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| The internet is a wonderful place. I came across this site today and, well, I know next to nothing about Barack Obama's policy, but if he uses any of these political taglines for his campaign, he's totally awesome. In fact, he'd probably get my vote, as sought after as that is. All I can say for sure is he better have a freakin good campaign slogan. Life's handed you aces, so don't go making lemonade.
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| So I was browsing around the ol' Internet, when I came across this Amazon page about a horse racing game for the XBox.
Check out the features list. That 's got to be the craziest horse
racing game ever. And it's even licenced by the NTRA!
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| Hey.
So this is what I am wondering right now -- why is it that your finger only smells like boogers AFTER it comes out of your nose?
...you're thinking about it, aren't you.
Glock, out.
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| Good News Everyone!
ResLife has moved me back to Stout, exactly two floors above my old
room. So I guess I will be around more and stuff, so consider
yourselves lucky. I guess it will be me and Smitty hanging with
our wonderful RA, McMan-ass. WHY can't I get away from that
guy!?!? Hopefully I won't be found to be staying up "later than
usual" and "popping my head in and out of people's rooms." Other
than that, no news, except there was totally this crazy guy that came
in to order a sandwich today, he kept rambling about stuff like he was
out of eggs and he was sick of chocolate and all kinds of stuff, then
whenever someone would ask him something about his food, he would just
respond really normally... weird.
Glock, out.
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| I guess it's about time to post an update on my life for all you people
who I haven't seen in about a month and a half. So, as it turns
out, my gpa this past year was not quite what it should have been and
on top of that, the king of all penis wrinkles, Spurbob wouldn't grant
me an appeal, so,
unfortunately, I will be leaving you all, well, not all of you since
I'm sure there are some creepy people who read this that I don't live
with at all. This next year I will be living in Parker, hopefully
not in Jimmy's room.
So... yeah, what else... I have officially
declared myself a Sustenance Replenishment Engineer for Quizno's -- now
there's an interesting job, catering to the people who change their
order like a million times then leave or try and make up their own
special discounts or smell or talk on their cell phones the whole time
or just plain look crazy. Today the sewer backed up or something
because it smelled like someone had been throwing rotten eggs in the
back.
This past weekend I got a wicked patchy sunburn, almost worth taking a
picture of, but not quite, it is complete with a big hole in the
shoulder where apparently a finger's worth of sunscreen got rubbed in
as well as finger marks all along the edge of the burn. Also I
almost died by choking on water -- did you know that it is not good to
breathe that stuff in? Well it is, and you will make these weird
wheasy sounds and almost pass out, but then cough enough of it out of
your lungs to be fine, yet cautious the rest of the day.
I took some pictures too, but Corey's are way better so I'm not going to post them.
Glock, Out!
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