I've much to say and very little time, so I'll be brief. Last night, after I had some friends over and watched a movie, I decided to make a little dinner for myself. Unfortunately I left the oven going and... well started quite a fire. On the list of 2008 resolutions is not burning down my place of residence.
The good news for me is that I grabbed my laptop, phone, and external hard drive out of the fire. And the good news for you is that I had the presence of mind to take a video of my apartment on fire with my phone.
Check it out.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f2b1D5w82yU
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
Happy New Year, kids.
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I love Rick Astley! *screaming psycho fan cheer* All 93 shimmying lbs. of him. Tapered, high-waisted jeans and matching jeans-shirt and all.
ReplyDeletecoupla thoughts...
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I'm going to devote a significant amount of my life to destroying every single jeans shirt in existence.
2.
I'm pretty sure one of those blonde chicks wiggling about was my mom.
3.
The way that Rick sashays is possibly the most offensive thing I've seen thus far this year. Seriously. I mean, yeah the year is young but...I've seen some pretty offensive things already - and none were as offensive as his dance moves.
I think you can still buy jeans shirts. My theory is based on the fact that every freakin' year since 1993, my mother in law buys me one for Christmas. I have no idea where they are coming from. I think she must have a basement full of them.
ReplyDeleteMake them stop.
I should have never told you about this, Scott, because I knew that you would just abuse it for your own, devilish amusement.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I knew that it was highly unlikely that this could have occurred without you calling me and telling me all about it firsthand.
Finally, it's good to see you blogging again. Perhaps you could perhaps find time in your busy schedule to throw us the proverbial bone every now and again? Of course, I don't want to be too naggy on this issue. But it's sort like we were talking about the other day, when I asked you how the blog was going, and you got scared and said "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air."
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought, "Nah, forget it. Yo home to Bel-Air!"
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabby yo holmes smell ya later
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.
Higgins, I hate you. That song will be in my head for weeks.
ReplyDeleteDamn you, Scott.
ReplyDeleteEach of your responses has justified the maniacal laughter that accompanied writing this post.
ReplyDeleteThat is... each of your responses except for Steph-a-ninnie's. Steph, you're scaring me.
JV, you can still buy jean shirts. The majority of 40+ Midwesterners would have nothing else to wear if you couldn't. We're looking forward to getting day glo in the near future though. I hear the only way to stop them is to kill the lead Jean Shirt. But it's said he lives in a castle, surrounded by a moat of Velveeta Cheese, and patrolled by golems of Back Fat and Tackiness.
Jake, I knew of it. I just didn't know the term "rick-rolling". So you're not to blame. For this. This once. As usual, we can place the blame squarely on the asshole of the internet: 4chan, whose mysterious innerworkings produce a great amount of shit that ends up on blogs.
Local H, come on... you can't hate me. I wouldn't do that to you. I mean I'm... "never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never
gonna run around and... desert-you."
Timmy: muwhahahaha.