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news for December 24th>

I was watching lord of the rings the other day and I thought "wow this is just a great movie". Then I thought "that sure is a long journey for those two hobbits. Why don't they ever poop if they eat so much?" I mean seriously, is that Lamda's bread some magical bread that you don't have to poop out? Anywho. Lord of the rings rocked. So some guy calls me this morning and is like "I understand you run a web site and we've been referred to you" and i'm like uh yea i do. and he's like "now what's your web site about? we're both adults here does it have any naughty stuff on it? And i'm like uh no it's just a personal page for me that gets about 20 hits a day. then he goes "oh that's great okay we want to run an ad campaign on your site for wireless networks like ATT and T-mobile. If you get a list of email addresses from people who view your site and sell them to us we'll pay you two dollars for every one how does that sound? I go "ummm i'm really anti-spamming so i dont think so". Then he asked me if i'd "Rather be moral than profitable" and i said yes and then he said well this isnt going to work out and hung up. RVD's bathroom reader looks out for you guys. Moral of the story is a good Mahatma Ghandi quote that I think pertains to this situation "You must be the change you wish to see in the world"


news for December 14th>


news for December 10th>

Note to self: do not eat a half pound of 4 day old cookie dough and then play soccer. un-coothe poo will follow soon after. Speaking of soccer, it sucked. The burninators were robbed of their rightful place in the championship by the Ostriches aka the Ostriweliketocheatandhavepenisesinourassesches. They brought up 4 kids illegally to play in the playoffs for them, including a varsity goalie. We played valiantly but in the end, gayness won over straightness 6-2. My only good memory of that game will be when their goalie had the ball in his hands and i walked up and hit the ball out of his hands. hahaha ... sucker. Geeze i guess i really didnt have anything to say i just posted cos i was pissed about the soccer thing. Oh yea, gavin and I went to music tech and recorded some sweet tracks. I will post them when they are done being produced (yea that's right: produced. We put down the ritz biatch). Man if i rambled any longer about stupid personal stories i might as well start calling this thing a blog. Except i would never call it a blog because i hate the word blog. Even the way the word blog looks is gross. It's like if poop could form into one word, it would form into blog. sometimes you call turds logs. I bet that's where blog comes from. web turd. shitting all over the internet. Moral of the story is "the word "vat is hella funny"


news for December 7th>

I'm just gonna kick right in with a story here cos i have nothing else to say. So I'm at taco bell waiting for my sister to get out of a movie after romie's bitch ass ditches me. After eating 5 dollars worth of taco supremes I waddle outside to my car only to be stopped by dirtiest black guy I've ever seen. the conversation was as follows:

DBG: Hey man can you spare some change for a brother?
Me: I'll tell you what, I'll give you all the money I have on one condition.
DBG: Anything man anything you say.
Me: You can't spend the money on food. You have to buy booze with it okay?
DBG: Damn Aight sure man that's cool
*I give him the money ($2)
DBG: You are one cool mother fu*$#er man
Me: god you're greasy

Moral of the story is "what a waste of two bucks"


news for November 30th>

I love long breaks from school. I guess I should add that to my long list of things i'm thankful for. Thanksgiving was great for me. My bro and his roommate the fox came over from chicago again this year and we had a jolly good time that consisted of fox acting like he was retarded the entire time we were in blockbuster and chris setting a household record of farts in a 3 day span. Another thing we did was destroy our good for nothing computer. The piece of crap broke down like 5 times since it's induction into our house 3 years ago and finally ate shit and died about two weeks ago. We pulled an office space and just completely destroyed it as can be seen in the new video above. As is customary for me to do in RVD's Bathroom Reader I will now make a list of what i am thankful for:

My family
the fox
Going to Eagan High school
Pumpkin pie in which the amount of whipped cream exceeds the actual amount of pie
All my friends
Kantor and I's movie
The Burninators
1/3 of the school year being over
horses
< Our glorious 10 hack in study hall with 3 minutes to go on the last day

On a different yet still thankful note, me, zach, steve-O, matt brown, chris, the fox and uhler all went to mystic lake for my magical first gambling experience. Steve won 44 bucks within 5 minutes of playing when he got a hand with 4 aces given to him on his second dollar video poker hand. Then he lost everything he won except 10 bucks on 25 cent video poker and blackjack. Matt lost all of his money within an hour and then spent the next two complaining. So did chris. Zach was up big time on quarter video poker but didnt quit and ended up in the hole. In the end me and steve were the only ones up with steve up 10 and me up 27. Moral of the story: " I rock at video poker"


news for November 25thth>

British performance artist Mark McGowan performs his artwork entitled 'Sausage, Chips and Beans' at the House Gallery, London in this photo taken November 14, 2003. McGowan intends to spend 100 hours sitting in the bath of baked beans with sausages strapped to his head and two chips stuck up his nose. This guy is just mind bogglingly retarded. Sitting in a tub of beans with chips stuck up your nose and sausages strapped to the top of your head isn't art. Art is something that should make you either think in new ways or relate a beautiful picture to you. All this makes me think of is how he's probably going to take those sausages off of his head and insert them into his ass after he's done with his 100 hours of sitting in beans. You know what else pisses me off? when people call my site a Blog. First off I hate the word blog. Secondly if I had a Blog i would type in size 8 font crammed together and write about how shitty my life is. So that no one calls this thing a Blog again i will make it a blog for today.

My existence is one of pure torture in which all of the world comes together to torture my soul. If I could die today and go straight to hell I would be the happiest man on earth. My girlfriend is the only who keeps me alive. We like to sit and listen to shitty punk music together and complain about "preps" even though we call anyone who doesn't wear a sideways mesh hat with the bill cocked up "preps". I hate that my shitty personality and bad taste in music and terrible wardrobe made up of pre-ripped pants and vintage shirts that I found in a "Free" box at a garage sale make people not like me. But screw them all they do is listen to that "prep" music. I want to die.

Moral of the story is "Besides
Chris's Journal I have never seen a decent blog. Well Paul your blog is cool too i guess"


news for November 18th>

Yes, ridiculous amounts have passed since i last updated this beast but on the other hand, I'm gay. Can't argue with that. Here's something that I invented that is really good to reduce boredom - think of an animal and then draw it. Done? okay no draw a penis on that animal. There is nothing funnier than drawing penises on animals. You can extend this game to other things too. I drew patrick and spongebob squarepants the other day, then i went back and gave them great big genitals and laughed my ass off for 5 minutes until people started looking at me sitting there alone laughing. Well i actually wasn't sitting, i was standing...and i was on top of my desk....naked...screaming. This is what happens when i don't write for a long time. One thing i'm not bored in is study hall aka hacky sack period. Every day for the last 3 weeks me, matt, jesse and mitch play hacky in study hall for 55 minutes. It's the most glorious class I've ever had. Our record right now is an 8 hack which is 32 passes. Beast. Well damn i just thought of a good story to write about but I'm just on fire with this Creative Writing paper so i'll post it tomorrow. Moral of the story is "Kantor and I's movie = film festival winner"




news for November 7th>

What a great week. Our volleyball team rules so we got Thursday and Friday off to "go cheer them on" aka sleep until 12. Here's a story that proves I am indeed the coolest kid you've ever met. I can't believe i forgot to tell it until now. Yesterday I was on my way to Bible Study class when i got behind this guy that had a bumper sticker sitting on the inside of the car in the back window that said "Pawlenty laid me off" and a bunch of dirty union stickers and i'm like "damn, another idiot with a G.E.D. thinking he should be making more than minimum wage and have job security" so he turns into a parking lot right next to my bible study class and i come up with a brilliant idea. I pulled in after him, and he ran inside the building so i parked right next to him, opened his back door and took the bumper sticker and ripped the word "off" off the sticker. I then hastily put it back and drove away very fast. "Pawlenty laid me". hahaha. Then i was late to bible study but who cares i hate that class. Moral of the story is "Some people should be banned from parties forever"


news for November 1st>

Halloween was a smash success. Everywhere I went yesterday people were still talking about the gorillas and the banana. If you still don't know what I'm talking about watch the video. Watch the video anyways it's hilarious. In addition to running around school we showed up at Twito's party along with half of Eagan and did some provacative bumping and grinding on the dance floor and I chased mitch throught Applebee's while he was working. I also wore my gorilla suit delivering pizzas. People must have liked it cos i got 43 bucks in tips. Today I woke up around 4:30 pm and listened to some Ace of Base. Man Ace of Base rules. Then I went on an adventure with Brennan and Dave VonJUSTIN!! in which i accidentally ran 2 stop signs and 2 red lights, yelled at a fat lady still wearing a halloween costume, and was chased by a wigger who was in a fit of rap-music induced rage because i merely looked at him at the stop light. We pulled into applebee's obviously not afraid of him and he stopped and pulled a U-turn. Hahaha that's right you arent gonna do anything you tupac loving pussy. What a ragamuffin. I came away from the trip with the new stroke's cd and prince's greatest hits too. Sharon's party blew ass so i wont even talk about that. Moral of the story is "Oh what a night"


news for October 28th>

good stuff this time around. On saturday we were driving around and we saw a bunch of people in some house having a costume party so we hatched a brilliant scheme. We went and got the banana suit and the gorilla suits and walked into the party and said "WE'RE HERE!!" and they were like "hey guys!" so we just walked around this random party for 5 minutes and then left. I just know that 20 minutes after we left the people were probly like "Hey where did those gorillas and the banana go? did anyone know who they were?" It should boggle their minds. Later that night mitch went into byerly's with the banana suit on and bought 2 bananas, banana yogurt, and a banana drink. When he went to go buy it the lady was like "are you coming from a party or something?" and he was like "what? no. i'm just hungry". haha spwooo. Well the burninators start utter burnination tomorrow at soccer blast in burnsville. it should be burntastic so burn yourself on down there and watch us burndominate. Moral of the story is "the hatred of work vs. the desire for money : the ultimate showdown"


news for October 23rd>

I've told this story to like 15 people today but it's a goody so I'll tell it one more time. I won some chocolate in french today playing french bingo and like an idiot put that chocolate, which was not wrapped, in my pocket. I reached into my pocket to get a pencil and my hand just got caked with chocolate so i went in the bathroom and started wiping all the crap out of my pocket with toilet paper. After I was done my hand had a bunch of chocolate on it and i went to go wash it and some kid was like "oh dude what is that all over your hand" and I brought up hand up to my eyes and i was like "OH DUDE I GOT POOP ALL OVER MY HAND OH GROSS!" and the kid was like "dude that's sick!". Haha and then he left before i told him it was chocolate. If i saw some kid with poop all over his hand i wouldnt be like that's gross and then leave. I'd be like dude you have poop on your hand, then i'd try and grab his arm and smear it on other people. Sorry about that word document not working. It's fixed now so go do your dirty business. Prayers go out to Elliot Smith, the talented musician who died today. We had a nice string of only crappy musicians dying recently (i.e. tupac, biggie, aliyah, john denver). Too bad that had to go get broken. Moral of the story is "Hearing everyone sing along to oasis - wonderwall in the halls when it came on after Eagan AM today was so cool"


news for October 21st>

I wasted my entire vacation visiting colleges. It was so embarrassing walking around in eau claire with my mom. She didn't know where she was going so she walked right into the cafeteria with me and like 300 people were in there eating. I'm trying to get out of there as fast as i can cos people are looking and i turn around and my mom is tying her shoes with her butt way up in the air in the middle of the room. I wished i was dead. Eau Claire is pretty sweet. If i get accepted that's where i'm gonna go. Well i got so bored here in web development that i put together a big word document of all my entries from the beginning of time and printed it off when fletcher wasn't looking. If you get as bored as i do and need some reading material, check it.The site has officialy been up for a full year now spanning everything from me running over luis' cd multiple times to my gas station blunders so there's some good stuff. Moral of the story is "POO POO"


news for October 17th>

I hate the yankees. I hate whore-hey posada the most. I have to say my hero tim wakefield, although he gave up the game winning home run, was hella pimp and went out in style. As soon as he saw boone hit the ball he didnt even look at it he just walked back to the dug-out grabbed his bag and left. His body language basically said "yea i didn't win, but at least my team isn't going to have a giant gay orgy in the dugout after the game". Well today is the day that i see if i still have my job. They're desperately short on drivers on friday and i called friday morning to tell them that i couldn't come in. They don't open the store til 4 and i worked at 5 so by the time they got the message they will have one hour to try and find someone else to work. They will not be happy with me. Good luck to me. Moral of the story is "worst world series ever"


news for October 14th>

This joke is outdated but i hope it's funniness still lingers. As you can see I was the only guy wearing a non-black suit at the coronation ceremony so we're all standing around before the thing starts and I go "I see you all went for the black look...especially you Bosfield" (black kid). Count It! Hmmmm. That's all i got. Moral of the story is "Robert Bosfield is the man"


news for October 10th>

Man, tonight we sat on top of the parking garage and listened to music and talked for a couple hours. I'm so at peace right now. Last night we went to this house that is supposedly haunted. It's rumored some guy doused himself with gasoline and torched his ass in his garage. We walked thru like 50 feet of woods to get there. It was this old abandoned house with garbage laying everywhere. Inside nothing had been taken out but everything was overturned and rotting. A big refrigerator was laying on the floor and the couch was stripped down to the wires. Pieces of paper lay all over the ground so that you couldn't even see the floor. It looked like besides the hobos who came in and ripped the place apart looking for valuables, not a single person and been in there since he died. Jars of jelly still were on the walls and stuff. It was so creepy, i hope to take pictures later. hahahaa...jelly. the jelly jiggled as i jostled. haha...diarreah. I had to walk on the field today for homecoming nomination thingy and i tried to trip the girl i was walking with hahaha. It didn't totally work but i bet it looked funny. Well i'm approaching the hour of sleep here so i must beckon to it's call. Moral of the story is "Count it!"


news for October 5th>

Well, I'm not the king of the school. According to kyle i got the biggest standing "O" and I got a sign made for me so i guess that proves that I might NOT have the most friends of all the candidate, but I do have the best damn friends in the school. I spent an hour and a half at "practice" in which i walked down some stairs to my spot on the stage. Then the real thing came, in which i walked down some stairs to my spot. In all, those 2 things took over 3 hours. I was happy to get out of my sweltering suit and get to Paul Hirte's house where we saw a kick ass musician in paul's house. His name is Colby Stead and he's one of the coolest most talented men ever. He drove 1300 miles just to play for Paul and only asked for gas money to get home from us. In addition to his great music, he told stories about his life experiences that were really cool. It was a sweet night which made up for my crappy day at dominoes delivering pizzas to half retarded truckers with beards that protrude 3 inches from their faces. Speaking of bands, take some time to download some of our jam band's tunes that i'm throwing up and give us some feedback. Today's moral of the story is from Colby Stead "I'm 27, I'm pretty old, i know that. But i've enjoyed life, for what it's worth"



news for October 1st>

I was eating a wendy's junior bacon cheeseburger after my sister's softabll game when i approached a car on western and snelling to my left at a stop sign that had many "PETA MEMBER" and wildlife federation" etc. hippy bumper stickers. so i pulled up next to him, he looked at me, i took a huge bite of my burger and threw all of my trash out of the window onto the ground and drove off. Moral of they story is "hippies pretend to care about the rainforest, but all they do is sit around, smoke pot and smell bad"


news for Septemeber 29th>

couple of things to write about. First off, my computer class is so nerdy it's amazing. I walked in today and king nerd was teaching all his minions how to press the shift key five times then hit alt+enter and then hit shift again to make the computer play galaxia video game noises so the whole class mr. fletcher is trying to talk and it's "bew bew bew tink tink biong biong pew pew pew". Luckily I was too focused on updating my fantasy football teams to notice this distraction for too long. Secondly, I started my new job at dominoes today. Man was that a pain in the ass. I knocked on 5 wrong doors in one night which has to be some sort of dominoes record. I also had to go to wescott apartments where i thought i was going to be shot by the gang of 20 young and restless black people staring angrily at me as i pulled in. Luckily i escaped that dungeon of caucasion doom after knocking on 3 more wrong doors making my total at that point 4. When I was done driving around like I had moved to eagan yesterday i had a total of 8 places in 3 hours. Awful. Here's to the weekend, good music everywhere, and the minnesota twins. Peace out guys. Moral of the story is "Many could live on what we have wasted all because we never knew how much we had"


news for Septemeber 25th>

Another fag was put in his place today. Some idiot was wearing a 12 pack pop box over his head today at lunch and then pulled it down to cover his entire face. We couldn't let this blatant idiocy pass unheeded so David walked over to him, took the box off of his face and stomped on it and then came back to our table as we cheered. His table got mad but David was the hero today. I guess they got a problem with heroes around here Betty. I'm not hella religious, but this moral of the story put some thought into my corrupt brain. Moral of the story: "Most people plan to repent at 11 and die at 10:30"


news for Septemeber 21st>

Time for my monthly rant. Gangs. Gangs are so retarded. Mitch heard from his cousin that to join this one gang you had to do one of two things: Get beaten until you bleed, or KILL someone. The whole purpose of gangs seems to be two things. 1. be as detrimental to society as possible and 2. Kill as many members of other gangs as possible. I like number two because it weeds out the idiots. It's natural selection at it's finest. Well kyle and I decided to start our own gang and we came up wit a list ta get your dizzle in our gizzle.
--Mus' KILL someone
--Mus' own a heata
--Mus' wear fat albert pants below ass crack at all times
-- Mus' NEVER get a job
-- Mus' act irrationally
--Mus' have at least 3 kids and not know any of their names.
Idiots. I suggest you join the WJBCFC instead. In other news yahoo i got nominated for homecoming king. Rather than tell you to vote for me like a certain T. Wollan. hmmm that's too suspicious we'll change that to Tom W. That's better. Anyways rather than do that i offer you RVD'S Homecoming Campaign. That's it so i hope you like it. Moral of the story is "Losers never win and winners never quit, but when a loser keeps losing and never quits, than he's an idiot"


news for Septemeber 14th>

My site was hacked last night by a perpetrator kown only as "david". This big phony got his 15 minutes of fame by glorifying himself on my website. Well "david" i hope you enjoyed your time in the spotlight you haxor newbie face mcgee. Too bad everyone knew it wasnt real cos there WAS NO MORAL OF THE STORY! I bet you feel salty now. Yesterday mitch and i were making fun of this kid with little nubbins for hands and legs. They call him "breadstick boy" cos his ligaments look like breadsticks. I was like you know what would be terrible? getting him a guitar for christmas. Then we started talking about funny things we could get him trying to be clever like those hand exercise clampers or a flute when i paused and was like "...gloves?". It was so blatantly obvious that it was for hands that we laughed for like 30 seconds and then stopped laughing and then went to his house and then i went back home and then i fell asleep. Moral of the story is "there once was a fox in sox in a box eating lox injecting botox into his buttox by an ox on blocks by some flocks of pigeons"


news for Septemeber 12th>

My weekend kinda sucked balls. Saturday i had to work until 9 and I thought i was going to die. plus paul was pissing me off so i said i was going for a break and i'd be back in 15. I didnt come back for 45 minutes and when paul started yelling at me i told him to "eat a dick paul". Surprisingly i not only did not get fired as hoped but got made to work the next morning. Therefore it wasn't until saturday night that i actually had some fun. Me matt and steve went golfing at 1:30 in the morning. We were on the 4th hole and I was sure i was going to make up my 9 strokes deficit on the next hole when cops rolled onto the course and we ran like hell. Steve didn't stop running for like a mile and almost died while matt and I's out of shape selves ran about 300 yards and then just kind of stumbled around until we found steve. Today I did homework and watched football. Mike tice you are an idiot. Let's run the football for 98 yards easily and then pass 3 times when we get down to the 2 yard line and let's throw it to randy moss every time. okay BREAK. Yea my weekend sucked except for golfing. moral of the story is "eric clapton you beast"


news for Septemeber 10th>

"The Korean man died after he climbed on top of the security fence held up a sign that said "WTO kills farmers" and then stabbed himself in the chest with a knife" Moral of the story is "idiot"

news for Septemeber 7th>

i really dont have any stories so i'm just gonna relate a few funny ideas that i've heard or came up with. I don't remember who's idea this was, it was one of kantor's friends. here it goes. "we should take a little kiddy pool and set it up in the backyard and all go in it, then call for pizza and say "just bring it the pool in the back" so when the pizza guy comes to deliver the pizza to the pool in the back he finds 5 kids sitting in a tiny kiddy pool". spwooo well we were all sitting in mitch's basement thinking of funny ideas to do for halloween at school this year. Here's a few we came up with. One guy dresses as a shepard and like 10 other people dress as sheep and between classes all the sheep gather to the shepard and walk silently down the hall...have 10 people dress up as dogs and have a guy in a dog catcher suit with a giant oversized novelty net and when class ends the dogs come out of the rooms and run like hell away from the guy with the net....somebody dressed as jesus and another as the devil and they see each other and just start fighting....dress up as a turtle or snail and crawl extremely slow thru the halls between class....i think that's it. Well i'd better save this before my computer crashes, which it has been doing on an average of once every 10 minutes. Moral of the story is "trigger happy tv is genious"


news for Septemeber 2nd>

School. Yup. School. I think i did pretty well today finding my way around except when i looked at my schedule wrong and walked in on a class i wasn't supposed to be in after they had started. Yup but overall did okay. It was really boring today. minus mr. melchior's african disco dance he did cos kyle told him it was my birthday today and french one cos french one is a kick ass class. This little freshman kid was trying to be a funny smart ass and say all these dumb jokes which the dumb freshman girls laughed at. After his second comment mitch points at him and goes "AAAUUUUGHHH" and i go "who is this clown?". We need to put these little freshman hoes in their place. Yup so day one is complete and i didnt make a total ass of myself. Success. After school we drove to get mitch's bass fixed at some stoner's house in the middle of nowhere. We drive all the way there and mitch forgets the pick guard, which we went there for in the first place. So we had to drive all the way back and get it. In all id say we were driving for a good hour or more. Later on mitch and i went up to the softball fields and stood on the side then mitch pushed me over and i was like "YOU'RE DEAD MOTHER F$#!ER! I'M GONNA KILL YOU! and we ran across the softball field the whole time me screaming threats and mitch yelling AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. The softball players were not amused as they shouted things like "it's a school night aren't you supposed to be in bed?" and "STREAKERS!". This prompted me to rip my shirt off and twirl it above my head as we reached safety. Well at least we're having fun before school crushes our spirit completely. Moral of the story is "so many hot chicks, not enough balls"


news for August 30th>

90 straight glorious days and 15 parties later the summer is drawing to a close. School hasn't really hit me yet, but as soon as i walk in the door on tuesday it will sucker punch me right in the balls. Ah well, best not to think about it. Ah yea so i found out some girl is a member of PETA. Pussys Eating Turnips And shit. I started making a few comments about how gay cows are and in true hippy fashion she started to cry like a little pussy. I made the argument "I can't believe you would let yourself not enjoy the taste of a Wendy's Junior Bacon Cheeseburger because you're afraid some stupid cow might get killed." It's a cow for gods sake, when i see one in the field all i can think is "man, that cow would make a tasty junior bacon cheeseburger one day." I'm all for the protection of monkeys and turtles and other cool animals that dont live to eat grass, poop, and destroy our ozone layer but come on, cows suck. That's why i'm making an anti-PETA orginazation. it's called W.J.B.C.F.C. : the Wendy's Junior Bacon Cheeseburger Fan Club. You can't get a better deal on the market today as far as i'm concerned. 99 cents and you can proudly say you helped rid the world of a dirty pig and a stupid fat cow. Moral of the story is "cows suck"


news for August 26th>

We had this big cock come into my work and ask us to toast a sandwich twice. When we did it got really burnt and he blamed it on us for toasting it twice. He was a big dick about it too. That's why I say we hire a fat ghetto black lady to handle problem customers. We could pay her in fried chicken, grits, 5o cent cd's, and watermelon and maybe throw in a book of stereotypes and cliches as a bonus. Right so most of you heard i got a cellular telephone for my birthday. It's used to send and receive satellite signals between phones allowing two people to converse wirelessly from any location within okay enough. The number is 235-5388. That's a 651 too fool. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO school starts in a week. I WISH I WAS DEAD. well i think i'm gonna take my dog up to lebanon hills and get that fatty some exercise. All he does is sleep in dirty laundry baskets all day. Moral of the story is "i'm tired of being around people i don't know"


news for August 21st>

Happy birthday to me. My birthday was yesterday, it was the bomb. I got a power supply to my guitar effects pedal, a spongebob squarepants poster, and a cellular telephone, which i'm going to pick up tomorrow. i can also now smoke, buy porno, and go to nudy bars, all of which i will never do because i'd be a big dirt. Well i said one of the gayest things ever today. We were at mitch's talking about school and we were talkin about this black principal who i heard let's black kids slide when they get in trouble so i said "yeah, i heard he gets black kids off". AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. So steve and matt and company are going around showing their "show boobs" sign to people for a laugh when they pull up next to a black dude who looks like MC hammer and his girlfriend. They show him the sign and he absolutely freaks out yelling "im gonna F*&^ing kill you. you mother F*%$!ers are dead!" so they speed away but he follows them for the next 20 minutes still screaming until they finally get away. That story would have been a lot more interesting if someone would have gotten horribly maimed, but whatever. Moral of the story is "I'm the #1 son"


news for August 19th>

I've been working on the site alot lately even though you can't see anything. I predict by the 21st i will have my vacation slideshow finished and the pics page done. It wont be one of those crappy slideshows either. Well it's 2:02 AM and i've got my golf clubs sitting out in the front yard and i'm waiting for Barrett, Kantor and other such juvenile delinquints to come pick me up so that we may sneak onto carraige hills golf course and play a nice "early morning" round. I'm technically 18 now so i can do what i want. shoo. Oh yes and here is a gay thing said before i leave. Mitch: "yeah i think i'm gonna hang with andy tonight. I've been blowing him off all summer". NOOOOOOOO. Moral of the story is "i need coffee if i'm gonna go nine holes. oh, and happy birthday to me"


news for August 17th>

Hello friends, I'm on my last day of "vacation" here at my G and G's on my dad's side. The last 4 days have been hell as all I did was hang out in a trailer park and work 6 hours a day peeling potatoes, cutting onions, and cleaning a church hall for my G and G on my mom's side's 50th anniversary ceremony. It pissed me off royally that there are 5 families on my mom's side and only my family and one other helped out with the ceremony planning. I flew 2,000 miles to peel potatoes for 4 hours while they can't even drive their mobile home living asses 5 miles to help. I hated the cities my relatives on my mom's side live in. I've never seen so many truck driving men in suspenders and moustaches shopping at the giant dollar store in my life. Well i better go before my mom comes in and reads all the bad stuff i said about her family. I took a ton of pics i'll make a slide show later. Moral of the story is "There's no place like home"


news for August 3rd>

Yea church camp wasn't too bad actually. There were some cool speakers and everything, the only thing i couldnt stand were the "moved" people. They were like flailing their arms around and crying because they could "feel jesus coming over them" or some crap. I don't buy it. Then there were the stupid canadians who were in this giant circle playing this stupid clapping game and i ran in the middle of it and started dancing and some kid points at me and goes "Hey! what the?" and i looked around real fast and then yelled "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" and ran away. spwooo well i'm super sick right now. I guess i have strep throat cos i have a rash over 3/4 of my body and my throat hurts and i need to blow my nose every 45 seconds. I wish i was dead. Moral of the story is "remember those play pens full of plastic balls that you could swim in? when i get rich, i'm gonna get a million gallon tank with those plastic balls in it and play tag in it"


news for July 31st>

I have to go to church camp this weekend. I wish i was dead. Here's my last update for a couple of days. It's a convo i had with a guy who IM'ed me after i said i was an 84 year old man looking for another 80+ year old male to have gay wheelchair sex.


Moral of the story is "gay people are gullible"


news for July 30th>

Me and ian were conversing yesterday i realized something. What cities do you think of when u think of crime? Probably chicago, the bronx, Gary, Brooklyn etc. What do all these cities have in common? super ghetto black people. That's right, anywhere ghetto black people go turns to absolute shit. You're probably thinking "this kids is a racist". Have you ever made fun of dirty white trash? it's the same thing. The only thing is, ghetto black people unlike trailer trash are perceived as "cool". Almost every rapper out there was once dealing drugs and nobody even cares. People think it's cool that 50 cent was shot 9 times over drug money. i feel like i'm taking crazy pills. These people are DIRTY. They're the same people who turn cities into cracked out half way houses. Their whole image is retarded. Nelly wore a band-aid on his face for no reason. they wear their jerseys backwards. they wear pantyhose on their heads for gods sake. stop the madness. Well people are now gonna say i'm "so white" like that's a terrible thing. At least i'm not detrimental to society. Moral of the story is "good thing no ghetto black people read this site or they'd be asking me if detrimental was some kind of toothpaste."


news for July 29th>

today at work this crazy guy comes in and goes straight to the cash register and is like "i had the tuscan chicken" and the christina was like "uh okay did you order it yet?" and the crazy guy yells "I HAVE TO ORDER IT!?" and then storms out of the store and throws a bag of chips against the garbage on his way out. wow. Well this weekend was spectacular. many know what i am talking about. Nothing really became of the cone incident. Mitch got grounded so he couldnt partake in the festivities, but the cop never called back so at least no legal trouble. give me a couple days to recover and i'll come back with something more interesting and less rambling to talk about. Moral of the story is "you should have seen this entry before i edited it. It was un-readable"


news for July 24th>

Me mizatch and kyle were driving down a street with a bunch of cones when mitch leans out the window and grabs a cone and proceeds to knock down about 6 cones along the way with the cone he had grabbed, then drop his cone in the middle of the street. Later, right as we were going to the zoo cos we had free passes, kyle's mom calls to tell kyle that a cop had just called his house. The old fagets behind us had called in kyle's license plate number so we had to go back to kyle's house and mitch had to call the cop back and leave a message apologizing and taking the blame. This brings me to my point: i hate old people. if you're too old to remember what it's like to be a kid goofing around and then get bitter about it, it's time to die. if you drive 20 mph under the speed limit with your blinker on, it's time to die. None of this 9-1-1 senior arm bands oh i've fallen and i can't get up hit this button and someone will come rescue me. If you fall and you can't get up, it's time to die. Well my parents are out of town camping this weekend so i better get to sleep here. A minute asleep when your parents are gone is a minute wasted. Moral of the story is "I aint never goin back to school, NEVER"


news for July 21st>

I was seeing Joseph and the Technicolored dream coat the other day, which was an AWESOME play in which pete was da bomb. Yes he was so good, that i had to pull out a late 90's term to describe his performance. Anyways, so i'm at this play and steve tells me that there is a way to get up onto the ceiling of the auditorium. There is a hole above the stage in the cieling, so i thought of a great idea. During Encore next year when they do it for the students, sneak up there with a life-like doll walk to the hole in the cieling and when everyone leaves the stage during scene changes or what-not and it's quiet yell "I WISH I WAS DEAD!!" and throw the doll down onto the stage. When everyone faints or runs to see if the "person" is dead or not you can make a clean getaway. Will i do this? probly not, but it'd be funny if i did eh? eh? eh? okay...many a good time has passed. I've been to so many parties lately that i just wanted to stay home today, so I did and played half life for 7 straight hours while eating cereal on the floor of my room. I LOVE SUMMER. Moral of the story is "You can't be lucky in life if you're lucky in love - jesse C.". i think i butchered that line, sorry jesse.


news for July 15th>

Another excrutiating 9 AM CPR class in which i watched an obviously homo guy practically get a hard on giving mouth to mouth resescitation to his plastic dummy. sick f*$k. After CPR class i decided to take my dog scoots for a walk so i drove him to my work and then walked him to TCF bank over by blockbuster. On the way back we got about 20 feet before he laid down and wouldn't get back up again for anything, so i had to carry his fat lazy ass from halfway in the parking lot of TCF back to quizno's where my car was. That's a good quarter mile right there. Luckily steve salvaged my day, and not just by saying another hilariously gay comment ("let's run onto the golf course and grab some people's balls"). Me him and Matt went to kyle's baseball game and yelld out gay comments like "that was some nice wood" and "choke it and poke it" among others. Then we rented the movie phone booth. It was really freaky, right as the movie was over it was showing this satellite sending out all these signals to phones, then the screen went blank and right then the phone rang at steve's house. Of course it wasn't as freaky as when I had just got done seeing the ring and my intercom system broke and was blaring static noise like the TV's did right before the people DIED, but it was pretty cool anyways. It was mitch on the phone, he said it's hell in Tennesee and they woke him up this morning with Reliant K's sadie hawkins dance blaring thru the intercom and he wished he was dead. Well i hear katie pavs is throwing a bbq at her house tomorrow so i'd better get some rest. Moral of the story is "That's what she said"


news for July 12th>

The Zoo was awesome. All the animals were really active and it was just a sweet experience. The monkeys were out humping and the indoor monkeys were going insane flying around doing insane stunts on the trees. Tonight i got an SOS call from mitch who has only been at work camp for about 6 hours now and is already going insane. He called me back 10 minutes later and was like "they're all in a big chain giving each other back rubs. I have to get out of here!". I wish him the best of luck in the shithole of the earth, Tennessee. Moral of the story is "Mosquitoes can turn themselves invisible"


news for July 8th>

I had my physical today. Not only was my scrotum violated, i was also shot up with an inch long needle so that they could drain 2 vials of blood from my arm. The good news is, i'm not dying, although he said the fact that I sleep for 11 or 12 hours every day is abnormal and my blood test was for thyroid disease or some crap like that. Thyroid? What is that, some kind of robot? Anywho, the real reason i'm here is to flaunt the new local music site www.getsomenoise.com. It's a quality site with more information than you can get at 93x or drive 105.com. Well, my thyroid is flaring up again and i better be getting some sleep. Moral of the story is "I don't think i'm one of those guys with a natural talent at anything"


news for July 7th>

I haven't really been up to much lately, thus a lack of updates. Fourth of July was sweet, we sat on top of the borden's house and could see fireworks from about 8 different cities. Here's a good story from chicago. We were all sitting in the El train when some drunk guy gives his phone to the Fox and fox starts talking to him like he knows him. "who's this? Rakers huh? Rakers you piece of shit how's it going? Who am I? It's Tony from pre-school. Don't you remember the T-BONE!?". Everybody on the El was crackin up. Some black dude was like that was the funniest train ride i ever been on. Yeah today at work some guy came in 2 minutes before closing time and ordered his food "for here". After 10 minutes he wasnt even close to finishing and he was reading a book so paul and i put up every single chair in the entire place except the one he was on. When I put up the chair right across from him he was like "do you mind?" and i said "no" and walked away. He took the hint right there and left. Moral of the story is "physicals suck. It's so unnatrual to drop your pants for a man"


news for July 02nd>

Yes, i'm still alive. I've been in chicago for the last week with no internet access. Most people, including myself, thought I would die without internet for an entire week. They are right, i did die. If not for that team of 7 highly trained orangutangs i might not be here today. Here's a quick run down of chicago events.

Day One: I got there. went and saw charlie's angels II (it was either that or rugrats, the rest were sold out). TERRIBLE MOVIE.
Day Two: I drove around in the ghetto for 4 straight hours. There was a span of 18 miles down the ghettoest ghetto that ever ghettoed in which i did not see a single caucasion. Went to improv olympics that night. Best improv comedian in the world: James Fox my brother's roomate. screw you wayne brady (although WB is the awesome).
Day Three: Got so bored i figured out spongebob squarepants theme song on guitar. Went and ate pizza with Barret Kennedy and company. Saw 30 giant fish fighting for a bagel.
Day Four: Played XBOX for 4 straight hours. return to castle wolfenstein = quality game. First time i'd played video games in over a year. Saw 28 days later that night. Thought it was a quality flick.
Day Five: Went to the taste of chicago. So many hot girls i couldnt handle it. Had an ostrich burger and it was tasty. Then went to White Sox vs Twins game with bro and heckled Sox fans. When twins began to lose badly turned heckling into cries of "cubs are better than the sox". Made many enemies.
Day Six: Played 4 more hours of return to castle wolfenstein before i left for the El. Forgot my transit card and money and had to walk all the way back to apartment. Read a book on the train when i wasnt constantly asking black guy next to me to turn his damn music down. Finally arrived home to crispy cream donuts.

Classic Chicago quote by me: "what are all these negroes doing in chicago?"
Moral of the story is: "Chicago is da coolest"


news for June 20th>

Paul was taking inventory at work and I'm the only white person who works there and he said "how many crackers do we have?" and I was like "just one". Bada-chssshh. It's great being the only white person at work cos I have a chance to see what it would be like if I was the minority. I gotta tell you being the minority kicks ars. I especially like fulfilling all the white sterotypes like trying to join in when they start dancing and just doing a terrible job or say things like "hello brothers, do you have any of that nice rap music so that we could bump dat?" and then i do raise the roof white boy style. I don't understand why minorities get all mad at the smallest thing. I wish us whities were the minority. If black people ruled the nation our pollution problem would be mainly from pot smoke. Ah, nothing like a completely stereotypical untrue "racist" joke. Moral of the story is "black people are so much more racist than white people. Need proof? watch a rap video"


news for June 20th>

People are some sick little monkeys. Me and Ian went into a gay chatroom the other day to make fun of them by saying things like "who wants to rub ranch dressing on my ass while i wack it to Bugs Bunny cartoons?". There were two things I said that people actually responded to that was absolutely disgusting. One of them i said "who wants pictures of my dog licking peanut butter off my balls?" and some guy IM'ed me and said "I do". I wanted to throw up but instead i said "it was a joke you sick fag fu*!#". The other was when i asked if "there any midgets in here that want to crawl inside my 13 inch rectum?" and there was actually a midget in the room. Yikes a gay midget. How's life treatin you buddy? you're 3 feet tall and like penis. gotta suck. errr bad way of putting it. This update was pretty gross, I'll try and be less crude in the future but i havent updated in 5 days so be happy. Moral of the story is "gay people are so gay"


news for June 15th>

I woke up really pissed off yesterday. Maybe it was cuz of the ACT, or maybe it was cuz i got 6 hours of sleep, but it made for a pretty funny day. After the ACT, I was sitting outside in the sun tryin to get rid of my mad farmer's tan when some 13 year old girl in the houses below me went outside and started practicing her tuba in her front yard. Normally i might have let this slide, but seeing as I was super pissed off yesterday I was like "oh hell no", so I went and got my guitar and amp, and put my amp up on a table facing her house. After turning it on as loud as possible, I started blasting Machinehead by Bush so loud that the girl's mom came out to see what was going on. She took the hint, and made her daughter come inside to practice. That will teach that little hoe to think she can practice her damn tuba outside. Man did the ACT's suck. I got so pissed off during the scientific reasoning section that I just filled in random answers and went to sleep. Time to go play some golf with my dad, the ultimate sacrifice I can make for him since i loathe playing golf. Moral of the story is "I wish Eagan would have a big riot, so i could go steal stuff"


news for June 13th>

Beautiful day today, spent doing something beautfiful. Namely, taking 20 golf balls and a baseball bat and walking to northview park and seeing who could nail the park and rec garage with a golf ball first. If there's one thing I can't stand about summer it's guys running around with their shirts off. Just cos you don't have boobs doesnt mean you can run around half naked where i have to see you. Well, I'd like to thank Chris for telling me how to get rid of that ad at the top of my site. The site looks much sexier now, thank you. Well my parents are bitching to get me to go mow. peace out. Moral of the story is "i hate mowing"


news for June 10th>

Last night's bonfire was pretty sweet. Many a notebook was burned as we danced around the fire like savages. Okay, there was really no dancing going on, but it was fun anyways. Except for rat-tail kid. This little dirty 8th grade mexican kid with a rat-stache who appeared out of nowhere and stood around with this big dumb smile on his face and this giant rat tail just hanging on the to the back of his head. I thought the thing was alive. Anyways I got grounded cos my mum said not to have food anymore in my room and she walked in yesterday and i had 3 burgers, a shake, 2 cans of pop and a bag of chex mix and i'm like uh, I got lost on the way to the kitchen? damn. To make a long story short, i didn't do nothin today worth relating. Moral of the story is "being grounded sucks"


news for June 8th>

Four get monkeypox virus from prairie dogs. For some reason I laughed so hard when i read that in Yahoo! news. there couldn't be funnier words to use in the same sentence then monkeypox and prarie dogs. Speaking of monkeys, paul was telling me this story about when he was at the zoo and he saw this squirrel crawl down into the monkey pen and a monkey tried to sexually assault it before it got away. I could have sworn I'd seen this too, but then i remembered it was just Al trying to get on rose. ZIIIINGGGG. But seriously folks, It's one in the morning and time to retire for the night. Moral of the story is "difficult decisions suck"


news for June 7th>

Yeah it's summertime and the living's easy, but I aint gonna neglect the bathroom reader anymore. Summer is off with a kick ass start. From a date with the beautiful katie appel to some kickin parties to the Rooney concert where i got to meet the band and get their autographs, it's all been good in the hood. Except this morning when i had to get up at 7 A.M. and go to Edina to take the SAT a.k.a. the GAY-CT test. It was wankerific. Aight, i hope all of you are truly taken it easy and havin as good of a summer as i have been. I'll hop on tomorrow to tell the epic saga of a monkey trying to rape a squirrel as told by paul. Moral of the story is "it's hard being black and gifted, and that's why i call sampson to get me lifted"


news for July 8th>

I had my physical today. Not only was my scrotum violated, i was also shot up with an inch long needle so that they could drain 2 vials of blood from my arm. The good news is, i'm not dying, although he said the fact that I sleep for 11 or 12 hours every day is abnormal and my blood test was for thyroid disease or some crap like that. Thyroid? What is that, some kind of robot? Anywho, the real reason i'm here is to flaunt the new local music site www.getsomenoise.com. It's a quality site with more information than you can get at 93x or drive 105.com. Well, my thyroid is flaring up again and i better be getting some sleep. Moral of the story is "I don't think i'm one of those guys with a natural talent at anything"


news for July 7th>

I haven't really been up to much lately, thus a lack of updates. Fourth of July was sweet, we sat on top of the borden's house and could see fireworks from about 8 different cities. Here's a good story from chicago. We were all sitting in the El train when some drunk guy gives his phone to the Fox and fox starts talking to him like he knows him. "who's this? Rakers huh? Rakers you piece of shit how's it going? Who am I? It's Tony from pre-school. Don't you remember the T-BONE!?". Everybody on the El was crackin up. Some black dude was like that was the funniest train ride i ever been on. Yeah today at work some guy came in 2 minutes before closing time and ordered his food "for here". After 10 minutes he wasnt even close to finishing and he was reading a book so paul and i put up every single chair in the entire place except the one he was on. When I put up the chair right across from him he was like "do you mind?" and i said "no" and walked away. He took the hint right there and left. Moral of the story is "physicals suck. It's so unnatrual to drop your pants for a man"


news for July 02nd>

Yes, i'm still alive. I've been in chicago for the last week with no internet access. Most people, including myself, thought I would die without internet for an entire week. They are right, i did die. If not for that team of 7 highly trained orangutangs i might not be here today. Here's a quick run down of chicago events.

Day One: I got there. went and saw charlie's angels II (it was either that or rugrats, the rest were sold out). TERRIBLE MOVIE.
Day Two: I drove around in the ghetto for 4 straight hours. There was a span of 18 miles down the ghettoest ghetto that ever ghettoed in which i did not see a single caucasion. Went to improv olympics that night. Best improv comedian in the world: James Fox my brother's roomate. screw you wayne brady (although WB is the awesome).
Day Three: Got so bored i figured out spongebob squarepants theme song on guitar. Went and ate pizza with Barret Kennedy and company. Saw 30 giant fish fighting for a bagel.
Day Four: Played XBOX for 4 straight hours. return to castle wolfenstein = quality game. First time i'd played video games in over a year. Saw 28 days later that night. Thought it was a quality flick.
Day Five: Went to the taste of chicago. So many hot girls i couldnt handle it. Had an ostrich burger and it was tasty. Then went to White Sox vs Twins game with bro and heckled Sox fans. When twins began to lose badly turned heckling into cries of "cubs are better than the sox". Made many enemies.
Day Six: Played 4 more hours of return to castle wolfenstein before i left for the El. Forgot my transit card and money and had to walk all the way back to apartment. Read a book on the train when i wasnt constantly asking black guy next to me to turn his damn music down. Finally arrived home to crispy cream donuts.

Classic Chicago quote by me: "what are all these negroes doing in chicago?"
Moral of the story is: "Chicago is da coolest"


news for June 20th>

Paul was taking inventory at work and I'm the only white person who works there and he said "how many crackers do we have?" and I was like "just one". Bada-chssshh. It's great being the only white person at work cos I have a chance to see what it would be like if I was the minority. I gotta tell you being the minority kicks ars. I especially like fulfilling all the white sterotypes like trying to join in when they start dancing and just doing a terrible job or say things like "hello brothers, do you have any of that nice rap music so that we could bump dat?" and then i do raise the roof white boy style. I don't understand why minorities get all mad at the smallest thing. I wish us whities were the minority. If black people ruled the nation our pollution problem would be mainly from pot smoke. Ah, nothing like a completely stereotypical untrue "racist" joke. Moral of the story is "black people are so much more racist than white people. Need proof? watch a rap video"


news for June 20th>

People are some sick little monkeys. Me and Ian went into a gay chatroom the other day to make fun of them by saying things like "who wants to rub ranch dressing on my ass while i wack it to Bugs Bunny cartoons?". There were two things I said that people actually responded to that was absolutely disgusting. One of them i said "who wants pictures of my dog licking peanut butter off my balls?" and some guy IM'ed me and said "I do". I wanted to throw up but instead i said "it was a joke you sick fag fu*!#". The other was when i asked if "there any midgets in here that want to crawl inside my 13 inch rectum?" and there was actually a midget in the room. Yikes a gay midget. How's life treatin you buddy? you're 3 feet tall and like penis. gotta suck. errr bad way of putting it. This update was pretty gross, I'll try and be less crude in the future but i havent updated in 5 days so be happy. Moral of the story is "gay people are so gay"


news for June 15th>

I woke up really pissed off yesterday. Maybe it was cuz of the ACT, or maybe it was cuz i got 6 hours of sleep, but it made for a pretty funny day. After the ACT, I was sitting outside in the sun tryin to get rid of my mad farmer's tan when some 13 year old girl in the houses below me went outside and started practicing her tuba in her front yard. Normally i might have let this slide, but seeing as I was super pissed off yesterday I was like "oh hell no", so I went and got my guitar and amp, and put my amp up on a table facing her house. After turning it on as loud as possible, I started blasting Machinehead by Bush so loud that the girl's mom came out to see what was going on. She took the hint, and made her daughter come inside to practice. That will teach that little hoe to think she can practice her damn tuba outside. Man did the ACT's suck. I got so pissed off during the scientific reasoning section that I just filled in random answers and went to sleep. Time to go play some golf with my dad, the ultimate sacrifice I can make for him since i loathe playing golf. Moral of the story is "I wish Eagan would have a big riot, so i could go steal stuff"


news for June 13th>

Beautiful day today, spent doing something beautfiful. Namely, taking 20 golf balls and a baseball bat and walking to northview park and seeing who could nail the park and rec garage with a golf ball first. If there's one thing I can't stand about summer it's guys running around with their shirts off. Just cos you don't have boobs doesnt mean you can run around half naked where i have to see you. Well, I'd like to thank Chris for telling me how to get rid of that ad at the top of my site. The site looks much sexier now, thank you. Well my parents are bitching to get me to go mow. peace out. Moral of the story is "i hate mowing"


news for June 10th>

Last night's bonfire was pretty sweet. Many a notebook was burned as we danced around the fire like savages. Okay, there was really no dancing going on, but it was fun anyways. Except for rat-tail kid. This little dirty 8th grade mexican kid with a rat-stache who appeared out of nowhere and stood around with this big dumb smile on his face and this giant rat tail just hanging on the to the back of his head. I thought the thing was alive. Anyways I got grounded cos my mum said not to have food anymore in my room and she walked in yesterday and i had 3 burgers, a shake, 2 cans of pop and a bag of chex mix and i'm like uh, I got lost on the way to the kitchen? damn. To make a long story short, i didn't do nothin today worth relating. Moral of the story is "being grounded sucks"


news for June 8th>

Four get monkeypox virus from prairie dogs. For some reason I laughed so hard when i read that in Yahoo! news. there couldn't be funnier words to use in the same sentence then monkeypox and prarie dogs. Speaking of monkeys, paul was telling me this story about when he was at the zoo and he saw this squirrel crawl down into the monkey pen and a monkey tried to sexually assault it before it got away. I could have sworn I'd seen this too, but then i remembered it was just Al trying to get on rose. ZIIIINGGGG. But seriously folks, It's one in the morning and time to retire for the night. Moral of the story is "difficult decisions suck"


news for June 7th>

Yeah it's summertime and the living's easy, but I aint gonna neglect the bathroom reader anymore. Summer is off with a kick ass start. From a date with the beautiful katie appel to some kickin parties to the Rooney concert where i got to meet the band and get their autographs, it's all been good in the hood. Except this morning when i had to get up at 7 A.M. and go to Edina to take the SAT a.k.a. the GAY-CT test. It was wankerific. Aight, i hope all of you are truly taken it easy and havin as good of a summer as i have been. I'll hop on tomorrow to tell the epic saga of a monkey trying to rape a squirrel as told by paul. Moral of the story is "it's hard being black and gifted, and that's why i call sampson to get me lifted"


news for June 2nd>

We got our quarter grades back in math today and Denis Cambell got his back and he was like "That bitch gave me a 69" and i was like "GROSS!". I'm busy trying to keep myself distracted from finals so that's all i got. Take it or leave it. Moral of the story is "dont you just hate those awkward moments when nobody knows what to say so it's just totally quiet, and everyone trys to act like they don't notice that no one is saying anything but everybody does?.......................................soooo.


news for June 1st>

On Friday I was sitting at lunch with Al Ian and Jared and Mr. Moose and Mr. Koltes were both standing by our lunch table wearing these nip ass sweat shorts. Of course Al couldn't let this pass and he says very loudly "What is this? Faget shorts day?". Mr Moose heard him and came over and started telling him how bad he is going to run him during football next year when Jared says (because Mr. Moose is fat) "hey, pamela anderson called. She wants her tits back". I don't know how mr. moose didn't hear him, but it was hilarious anyways. Well I got finals to study for, papers to write, and girls to think about. I'm out like Sammy Sosa in his last 13 at bats. Moral of the story is "Summertime, and the living's easy".


news for May 29th>

I updated the pictures page because it was time for an update to the pictures page.And I drew the duck blue because i've never seen a blue duck and to be honest with you, i've always to see a blue duck. The pictures are not too exciting but hey, they're new. So I fell into this deep philosophying phase today during math, because it sure beats listening to a 300 pound turtle-woman with a lopsided bowl cut, and in a moment of pure enlightenment, while i was sandwiched between the two dwarves and the mayoran tribesman, I think I unlocked the secret of the universe: Puntang. Now stay with me on this one it gets complicated. Okay, think about your hobby, for instance I play guitar. Now I ask myself, why do i play guitar? because i like it and to impress people with my skill. Why do i want to impress people? to get girls. Why do i want girls? Boom. Back to basics. Ask yourself why you do anything and it probly comes back to girls. What do girls do things for? No one knows, and that's why girls are such a mystery in themselves. Maybe I'll doze off in U.S. History someday and figure women out, but then my brain would probably explode. Moral of the story is "Wait, Wasn't I enlightened with this knowledge like 2 months ago? hmmmm guess i missed the memo"


news for May 26th>

AAAaaa great weekend come and gone, but not to worry because the eternal weekend that is summer is only 2 weeks away. Yesterday I went to work and everybody is sitting outside in the sun doing nothing, so I went and clocked in and came out and started catching a tan with everybody. Then some kid who used to work at Quizno's before it closed comes by to see what's going on and said that he missed working there. I gave him my uniform and told him to go reminisce. Two and a half hours later I got up, took my uniform back and clocked out and that was my day at work. I did absolutely nothing while someone worked for me for free. Well the real story of the day is that RVD's Fourth Stall Forum has been changed and is now looking HOT. Yeah, you have to take a whole 2 minutes to register now, but who cares. You're fat, you need the exercise. Anyways, check it out here or click the forum button. Moral of the story is "Bob Marley is the patron saint of summer"


news for May 25th>

Good times so far this weekend. Oh yeah, in math my teacher mrs. finseth said the grossest thing. She was like "today we're going to study the logs we did last week". I went "GROSS!" really loud but no one except me caught it, and i wished i was dead. Well, baseball is over so i plan on doing some work on the site, like throwing up the pimpin Flash cartoon I made called Beaver Wars. It's about nazi's taking over st. agnes, then a beaver with a golf club and a stick figure with twin glocks come in and kick some nazi ass. Based on a true story. Then there's the matter of a brand new kick ass forum set up for me by Andy Forsberg himself that should be a most definite improval over bravenet AKA gaynet. Moral of the story is "play that funky music white boy"


news for May 20th>

Man, tomorrow is a big day. I get my classes for EHS tomorrow and complete the final steps of going to a different school. I never thought I'd say it, but I'm gonna miss Agnes and all of my friends that made it a good 10 years. Maybe if EHS isn't quite what I expected, i'll be back in the halls of agnes for graduation. Anywho, I just wanted to pop on to ask anyone who reads my site and has AIM and doesn't talk to me on it to please IM me at INFIsadnessNITE or email me to_live_forever@hotmail.com. You get to read all this shizt about me, now it's time for me to get to hate you. This entry was not funny at all. It wasn't intended to be funny actually, so if you laughed at anything, you were either mocking me or you're an idiot. In either case i recommend beating yourself to death with an over-ripe cantelope. Moral of the story is "My taste in women is wierd, but not as wierd as gay people's taste in men. I mean, they like men. That's wierd"


news for May 18th>

It has recently come to my attention that almost everyone who i come in contact with each day is an utter moron. Instead of cursing the human race, i sprung into action to remedy the problem. Look for these new self-help books by RVD at bookstores soon.

Women's guide to being a good driver: With a little help, you can be the first.
Chicago is not a country and 100 other answered misconceptions of rap fans.
That giant spoiler doesn't make your car fast: A book for every Honda owner.
Clothes for dummies : a punk rocker's guide to getting dressed.

Work was hit by another asshole today, and this time, i didn't put with his shiznit.

Me: You want that on white or wheat?
Guy: I can't hear you why dont you go get someone who can speak
Me: get out
Guy: what?
Me: get out of my store, I'm not making shit for you
Guy: fine i didn't want a damn sandwich anyways

Moral of the story is "I hate work and i hate all of you. I ain't never comin back NEVER"


news for May 16th>

It's been a while since i bitched about something, so here goes. punk rock. I'm not bitching about the music, everyone can like what they will. I hate the people. Is it so hard to not wear your goddamn good charlotte apparel 24 hours a day? On my way home today i was behind a car with a giant sum 41 poster taped to the back of their car. I looked inside and there was the typical fat bastard punk rocker decked out in his finest Hot Topic wear. just cut it out, you're not "underground", your souls aren't full of angst. The only problem you have is that you like punk music. oooh had to get that zinger in there. what the hell is angst anyways? all i know is it sucks, and so do punk rockers. Damn i make a persuasive argument. Moral of the story is "you don't have problems, shut the hell up"


news for May 12th>

Quick story before I crash and listen to music for the night. A kid I know that I'll call Mincy, cuz i don't know if he wants me to use his name, makes bongs and pipes out in the back of his work at big apple bagels. One day, the area supervisor comes by to check on the store and he goes out back and there's Mincy with a blow torch and these giant plastic safety goggles and gloves with a bong in his hand. The supervisor just looks at him and then turns around at goes back in. Moral of the story is "The drawings are good, but the characters are lame. THE CHARACTERS ARE LAME, I WISH I WAS DEAD!"


news for May 10th>

Tonight was prom night. To me, prom is big puntang casino. Everyone there just gambled about 100 bucks on a girl hoping their gamble will pay off and they will get some poon. Just like in real life, a small percentage of them will win, and the others have wasted their money. I chose not to gamble this year and stayed home. Everyone who went and is reading this is saying "No, we just went as friends". Don't lie, you're only saying that because you lost all your money on the puntang slots. If you still disagree with me, then you can go to hell. click here to go to hell. Moral of the story is "Nascar is gay"


news for May 8th>

My parents grounded me for getting an F in math for my midterm. Granted it was a 29%, but 2 weeks is ridiculous. That's why i'm going covert ops and to write this. Speaking of jerks, mrs. Bartholomew my english teacher is probably the biggest jerk of them all. At least she didn't get mad when I responded to her question "what is a beefeater?" with "a gay guy". Wow I have some incredibly dumb people in my school. Somebody asked my history teacher Mr. Head how big the city of Berlin is. He responded that it was a large city with about 8 or 9 million people. Then this stupid ass girl asks him "sooo, is that bigger or smaller than st. paul?". How dumb do you have to be to not know that? it's beyond my comprehension, especially since she's lived in St. Paul all her life. Moral of the story is "at least the wild won tonight"


news for May 4th>

While I won't miss St. Agnes next year, i will miss how easy it is to skip classes. After pulling a couple stunts including self-appointing myself a stage crew member for the play and convincing my teachers i have a job at the school fixing computers in the junior high lab during 4th and 5th hour, I've had plenty of time to play the junior high kids in red baron's dog fight. We play multi-player and every time you die you enter a new name so everyone's yelling out and trying to find out who the other players are which makes for some funny lines like "who's 'suck a cock'" "that's me" "what i thought you were 'penis ass'?" "no that's hans" "what? i'm not penis ass, I'm 'Deacon has a small wang'". Junior high kids are tight. Mitch was on the phone with a telemarketer and if i remember correctly this is how it went. It's funny:

Mitch: hello?
TM: hello sir, are you aware that you've been selected from a ton of people to win our contest?
Mitch: ME!? REALLY!?
TM: yes you. it's being run through 106.1 FM
Mitch: 106.1!!!
TM: yeah have you listened to it then?
Mitch: NO!
TM: Well you've been selected to win a prize of 4,000 dollars.
Mitch 4000 DOLLARS!? WE'LL LIVE LIKE KINGS!!!!!
*click*

Moral of the story is "Money isn't over-rated, but working for it is"


news for April 29th>

I remembered the third story, it was also a gay thing said. Mitch was talking about the first time he and I had gone driving his manual car to steve and he messed up and the car just started shaking back and forth from a stop sign out into oncoming traffic and he was like "yeah i remember the first time i pulled out my stick...damn it". My bro comes home tomorrow, safe travels brah, see you on saturday night. Moral of the story is "finding stuff you thought you lost is sweet"


news for April 27th>

It's been a while since i updated so i have plenty of grade A material here. First off, Steve decided to throw his hat in the ring in the competition of gayest things ever said with this queer quote while watching the wild game: "I just want to see two guys go at it". yikes steve. The next was at my baseball game when the opposing team's coach came over to tell us about the changes in his roster and said "Long for Johnson, Long, Johnson, Long, Johnson ok?" The third is when i forgot what the other story was so we all had a big laugh about it. Moral of the story is "all sports should be intramurals, then you wouldn't have to deal with try-too-hards and washed up jock coaches"


news for April 23rd>

Junk Mail subject line best of's

watch miniature dwarves toss salad
i'm so fat it's gross
turn your iguana into a dragon!!
she'll scream when you pull it out
are you the cock master?

moral of the story is "what sick monkey reads it and is like "miniature dwarves! sweet!" or "yes! i am the cock master!" and clicks them?"


news for April 22nd>

I'm really tired and don't feel like saying much. The above picture pertains to a story of mitch and I running across a softball field during the middle of an inning while the ball was in play. wait, that is the story. anyways i just wanted to share with you an instruction from a speaker hanging kit i'm setting up. "Step 3: mounting the ball shaft". ha ha doesn't get any better than that. moral of the story is "the karate kid movies are a forgotten legend in movie history"


news for April 21st>

Happy Easter to all. Good Ol' luis emailed me again with a random incoherent butchering of the english language. Here are three sentences i laughed my arse off at:

"Ryan, you and girlfriend ok? I have girlfriend here in house of guatemala and she have big boobs so good. Summer is over and I have the school again. The school is ok because i have the girlfriend big boobs so good!!"

haha he would be my best friend if I had never met him. Moral of the story is "i have the girlfriend big boobs so good!!"


news for April 17th>

"One day I will kill my father and bury him in the back yard and plant a magnolia tree on top of his dead, rotting corpse, because my grandmother loved those, and the bitch will miss him and ask if I've seen him and I'll tell her that I burned him and sprinkled his ashes on her food and she ate him so now he'll be inside her forever, and that's her misfortune. And I hope she vomits to hear it". That's an actual quote from a journal i had the misfortune to stumble upon. I hate people, your life isn't that bad just cut it out and look around you, the world is a great place and if you want life to suck than you can make it suck i don't care, but i'm gonna be having a hell of a good time while i'm here and you're going to be on your computer moaning away you nasty cunt. That's a lesson for all of you who dwell on bad things in life. the lesson will be a moral of the story for today "life is what you make out of it, don't make a shit casserole". I'm a philosopher now.


news for April 15th>

Here's some classic quotes from work:

melissa (my hot manager) asking me when the store is going to pick up busniness:
Melissa: when are we gonna get busy?
Me: whenever you want hehe
Melissa: what?
Me: nothin

Paul arguing with melissa
Paul: why are you putting shit in my mouth?
Me: gross
Paul: shut up ryan

Me, Dee, and Paul talking about the best way to pour dressing bottles
Me: take the cap off
Dee: take the jack off?
(customer walks in) Paul: jack off?
customer: whoah!

moral of the story is "there was never a funny story that ended with i guess you had to be there"


news for April 13th>

So I was sitting at work today thinking "remember when I had that one website that I did? wasn't that the coolest? whatever happened to that? then i remembered that RVD's Bathroom Reader still existed and that I should probably update before barrett's thinking hut takes over. Anyways on to funny stories. We were at baseball practice and it was already running 15 minutes late when my gay coach decides to waste our time by going up to take batting practice. After about 10 minutes of him showing off to us I got so pissed I yelled at him from right field "STOP WASTING OUR TIME WE WANT TO GO HOME". Then he stopped, but I've been averaging 1.1 innings a game playing time so I guess I was the real loser in that case. Moral of the story is "SNL is not funny"


news for April 02nd>

Nothing worth talking about at all has happened the last week due to extreme boredom caused by work and baseball so i wrote this song. If you don't like it, screw you.

if i could be a superhero i would be i would be iraqui killing dude
i'd bomb their whole country and screw leaving them food
nor would i care if civilians got hurt
cuz they'd rather be dead than keep eating dirt
I'd bomb them and shoot them and then i would gloat
"your dead now iraquis no more raping your goats"
and after i was done with those animal molesters
i'd bomb the hell out of the anti war protesters

Moral of the story is "i love not being politically correct"


news for March 30th>

I remember around thanksgiving when my brother's roommate fox was over and we went to home depot. While we were waiting for my brother to return we walked around and went right up to people and talked like we were murderers trying to get rid of of a body with the products around us.

(in refigerator section)
Fox: well ryan what do you think about this one? it's cold enough to keep the body from smelling.
Me: Remember fox this is a 260 pound guy we're dealing with here, even if we did decapitate him i dont know if we could get all his parts into this little fridge.
Fox: well didn't we see a blender back there? we could just put all his limbs and put what's left into there and then freeze him in the freezer.
Me: Okay, let's go look at knives to cut his arms off with.

Spwooo we are some funny cats. moral of the story is "if you had told me there were delicious triscuit crackers maybe i could have enjoyed them with you"


news for March 27th>

Today I was sitting in history class with a delicious piece of pizza weighing the pro's and cons of either throwing it across the room while mr. head was not in the class or eating it. After much deliberation i decided throwing it would be the funniest thing to do so i reached for the pizza but it was gone, I had eaten it and it was delicious. Moral of the story is "midvale high football rules!"


news for March 26th>

Well today sucked. Me and bolin tried to cheat running in baseball and right as we're going out the back door shortcut mr wood walks by and sends us around, so we go around but cut thru the parking lot and of course, there's mr. wood again. So at the end of practice coach larson goes off on a yelling spree saying "we're letting the whole team down" and that he's "sick of our shit" to the whole team and we have to run push boards, which suck some serious balls. It's a good thing he didnt specifically identify who cheated or else my ass would have been a chinese restaurant and they all would have ordered the poo poo platter. I don't know about that one ryan. At least my secret that I was the cheater is safe, at least until some moron goes and publishes it on a web site for everyone to see or something. OOO if i ever catch who does that...Moral of the story is "What do you do if your fire extinguisher catches on fire?"


news for March 25th>

What's this? updating twice in a row? oh snaps! The topic of today is summer. Mitch and I have been discussing what we're going to do this summer and we may have come up with the best idea ever : the zoo. Think about it, there's all these different tight animals everywhere, these monkeys running around with their big shaved red asses. okay forget those monkeys, but the zoo is the tightest place ever. Just pack a big lunch and make a day out of it. personally I can't wait. Moral of the story is "of all the places not to have any hair, it had to be right there on their buhdoonkadoonk"


news for March 24th>

Gayest line of the day : "I feel raped by my alarm clock every morning" by luke schifsky
Best line of the day : "maybe that's cuz it's up your ass" by me
moral of the story is "sausages"


news for March 22nd>

Sorry about not updating. I'll update at least 5 times a week from here on out. Today I began my first day of work at Quizno's (again). Nothing happened at all except when i tilted a bottle upside down to see if there was any more ranch dressing in it and a whole wad splatted right on my face. Then everyone was laughing at me and this A-hole district manager comes over and starts yelling at me for "wasting resources". I'll waste his resources. Moral of the story is "working sucks, everyone should just give me money. We'll call it a tax to the king of cool. anyone? *puts head down*""


news for March 17th>



moral of the story is "this is just ridiculous"


news for March 16th>

The Music / Coldplay concert was beast. We got Adam the guitarist for The Music to awknowledge us. However, Note to self : never go to soft rock concert with average audience of 30 years old again. While we jumped around and went nuts these balding fagets just stood there and bobbed there heads and stroked their beards. If you want to do that stand in your living room and put on the cd morons. They ruined it for me. I hate people. Other than hating people, I've been making some sweet vids with el homies de eagan. check them out. moral of the story is "I like this, this,...60 degrees"


news for March 12th>

Just a quick update to let everyone know that my comment of "give me some money and i'll make your weekend extra special" is no longer the gayest thing ever said. This is quite out of context but nevertheless is the gayest thing ever said. And I quote from mitch "if you want some puntang we can do it this saturday". You're probably wondering where in the world did he get that from? keep wondering. Moral of the story is "it's nice not being the one who said the gayest thing ever any more"


news for March 10th>

Today I accidentally stepped on a snail on the sidewalk in front of our house. And I thought, I too am like that snail. I build a defensive wall around myself, a "shell" if you will. But my shell isn't made out of a hard, protective substance. Mine is made out of tinfoil and paper bags.


news for March 07th>

Looks like i'm on my way to another sweet weekend. Yesterday i went to vasquez's concert and it was too dope. I lost my shoe in the mosh pit about 3 times and got knocked down by a 5'2 kid while managing to stay up when 6'6 rick was in there. Not to let david have all the fame of best guitarist i've ever seen, i recorded another video of me playing. You can see my attempt at a shortened version of The Music's "take the long road and walk it" here. Other than that I've just been nerding it up playing half life over a satelite linkage of 20 megabits per server bit rate hard drive. Therefore I leave you with some funny names I've seen kids have, none of which are as tight as mine "killing in the name of". Here they are "Imbobsagetplzkillme" "rumple foreskin" and "ushotmebuturstillgay" Moral of the story is "i guess you could say it's time for winter to be over?"


news for March 05th>

I guess you could say i haven't updated because tripod is homo? Ive been asked by a few people what that picture I drew is of. We had this religious nut bag speaker at school and he was throwing balls around and wearing a jedi knight outfit. I seriously thought he was going to whip out a light saber and start kicking ass, but that would be too exciting. As it was, it was the gayest thing ever. I knew it was over after he made everyone sing the jeapordy song and took out a big bag of generic candy to give away. I was like "wow, I just sat on these hard bleachers for an hour and a half watching him throw a ball like an 8 year old girl and our class got 6 pieces of no name candy to divide among 80 people for it, I'm sure glad I wasted half my day for that". In other news, eagan did not attend a gay speech. moving on, mr. smisek said possibly the two funniest words in succession and I was the only one who laughed. He looks around for a second and then says "Homo Erectus". I almost died laughing and people thought I was crazy. I feel like I'm taking CRAZY PILLS. Moral of the story is "the characters are lame i wish i was dead!"


news for March 02nd>

My priest at church was struggling so bad during the homily today it was hilarious. His classic line of the day was "our lives are like patching a blanket, you take the blanket and patch it." What? Yikes! I think i'll model my life around that advice. Here's another sure sign that it's time to leave Agnes. Three of my friends went out of school during 5th hour, went to the parking lot, and one of them took a poop on this one nasty skank's car while the other two watched. It was'nt just like a little poo either. It was an entire crap loaf, he just squatted right on the windshield laid a gigantic turd right on it. Then they spread it around with a piece of paper. I have to admit it was pretty funny, but still. Moral of the story is "You and I are gonna live forever".


news for February 26th>

Maybe I'm just intolerable, but people have just become ignorant. I got told to go screw myself for not listening to the 50 cent cd before, called dirty for not caring about a pair of tennis shoes, and told me and gus should marry each other because we like rock music. I feel like I can't open my mouth anymore without someone dissing me for my opinions which are by the way, better than yours. I can say that because it's my site. I take solace in the fact that all these people I hate are complete morons who get straight D's on their report cards and will be working dead end jobs just like their parents before them. Then they'll marry a skank, leave them and live the rest of their lives in a shanty paying child support. They know it too. I say I'm doing pretty well right now anyways and will be paying your welfare in 10 years so you better be nice to me. Hell, i'm probably paying your parent's welfare check right now too. Moral of the story "I think the most intelectually stimulating conversation i had today at school had something to do with rim jobs and donkey punches"


news for February 24th>

I was cooking some sweet bacon today and I left for seriously 2 minutes, came back and my entire kitchen was engulfed in smoke. I almost suffocated making my way in through the smoke to take the pan off the stove. Miraculously, the bacon survived and lived to be quite tasty. I'll just leave the cooking to my wife I'll just say "biatch you better make me some pancakes" and she'll do it or i'll take my belt off. Just kidding ladies. Anyways I have to complain about something now. It seems at my school you cannot have a good time without weed involved. Every time i ask "what did you do this weekend" there comes a reply with something like "It was awesome cuz i smoked a bunch of weed! what did you do?" then I say something like "oh it was cool, I went to a basketball game, hung out and threw stuff at cars." Then when they ask if i smoked or drank and I say no they act like my weeekend was crappy and that I have no life. Well let's see on saturday night you were lord knows where stumbling around like a moron while I was chilling in my room listening to music under a disco ball as relaxed as a man can be and loving life and I'm the loser? I hate these people. Two more days. moral of the story is "i don't usually like to express musical opinions on my site, but zwan rules"


news for February 23rd>

500 tissues and 26 episodes of spongebob squarepants later I think I'm finally over my sickness. I was pretty messed up though. I was sitting half conscious watching tv when the phone rang. I put the tv remote up to my ear and was like hello? Oh boy. Well I have a whole weeks worth of homework to catch up on so I have to keep this short. Moral of the story is "Bunions". words to live by.


news for February 19th

When I was a child I caught a fever. My hands they felt just like two ballooons. I think that great tune by pink floyd sums up my last 2 days. I have been so sick. On tuesday this nasty freshman girl was walking by me and romie and romie turns to her and he's like "uh your skirt is kinda short and it is gross" and she kept walking so I turned around and yelled at her "and you ARE ugly as hell so you DO need to pull it down". I hate skanks man, especially when they are ugly skanks. If I were them, I would know I was ugly and go about my life waiting for some other disguisting looking male to find me, I wouldn't be walking around showing off what i didn't have. Man I'm so sick right now I don't even know what I'm talking about. Moral of the story is "being sick sucks but not as much as school."


news for February 16th

I remember that fateful day when Coach took me aside. I knew what was coming. "You don't have to tell me," I said. "I'm off the team, aren't I?" "Well," said Coach, "you never were really on the team. You made that uniform you're wearing out of rags and towels, and your helmet is a toy space helmet. You show up at practice and then either steal the ball and make us chase you to get it back, or you try to tackle people at inappropriate times." It was all true what he was saying. And yet, I thought, something is brewing inside the head of this Coach. He sees something in me, some kind of raw talent that he can mold. But that's when I felt the handcuffs go on.


news for February 14th

SOoooooo have I got a little story for you. Pearl jam anyone? a while back gus got called to the counselor cuz he was getting straight F's the conversation went like this. Gus, can i ask you something? what kind of music do you listen to? "Rock music" . Yes you see gus that's the problem right there. Rock music. If you want better grades stop listening to rock music and start going to church more often.
What kind of hippy church bullisht is that. Rock music and church have nothing to do with grades you idiot. Give him some real advice not from the depths of your anus. Then today I saw that they had given the teachers a handbook on how to spot someone who is high or drunk. On the sheet it said "listens to the following groups : jimi hendricks, bob marly and the greatful dead". Well for one thing listening to GOOD music does not make you a pothead and another thing, I found it amazing that they misspelled every one of their names. At least they proved that they are in tune with the times. I hate them. I hate them all. moral of the story is "Look everybody i listen to jimi hendrICKS, I'm a pothead now"


news for February 13th

Yeah i didnt get those pictures up cuz i fell asleep forever last night. I proved my theory that everyone in my math class is so intent on learning that they don't know what's going on around them. Today me and matt bolin took this goo that you make farting noises with and started making super loud farting noises with them and no one even looked. We thought they might be embarassed thinking it was actually real so we stood up and started doing it in plain view and again not even mrs. finseth did anything. There we were, in the middle of class standing up going "FRAAAP PPPPTTTTH" and no one looked. I think matt summed it up when he said "what is wrong with these people?". Well the date has been set boys and girls. February 26th could possibly be the day I know if I go to eagan. I can't wait to get out and be like screw you guys, i'm going home. moral of the story is "screw you guys, i'm going home".


news for February 12th

Mrs finseth is such a nerd. She was telling me how her kids wanted to find out what their presents were before christmas, so she had them take out rulers and work out the math problem to find out the mass of the presents. I wanted to say something so bad but she's really nice so i didn't. I saw two cats going at it from the window in the english room. It was funny cuz the one on the bottom was just walking around and the other one was bouncing forward on his hind two legs. It looked like they were playing wheelbarrow, but of course, they weren't. Well at the request of a certain impatient someone I'm going to put the rest of my pictures up. I believe there are a whole 3 maybe four of them. I'll finish the notebook pages. I'll post here when they are all done so unless you see at the top of the page section that they are done, they aren't. Moral of the story is "Screw lofty goals, my goal is making it to 2:50 every day"


news for February 10th

School is a drag lately and I've given up on rebelling, aside from the occasional paper towel unravel all over the lunchroom or dumping the trash all over on the floor of the lunchroom on my way to math, so I have nothing funny to write. I'm going to do a thinking piece today. Nerds. My school is crawling with them. Aside from a few people, my math class is so focused on the overhead everyday that i could put a sausage between my legs stand up on my desk wave it around yelling "DING DONG, DING DONG" and no one would even look at me. Why try? They're all going to end up going to ST. thomas or some other mediocre school and getting a mediocre job anyways. Why not NOT do your homework, take up a hobby and enjoy yourself. This "you'll be glad you tried in 20 years" theory is bull. In 20 years you'll wish that you had lived life to its fullest when you had the chance, and that chance is high school. I also hate losers who take this too far and just drink and smoke their high school years away. They will hate themselves 20 years from now, or so I like to think. Heed my advice, I'm always right. moral of the story is "I do believe I have found the perfect lifestyle"


news for February 08th

We had an assembly on friday, and it was the gayest thing ever. Our cheerleaders suck so bad, after they did a terrible dance that the Tin-man could've looked better doing I yelled "that sucked! I wanna go home!" Yup it's saturday night and another glorious st. agnes dance is here, when I walk in the door thinking there's going to be 300 people in there and every time i turn the corner there's 30 white girls in a humongous gym dancing like someone just sent 20000 volts of electricity through them. Then I leave. Maybe this time will be different. Nope. moral of the story is "white people can't dance"


news for February 06th

White kids in doo rags, or doo fags as i like to call them, people in pink socks with pink bandanas and shirts, my school is not only homo, but inhabited by them as well. That is why saturday is the day of truth. I will be showing my parents the presentation i made on why I should go to eagan and they'll decide from there. Well it's a pretty good, day and i'm looking forward to tomorrow so peace out and have a fun weekend. moral of the story is "St. Agnes dances suck so bad there's always like 40 people there"


news for February 05th

So i'm repelling down ramsey hill when i slip, and i mean i'm about to die, hot bread Z! then I realized, ryan haven't you been smoking peote for 6 straight days? and couldn't some of this be in your head? and? and it wasn't , i wacked into a parked car on the side of the street and now have to get a job to pay for the damage and pay the insurance hike too. This day sucked too bad for me to care about writing. Moral of the story is "if there was any doubt that I might not leave st. agnes next year, it was all erased today. And I promise you now, there is no way in the world that I will be coming back next year. That is a promise."


news for February 04th

Has anyone else noticed that my status bar hasn't moved in like a week? cuz i sure have, and what do I plan to do about it? nothing, i just stuck a picture in there instead that i call "fox's pimp hand". It's an abstract painting intended to bring out the feelings of the fruits of a mack daddy's labor as he coverts around with his women. Anyways, another terrible day at st. agnes looking at a bunch of wiggers in sean john and upside down and sideways visors. I gotta say allen halverson in his tight lime green sweatpants and 10 sizes too big wild jersey took the cake on bad outfits today. There's this kid at Eagan, i know some kids from eagan read this site so I don't want to put this kid's name out there, but this kid only as one ball. I guess you could say he's a monoball? no? you don't have to. anyways here's some of the best rips on this kid we have had. to protect his identity we'll call him steven fuerch.

Man this place sucks balls, or in steven fuerch's case, this place sucks ball.
(me pointing to a candy bar) haha it's called "wonder ball". Steven Feurch has one of those. and only one.
I was just tossing the ball around out here. That's what steven feurch said too.

good times. moral of the story is "having the ole ace in the pants must suck ball"


news for February 03rd

Well, it was a dress up day today at school, and that means hideous outfits. I will attempt to translate the outfit to the personality. I saw girls wearing ties, translation: "I'm not Avril lavigne, but I am stupid and impressionable!", boys with ties around their heads translation; "I can't look nice for a second, watch as I prove it by looking like an idiot" and finally girl wearing full length pants with a skirt attached to the top. Translation: "I'm not even trying". At the request of a certain mr. andrew J. Studer I made a vid of me playing el guitar. As long as I have to put it on for him, I thought I would just throw a link up in case any one else is interested. My sister was too lazy to re-record after I messed up a little so it's not perfect, but oh well, i'm not used to playing while standing anyways. check my guitar playing out. I'm flat out of crap to say. moral of the story is "I live for this man!"


news for February 02nd

Sorry for anyone who couldn't get into my site/forum yesterday. That's what happens when you are a cheap piece of crap like me and go with the free websites. Everything should be up now so keep hitting up my forum cuz i like going in there and lauging at people. I guess you could say that the funniest thing ever was said today. I must protect the person's identity who said it, but he/she was talking about how they are going to steal something and in order to get away with it they would have to take the thing into the bathroom, get the object out of the box, and leave the store. Here's what he/she said "I'm going to go into the bathroom, take it out, and jack it". haha oh man that's classic. Well i'm wasting precious guitar time right now and our band starts in like 2 months now that mitch can't buy his bass for a while. Oh well, more time for practice and writing songs. He opened up to me like I was barbara walters "doctor says I need a backiatomy" "I live for this man! Get away from me biatch!". moral of the story is " I never realized how funny half baked is".


news for February 1st

what up its mitch and im updating right now because ryan is lazy. im working right now, im working, oh im sorry, did my pin get in the way of your ass? do me a favor and lose 5 pounds immediately or get out of my building right now. haha i just typed an update like 5 minutes ago that sucked so much ass that im starting all over now. it was about these kids making sheep noises and weiners and none of it was funny at all. everybody should look at my drawing of if only i had an identical robot to go to school for me, its the mad notes. ok heres ryan again because i suck so bad. This is Ryan. I'd just like to say to mitch...cool story hansel. Anyways we were in history and charise's group made this "invention" of this ball that you would throw down and it would release fumes and make people happy that were before pissing you off. Mr head was like I gotta get me some of those for my class and it was really quiet so I said "Or you could just smoke some weed!" and everyone laughed but he just said, yeah i would need like 3 or 4 of them the way this class is and I said to him "or you could just buy a dime sack or two of weed" and everyone laughed again but he still didn't say anything. I guess that's why his name is mr....HEAD. (puts head down and shakes it). Moral of the story is "my weekend is going so good right now"


news for January 29th

I am on a quest right now. This quest has many hardships and obstacles in the way but I feel with enough work and effort I will be victorious. I am on a quest...to go to eagan high school. You know when someone hands you a bag with pubes in at lunch that it's time to get the heck out as fast as you can, and I intend to do just that. Or maybe it's just me and the fact I can't stand people in general. I'm coming home from school today and some guy parks in the middle of the road and doesnt seem to care when i blast my horn at him when he just walks right in to the YMCA like he hadn't just blocked off an entire street. I had to wait for like 3 minutes for no cars to come and then go around him. I hate people. You're a person, do I hate you? probably. Moral of the story is, of course, "I hate people"


news for January 28th

This story is no match for my "the nozzle is too big" story, but it is good, so I shall share. Mitch and I were going to guitar center and he needed gas, so he pulls up to the gas pump on the wrong side, drives all the way around a parking lot to get turned around, passes the pump on the correct side for pumping, then proceeds to go to a different set of pumps. He then stops and realizes that he once again stopped on the wrong side and had to turn around again and go back to the exact same pump he had just driven by. At least he knew which nozzle to use. To see my illustration of this great journey click here. Ever have one of those days where you seem busy all the time but when you finally hit the sack (and i'm talking about a bed, pervert) you realize you've done nothing? I think my life is one of those days. The only thing I can think that i've accomplished is learning guitar, and making this site. At least the Fourth Stall Forum kicks ass. If you haven't wandered in I think it's time. Oh yeah, and if you havent checked out my notebook pages then I suggest you do too. Moral of the story is "It's time for summer"


news for January 26th

Super bowl sunday and you know what that means! tons of gay stuff said by announcers! Let's see if you caught these that i wrote down as i was watching the game

we are beating ourselves - coach callahan
gannon puts it in the middle, it's very short - Madden
if this were a fight, tampa bay would be getting a lot of blows - Madden

Well I hung out with a lot of eagan people this weekend and I realized that I either have to go to eagan next year, or not go to any school at all and just homeschool. So either way, i'm never going back to st. agnes again. I can't go back, it's terrible. Anyways, everybody pray for a snow day tomorrow since st fagnes won't give us a day off after finals like everybody else. Moral of the story is "that reebok commercial when the guy went around and tackled everybdoy in their offices was the funniest commercial ever"


news for January 23rd

Finals are sweet. I dont care if I am taking the biggest test of the year, I'll take it any day as long as I can go home at 11. The worst was when mrs finseth gave me my math final and it was the exact same thing as the test I had failed last week. The best was when she found out it was the wrong test and gave me my real one. The absolute worst was that the new one was even harder. Well I leave you all with a quote I said when steven kelly walked by with his pants chafing his nipples: "whooa! yikes! nice pants buddy!" Oh yeah and my notebook page is 90% complete. click on school or click here. Just stay away from these 3 pictures - 1) if mitch ruled the world 2)chillen on a sat. afternoon 3)Freddy Got Fingered Shrine until 10 p.m. tonight when they will be up. Moral of the story is "why does dominick decker have all these friends when he's seriously the fruitiest guy i've ever seen"


news for January 21st

Well it's 10 p.m. I just woke up from a 5 hour sleep, and I have 2 finals tomorrow. I guess you could say Iiiiii'm screwed? Anyways, I saw this girl I don't like much wearing a gay sweatshirt that said "Pure Playaz" on it. I was walking behind her so I held up my hand like I was recording something and I said "note to self-do NOT buy Pure Playaz sweatshirt". She got so pissed by this and started yelling at me while I just stared and when she was done with her tirade I held my hand up again and said "note to self-Pure Playaz is for fags, repeat, do NOT buy Pure Playaz sweatshirt." I seriously got like 100 people visiting today for no apparent reason, it's getting out of hand. It's like I can't even walk down the street anymore without people stopping and pointing and saying "hey there's that kid from RVD's bathroom reader" and asking for autographs. I don't know if I can handle the fame. Moral of the story is "finals are hella weak"


news for January 20th

Let me tell ya'll what it's like, bein male middle class and white. today sucked balls except my forum is kicking it. check it out here. well it's finals week so I don't expect much on the funny meter. What funny meter ryan? crap. Pictures page will be up tomorrow, and I started putting up the notebook pages but that's not complete so bear with me. I mean, ya'll dont' know what it's like bein male middle class and white. Moral of the story is "Martin luther king's a good guy".


news for January 19th

here's the dealio yo, Ive been working like a crazy mofo on getting everything I said on this site, but it takes forever, plus i've run into some problems. So i put a hella gay status bar up there that screams "ryan has nothing better to do than make gay status bars". Moving on. I went to the gas station to get gas...as most people do, and I drove up to the thing on the wrong side and got out and started searching that side of the car for the hole where the gas goes in and it wasn't there. These two ladies started laughing at me, so i got back in my car and turned around trying to salvage my pride, which almost worked until i saw two pumps and one said diesel and the other said premium and I didn't know which to put in and these ladies were waiting to have a laugh at my expense when I messed up. I tried to put the premium one in and the nozzle was too big and again the ladies started laughing. Realizing that any attempt at maintaining my dignity had long ago been lost, I yelled to them even though they were 5 feet away "IT SEEMS THAT THE NOZZLE IS TOO BIG". They stopped laughing. "I HAVE A PENIS". they said nothing. then I got in my car and drove away yelling out my window at them "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" until I realized I had left my gas thing open on my car and the plug on top of my car. I had to park and get out and put the plug, which was thankfully still on top of the car, back in. The ladies laughed again. ooooooh you may have won this time you hags, but...crap i'm an idiot. Moral of the story is "I have trouble with pumping gas"


news for January 17th

well mitch got a good taste of st. agnes when he came to school with me today. Right as we pulled up I said to him "welcome to the third world country of schools" then we got out of the car, looked to our right and 2 cop cars had just pulled up really fast and like 6 cops with guns drawn run into the house for a drug bust and I was like "oooooh boy, it's going to be a long day". For the first 3 hours of the day he didn't seem to be enjoying it too much, citing that "it was gross" and "the people here suck". I was compelled to agree with him. Then he realized that basically nobody at the school cares about anything and we skipped 4th hour to go play the acoustic in the choir room. After going to a school where a kid who broke a pop machine was caught by 6 different hidden cameras doing it, it's good to be able to roam the halls unwatched I guess. yeah well we'll see how that goes. I drove over a 5 foot long grass median with my car today too. oh yeah, tomorrow will be my dia de rvd's bathroom reader, i'm going to add 10 more pictures, make a new section called rvd's notebook pages, and add a forum so you can quote zoolander in an environment that knows what the heck you're talking about so check back and be amazed. moral of the story is "if you broke your foot during school on a friday afternoon like zappa did, why would you come back to school later that day...like zappa did"


news for January 16th

Oh boy, mitch is visiting agnes tomorrow. I swear it better not be one of those "gay days" that we have every now and then, when my table gets blasted with skittles for no reason and then the entire lunch starts yelling "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" in unison for the sole reason of pissing me off even more that I attend school there. Seriously though, if mitch decides to go to st. agnes would be the only thing saving me from boredom right now seeing as in 7 days I will be sitting at lunch alone as my two best friends have been expelled/are leaving on their own free will. Grope as I may, I've had a good week, culminating when a burst of spontaniety caused me to grab a broom from the lunch room and proceed to throw it as hard as I could at a trash can knocking it and about 100 pounds of crap on the floor. The best part was when I saw that mrs. dopp had to clean it all up during our lunch period. They probly figured she's dirty enough in her daily sweatsuits and jogger pants. I hate her. moral of the story is "on the 8th day, God saw rvd's bathroom reader, and he was pleased"


news for January 15th

Abomination. Injustice. Gay. All these words describe what happened at school today. Probably my best friend at school got EXPELLED today for lighting a smoke bomb in a bathroom. 2 weeks ago 2 kids got caught red handed smoking weed in the locker room and they were not even suspended, and a stupid smoke bomb gets him expelled? there's something wrong here. The only other musician in the school is gone. School could not get gayer. Wait yes it could, when my other best friend Billiam leaves right after finals citing "I can't stand this school anymore, I'm out". Now mitch is going to read this and be like damn dude, your school is hella queer, i'm not going and then I'll be stuck there. On a lighter note, rick and I had some good jokes at guitar center. "haha look at that rick, it says get your johnson here" "haha that's quite a package, I didn't know they sold my johnson here" "yeah I've tried to purchase it but your johnson comes with a hefty price tag". Then there was a crazy guy inside guitar center with a black reciept paper and an empty best buy bag yelling "Best buy sold me nothing! Best Buy sold me nothing!" moral of the story is "st agnes got the ol shovel out to dig deeper the hole I'm in"


news for January 13th

I was at my old friend mike may's house on saturday, and we were sitting there eating and I looked at his fridge and their was a magnet that said "Look what mike did today" and underneath it was a picture of Father Clarke. spwoooooo. For those of you who dont know who Father clarke is, he's this priest/teacher I had in freshman year and he supposedly got caught with a male prostitute, but I don't believe it. Anyways here's a story for you then I have to bounce because study hall is almost done. Luke and Mitch were at the "Y" playing basketball and this kid is boxing out luke really hard and backing into him and luke turns and says to mitch "I swear, that kid is trying to get his A$S, on my penis". Hilarious. Moral of the story is "I find it gross that 4 gay village people guys sang about hanging out with boys at the YMCA"


news for January 9th

Hello my treacherous friends. I have decided that it is about time to commit myself if I can't find someway to beat the rap of school. I get so bored that I slip into what I call a "boredom coma" and during that time I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. Today during math I slipped into a coma and awoke when i found myself making this sound with my lips : ppppttthhhpppppppttttthhhh really loudly and everyone looking at me. I was extremely embarassed. Then after the embarassment wore down I slipped back in and awoke and looked down at my paper and their was a crudely drawn stick figure on my paper and he was saying "I was drawn out of extreme boredom" and I didn't remember drawing him at all. Well I think i've beaten the school sucks theme into the ground so I'm gonna tell a quick story and get out of here. Mitch and I were at the drive through to taco bell and this is how the conversation went cuz mitch didn't hear what she said.

TB : Hello would you like to try our seven layer nachos today?
Mitch: No thanks I'm just gonna have the seven layer nachos

I thought it was funny anyways and that's all that matters. instead of moral of the story today, i'm gonna take a quote from mitch yesterday when we were pondering the reason school sucks so much worse this year. "It's cuz we're so much cooler this year, and it makes everything else seem gayer". Genious.


news for January 7th

Seriously, school couldn't suck more. fortunately there were two things that made it bearable. Today after school I went in to get help in math from mrs finseth. she comes over to help me and I accidentally opened my notebook to a giant picture of her as a retarded ground squirrel coming out of a hole in the ground with the label "mrs finseth as a retarded ground squirrel with a lop-sided bowl cut" printed quite largely underneath the picture. I quickly turned the page, but I don't think that there has ever been a more awkward silence than after that happened. To see my rough paint-drawn picture of what the picture she saw looked like click here. The second thing was lunch, the only good time of the day. lunch rules. moral of the story is "school stinks worse than poop"


news for January 6th


moral of the story is "nice glasses, fag"


news for January 5th

Well, christmas break is drawing to a close and I still have hours and hours of homework to do, and to make matters worse, although over 75 people have viewed my site in the last 48 hours, only 8 of you chose to vote. The deadline is in 2 days. We don't have any more time ballstien the show's in 2 days! Kapish? yeah i kapish, now if only I could ka-piss. My prostates flaring up like a honeydoo. Anyways because no one voted, I decided to share my brother's nice drawing he left my friends and I when we finally got on the computer after him. Just replace my name with yours. you learn martial arts! moral of the story is "no milk will ever be our milk"


news for January 3rd

As you have probably noticed, I kind of changed the design of my site around on the front main page here. I want to know if people think it is better, uglier, or as ugly as the last one, so take my poll and I will decide if I want to change all of the pages. Also, I changed the pictures page, so check that out. But do not be distracted by the beautiful celebrities and kill the prime minister of malasia!...or just vote.
yesterday we were at buck hill snowboarding and we saw this guy with no legs sitting on a seat with a ski attached to it with two mini croquet mallets in his hands going down the hill beating the snow with his mallets keeping balance. I felt kind of bad for the guy but it was hilarious when he was going by our lift and some kid yells down "Criiipppplle!". Well I'm out of this beast. Moral of the story today is "If I had something seriously wrong with me, I wouldn't try and overcome it by sitting on a seat with a ski attached to it beating the ground with mini croquet mallets, I would sit at home and watch tv and complain like the good little cripples do."


news for January 2nd

First off, I'd like to say happy new year to everyone. Secondly, a huge thanks to big Zappa, the talented artist who made my banner head. It's awesome, just like this site and me. Well, in honor of our day of snowboarding, my brother made a picture of snowboarding. So here's a few funny jokes and then I'm out to the slopes all day.

Sarah : what are those? (about these little furby type things)
Tony : They are things that interact with each other
Me : Oh like me and your mom

oh but that's it.

moral of the story is "snowboarding rayhules"