorback game with no way to answer support calls. After a ticket went through 4 different people I made the mistake of answering my cell phone and had to work about 1 hour yesterday My work is in a different area code than where I live and I should know better than to answer calls from 501 on the weekend.

Edited, Sep 3rd 2006 at 12:59pm EDT by CrescentFresh