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news for December 22nd>

I saw the above product in radioshack today and, i dont know, maybe i'm over-reacting, but that is the stupidest thing i've ever seen. i mean, did someone accidentally make a bunch of wagons and then go, crap this is stupid, nobody wants these dumb wagons, they'll never sell on their own. I know, let's throw a crapload of batteries in the back of the wagon and package it together. Not only will we charge more than normal for the batteries, but we will also try to cover up our idiocy by calling it "a collector's item" and the "holiday special". indecency. Well my bro just got home. it's been about 15 minutes and i've been farted on already. this should be an interesting few days. Moral of the story is "break = adece"


news for December 6th>

I was talking to Sylvan today, and he told me he went to this concert for this big biker fest where like a million bikers descend on milwaukee every few years or something gay like that. Anyways, he bought tickets to this concert put on for the bikers and they said the headliner was to be a secret and everyone thought it was the rolling stones since they had just started touring. So on the day of the concert some 15,000 dirty, overly testosteroned biker idiots file into a concert. The first secret band was kid rock, which I bet they just loved. The second secret band was Kenny Chesney, and they must have been in hick heaven. Then the big secret headliner comes out, everyone waits in anticipation to see who it is. ITS FNG ELTON JOHN M FRS. 15,000 hick bikers and they get a flamboyant gay guy to play piano for them. I would like to meet the promoter of this event and send him to my English 111 class to listen to lectures on gender issues with my femi-nazi teacher until he dies. Moral of the story is "i hate bikers. die west coast choppers. die"


news for December 3rd>

Do you ever feel like there's wayyyy too much government around? I was on yahoo news when i came across this little paragraph here:

Joining Teeter in the suit are the Assassination Archives and Research Center and the newly-formed Committee to Preserve Assassination Sites

well thank you washington for looking out for the interest of me, the U.S. citizen and creating the m fng COMMITTEE TO PRESERVE ASSASSINATION SITES. imbeciles. anyways, screw you i'm out. Moral of the story is "D Fongs LOVES morals of the story"


news for November 27th>

More absolutely ridiculous text from a book I have to do a 5 page paper on. This is the same class that the last load of jargon came from. Here it is:

To fly/steal is a woman's gesture, to steal into language is to make it fly. We have all learned flight/theft, strealing/flying, finding the close/concealed ways through the desire. It's not just luck if the word 'voler' volleys between the 'vol' of theft and the 'vol' of flight.

moral of the story is "tweaking"


news for November 23rd>

All i really have to say is don't call money "smackers", like "I have a few smackers to spend." I'll never hang out with anyone who uses this awful terminology. Moral of the story is "don't poke the wildlife"


news for November 11th>

So I've been thinking lately as i'm walking back from class in the dark that I've finally found something to live for. no not bitches and blunts and definitelky not weed and money. I'm going to live to get rid of daylight savings time. the stupidity of the entire thing was so intense that I had to punch the nearest kid next to me. he was pissed, but that's what he gets for setting his clock back an hour. Think about it, the "extra" hour of sunlight we get occurs at 6 am. The majority of the human pop. are either sleeping or on their way to work at this hour. When this majority gets out of class/work, the sun is going down because we got all our sunlight while either incoherent or sitting in traffic on a freeway. why dont we reverse this dumb system and have it be dark in the mornings and light at night like it should be? I FEEL LIKE I'M TAKING CRAZY PILLS!!!!!! Moral of the story is "o i m n m fn beast for thinking of this. r u n m fn beast 2 g?"


news for November 1st>

Went to Madison for halloween this weekend and it was crazy. State street was so packed that people were crowd surfing. After friday night we heard that some kid got a $500 fine for slapping a horse's ass and we were like that's ridiculous. then the next morning josh's roomate came back and he was like i am so pissed i got like $750 in fines last night and we were like for what? and he was like "for slapping a police horse's ass". It was him! Another funny story i heard is this kid was walking around looking for his cell phone and he went up to this cop and he was like i can't find my cell phone and the cop pulled out mace and sprayed him in the eyes! for no reason! it was pandemonium. There were fires in the streets and everyone was yelling "F***K THE POLICE" and "RIOT! RIOT! RIOT!" It was a good time. Election tomorrow. To have the supporters of either party tell it, you vote for kerry and terrorists will kill you, vote for bush and the apocalypse will be on us all. Moral of the story is "it's not democracy when you can flip a coin to choose between the presidential candidates"


news for October 18th>

After another long boring weekend of sex, drugs, and evading police i was sitting in my room thinking back to the good times we had back in high school. i hate to be a towny but it sure was a lot funner back there than it is here. Sure shoveling month old cereal into my mouth with a plastic knife because all my other plastic silverware is long gone and my metal silverware i stole from the cafeteria has a strange type of fungus growing on it from the EZ mac that i never washed off has its perks, but i'd still take home food anyways. Another good thing about home is showers with locks on them. It's not like i'm worried about people looking at me showering, it's just that i've seen an unhealthy amount of other people's penises these last few weeks. Kids seem to think it's cool to come out of the showers without towels on. Not cool. Not cool at all. So anyways, I changed up the look of the site a bit for the first time in years. tell me if i should stick w/ it or change. I'm out. Moral of the story is a gay quote by Jev-house, my RA "i would be half asleep then, and i wouldnt be able to tell if i was sucking on yours or mine"


news for October 17th>

Mitch and I are quite frequent visitors of Kwik Trip. Every time we go in there, we always look at this one tabloid. I'm not sure what it's called, but it never fails to be the most ridiculous bunch of journalism every compiled. Here are a few of the headlines:

Bigfoot Seduced Me! and now i'm pregnant with his baby

Real-life Catwoman found in Ozarks: and she's looking for love! will you be her mate? apply inside.

Pumped-up alien tells arnould (schwarzenegger): "get sissy boys out of congress"

alien found in hot tub with presidenttial candidate's wives

moral of the story is "i bet those guys love their jobs"


news for October 13th>

I won a The Music shirt and hat off a contest on their website. I am beasting it. Moral of the story is "yelling turn off that f****ng light out the window will not get the light turned off, but it will get people pissed"



news for September 30th>

quick couple of funny stories. first one is from my bro. he told me life has been so crazy at college. After three days of crazy impromptu parties at his place, he comes home from work, looks down, and there is a duck walking around his apartment. He goes "dude, what the hell is that?" and his roomate looks up and goes "oh, that's Conrad". And chris just walks away. So they somehow ended up with a pet duck, who walks around and poops on their floor and bites people. When i was writing this, Conrad was asleep in the bath tub. crazy. Second story is from sunday when i went to the Robert Randolph and the Family Band concert. I was outside walking to the concert in minneapolis and this crazy guy comes up to us and was like can i get some money? i wanna roll a blunt! and we thought that was pretty funny so we gave him a buck and he was like come here man i gotta show you what i got, so we go into this parking lot right by the quest and he pulls out crack pipe and a lighter and hands it to me and says "it's cocaine, it will bring you up to your level" and i go "dude, i don't want to be at my level" and left. He was nuts. Moral of the story is "cocaine did not bring that guy to his level"


news for September 19th>

So i was trudgin through reading this one chapter in our "critical cultural theory reader" books because i have to give a 30 minute speech on it in 3 days, and it just made no sense. The guy who wrote it was obviously trying to be an intellectual bastard using all these high and haughty words like "meconnue" and "denegation" every other word and it just wasn't even english to me. Then I read the closing paragraph of the chapter and it was SO RIDICULOUS i just laughed my ass off. let's see if you can translate this crap to english:

if the reproductions of the relations of the production is to be assured, even in the process of production and circulation, every day, in the 'consciousness' i.e. in the attitudes of the individual-subjects occupying the posts which the sociotechnical division of labour assigns to them in production, exploitation, repression, ideologization, scientific peramiters, etc. Indeed, what is really in question in this mechanism of the mirror recognition of the subject is interpollated as subject, and of the guarentee given by the subject to the subjects if they freely accept their subjection to the subjects 'commandments'?

I got to the end of that last line and saw the question mark and didnt even know that the paragraph was even asking a question. I HAVE TO GIVE A DAMN 30 MINUTE SPEECH ON THAT. moral of the story is "if you were truly intellectual, you wouldn't write such an incoherent piece of garbage"


news for September 18th>

it's friday night and i'm sitting in a stupid lounge because this is the worst campus in the world. we walked for 2 hours trying to find a decent party and there just isnt any good parties down here. The people here are all tiny city hicks without an ounce of culture in them at all. It's all about the video games, football and chicks. The whole town is dead by 12 on weekdays and even on weekends parties usually taper out at about 11:30-12. it's like hey you dumb hicks you dont have to wake up to milk your cows at 5am anymore, what are you doing? If any seniors in high school read this, beware: do not come to winona state unless all you want to do is play video games, talk about football or stand outside the dorms and hit on every chick who walks out the doors. I WISH I WAS DEAD. Moral of the story is "RABBLE RABBLE RABBLE"


news for August 31st>

I got my megaphone in the mail yesterday, just in time for the volleyball tournament. I think pretty much everyone in the school hates me by now. But they dont know it's me yelling so maybe not. The funniest part of the Megaphone is not yelling things however. The funniest part is the instructions that came with the thing. It's made in china and that company needs to hire a new translator. here they are letter for letter as in all the spelling mistakes are real:

The series of Boashan Portable microphone manufactured by our factory one of the intia te electric products in China. It abopts new type integrated circuits as power output. It has abvantages of super-power and long distance propogation.
Specifications:
With AC outline, Cuse the fighter on the car <--(my favorite)
This product is for outdoor. It has strong volume, don't aim the microphone to the ear by using.

on the side of the mic it says "MUSICAL MEGAPHONE OF BIG POWER!" classic. Moral of the story is "i wish i had abvantages of super-power"


news for August 23rd>

Well here i am in college. I guess i kind of expected it to be a nonstop orgy of enormous proportions with lots of drinking. I was right minus the orgy. The ratio of girls to guys here is 5:1 but so many of them are ugly that the ratio means pretty much nothing. My roomate is a dope kid though. He doesnt do much, but he's dope. My room is 4th floor right above the volleyball courts and these dumb bastards are always down there yelling and screaming and hollering when i'm trying to sleep at 3pm, so i decided to do something about it. I went on EBAY and got myself a 20 megawatt megaphone with sound able to be heard 400 meters or more away. Everytime those bastards wake me up they'll know it when i blast them with 20 Watts of "SHUT THE FU-K UP!". Moral of the story is "college is not a giant orgy"


news for August 3rd>

My sister watches an unhealthy amount of television so I have the extreme displeasure of walking around the house listening to bob s(f)aget teach all his little shits life lessons in humurous ways. but what really takes the cake is 7th heaven. it is 7th hell for me to have to listen to. Every day someone in that stupid family gets hit by a car or has an affair or does drugs or gets aids or has some huge dramatic catastrophe. EVERY DAMN DAY. Doesnt anyone ever step back and say damn, last week i got hit by a car, two days ago my parents decided to have a divorce, yesterday they decided to get back together, and today my sister got caught doing drugs. I think i'm just gonna chill the f*** out for a few months. But nope 3 seasons of weekly dramatic family crises. I WISH I WAS DEAD. Moral of the story is "read a book".



news for July 17th>

Got my roommate information. The kid lives like 2 miles from my house so i keep calling him to come party but to no avail. I donno if he's going to be my doppleganger. He said he like all kinds of music and that Adema was his favorite band and that pretty much all he does is hang with his junior girlfriend. eeeeesh. indece. I kept saying "indece" or "adece" to whatever he said and i bet he was like wtf is indece and adece. He has much to learn. Mitch's roomate: Thad Lee. I bet he wishes he was dead. Moral of the story is: "Thad"


news for June 27th>

Humorous news blunder:
Zoo officials hope the exhibit's realistic environments will give visitors new respect for apes and allow scientists to observe the apes acting as they would in the wild. (later on in story)--> The primates can control fans hidden in boulders, helping them moderate the effects of Chicago's muggy summers and icy winters, and touch panels in fake tree trunks that will catapult snacks toward them through grates in the walls.

Since when have monkeys in the wild had little levers in trees that catapault snacks at them. Ridiculous. Andrew Gavin and the Rabble Rousers are playing Jay's grad party at 6:30 on sunday June 27th. Be there or be an octagon. Moral of the story is "those monkeys have a better life than me"


news for June 21st>

this thing still exists? couple dece stories from my long absence: I saw an enormously fat lady in a dress riding around a neighborhood on a giant tricycle. true story. Story number two: I was delivering for big papa pimps and i pulled into the closest spot as usual, i dont care if it's handicapped/reserved cos i'm only going to be there for a minute anyways. Plus i hate handicapped people. so i pulled into this "renting manager spot only - all else will be towed immediately" spot. This lady comes driving up, musta been the renting manager or something cos she yelled "can't you read the sign?" and i was like i'm gonna be back in a minute it doesnt matter and she yelled "i'm calling the tow truck right now". So i went in delivered the pizza and came out and she was still sitting there like a big lazy ass waiting for her spot so I said "I hope the tow truck comes soon" and I left. What a morpheus yar yar. In other non humorous news my car broke down and i lost power steering in the middle of a turn and almost got hit. I wish i was dead. There goes my livlihood. Oh yea and i signed up for classes at winona. My earliest class is at 9AM and it is history of american jazz music. ADECE. Moral of the story is:"it's all about the morpheus yar yars and the turkety turk turks"



news for June 1st>

I got a nice personal email from a staff member of tripod incorporated telling me to stop bandwidth stealing from alternate sites i make to host files and stop blocking the banner ads or my site would be terminated. I responded that they use enough pop up ads to fill 20 computer screens and they dont need the hideous banners. So far no reply, but also, so far my site is still here. Well I speak in times of great sorrow and great happiness. The great sorrow stems from my dissappointing 2nd place finish in may worm mayhem to the reigning champ Steve Hogan. The happiness is that the rabble rousers have had some good gigs and have a few more sure to be good rock action parties on the horizon. Come check us out at carlpalooza. Set list to be announced, but i can tell you that gav-butt's soloing to comfortably numb made my pants stick to my legs. You know what kills me? this whole "still teaching with 3 days left" thing. Throw in a damn movie, and let us writhe in peace. There is absolutely no need to be teaching senior classes with three days left of school. Well a funny story before i bounce out to add rabble rousers pictures to the pics page. yes that means that when you read this, new pics will be on the pictures page so check it. So a few friends went to the strip club for this kid's 18th birthday cos that's what ya do when you turn 18, stuff that you couldnt do beforhand. anyways, they're there and this really dirty drunk guy comes in and just starts yelling " I NEED SOME PUSSY IN MY FACE RIGHT NOW! PUSSY HERE NOW! " and then later in the night got dragged out of the club by bouncers after yelling " DONT TIP THAT STUPID BITCH! DONT TIP THAT SLUT! ". Moral of the story is "i wouldnt expect such a low class moron to be in a strip club, would you?"



news for May 16th>

Rounds 1 and 2 are completed in may worm mayhem and i'm still alive. good times. So i'm at work 2 days ago and I'm on the phone taking an order in the back when I hear someone yelling, so I turn to my right a bit and some random guy is standing all in my face yelling something at me. I didn't know what the hell was going on so i just covered the phone up so the customer didnt hear this crazy guy yelling. Kelley had to come over and be like "sir that's inappropriate you have to step back into the customer's area now" and he starts yelling at her and then storms out. I guess all 6 lines were tied up and he needed to use his credit card to pay and was waiting for a good 45 seconds for a line to open before he began yelling at everyone who was on a phone, including me in the back. Yup. My job kinda sucks. Moral of the story is "tandem bikes are gay."


news for April 26th>

Hurray for updates. Well this update will be devoted to finally finishing SPRING BREAK 2004 stories. They will be severely edited so that all you johnny pot smokers will have the attention span to maybe read through day one.

Day one (cont.): It's not actually "continued" per se, just a detail i left out. So we're about an hour and a half into the trip when luke says "dude there's shit flying all over your windshield." So we pull over at the nearest exit and get out of the car. There is just oil pouring from the hood at an incredible rate. We thought spring break was over it was insane. So lukey girl goes in to the gas station and finds some random guy, who just happens to know some other random guy who runs an independant mechanics shop two blocks away. Lo and behold we drive to this crappy little junkyard, this guy rolls up, fixes our car and only charges us 15 bucks. Best luck ever. That night as i said before, it was just
us and the buffalo on the campground that night.

Day two: Our tent blew over in the night but none of us even noticed. We crawled out of the wreckage and enjoyed a nice breakfast of graham crackers and oranges before we were off to check out the badlands. The badlands were sweet. The rock layers were an amazing spectacle. We also saw plenty of buffalo but there was a lot more at our campground area. There were so many that we were constantly havening to deal with buffalo on our road. Then we climbed up these huge hills and overlookedquite a bit of the park. We just drove the hour long stretch of scenic road. Overall this was the most peaceful day of the trip. we capped it off with a nice sunset with shooting star and night cooking ramen and hot dogs over a fire we illigally built and then crashed.

Day Three: We woke up and this time enjoyed the tasty breakfast of cereal bars and dry cereal. Then it was off the the black hills for beautiful day of hiking. We just got horribly lost on the way up to the black hills and wound up on top of an enourmous hill overlooking rapid city so we took a picture. hiking was very cool. We saw a pack of about 40 deer running through the woods. It was very cool. All the hiking made us tired and we had a big night ahead of us so we crashed during the day and partied all night.

Day four: I forgot to mention, on day three we knew we had nothing to do on day four so we went to the local town of 800 citizens' school. We talked their principal into believing that me, luke, and mitch were brothers and that mitch and luke were twins. We told him that our dad was moving to Kedoka, a town of 600 people about 20 miles away, and that we wanted to check out the nearby schools to see which one we wanted to attend the next year. He bought the whole thing, and we got schedules to follow for the next day. So this day, we went to school bright and early and began our day at some random high school in the middle of nowhere. First hour they were giving speeches and every time someone finished their speech we would high five the people around us and do fist pumps yelling "THATS A SPEECH!! THATS HOW YOU DO IT!! OH YEA!! and the people around us are just like "who are these kids?". Then some kid behind me goes "so you're really going to this school next year huh?" and i kind of look around and turn to him and go "alright man here's the deal. we're on spring break right now. we're just dicking around. we're camping in the badlands." he was very stunned and laughed his ass off. by third hour we were local celebrities. When we walked through the halls nobody said a word. They all just turned and stared. I guess when you go to a school that is has less people in it than we do in our uncle worm tournament, you don't get too many outsiders. By lunch, we had a nice congregation of girls around my car talking to us. They were all very disappointed when they found it was a big hoax, because i think they wanted us city boys' bodies to tell you the truth. It could just be me. During last hour, we went to the gym and started shooting around. Their basketball coach was in there watching us. Then luke started dunking and he got very excited. Then luke started two hand dunking, and he got VERY excited. Then lukey girl hit 3 three's in a row, and he was freaking out. He asked us all our grade point averages and when he found out we were all eligible to play, clapped his hands and said "I have a starting spot for all of you on next year's team. We barely held a straight face until as we were walking out of the gym he yelled at our backs "You'll look good in blue next year boys!" and i started laughing. As the school was getting out, we drove by blasting jitterbug and leaning out the window yelling SPRING BREAK 2004 SHOW US YOUR TITTIES YEEEEAAAAAA and then mitch flashed them as luke and i danced like fools. At night we cooked ravioli and ramen and sang oasis and jack johnson songs around the fire in celebration/mourning of a good vacation come to an end.

Day five: driving. If you want to hear a really funny story about this day of returning you'll have to ask me. Posting it for all to see may be incriminating to me.

Moral of the story is "we'll look good in blue next year"


news for April 15th>

Well my mom wont let me scan pictures during the week for my spring break stories so they will wait. For now, May worm mayhem, the 128 person uncle worm tournament is almost upon us, so this update will be a learning session. you must arm yourselves with the terminology of the worm or you will be lost in the MAYHEM.

The Vertical Squeeze ("the squeeze"): The tactic in which two vertical loops are made.
The Four-Stemmed E ("the stemmer"): Tactic in which an "E" with four stems is made.
A Chaser: A calculator that changes speeds mid-game.
Dottage: the quality of dots is referred to as "Dottage" or "The luck of the dots".
500 Club: Getting to the 6th level is referred to as getting a 500 club.
The Ten Wormandments:The basic set of 10 rules that all wormers live by.
Worm-offs: The act of competitively taking someone on in the worm, either for pride or for a dollar.

Badja emailed me back. I'll post his stuff later. I got some stuff to do here. By stuff I mean i have to play some starcraft. 80-30 record. Moral of the story is "The better I get at starcraft, the more respect I lose for myself."


news for April 9th>

SPRING BREAK 2004!!! I'll type a day a day, if you know what i mean. Day one's not that great-
Day One: We left at 9AM and drove forever. Our second time of filling up, we see some sign telling us to get off at exit bla bla bla so we get off the road in the middle of nowhere at this exit and drive a good half mile to this gas station surrounded by farmland. After filling up, we're inside the store and some girl from our school walks in. We are like what the hell are you doing here, but she was a psycho goth and she got scared by humans talking to her and the sunlight so she left. Then we got to the Wall, South Dakota where we were supposed to camp. After seeing about 400 signs for Wall Drug, we got to it and it was this crappy street of crappy shops, so I pissed on it. The city of wall also sucked, so Mitch pissed on a house. We finally made it to a campground and dug up a fire pit and had a good old time which included running around picking up buffalo poop and throwing it in the fire "because the indians did it".


news for March 29th>

Remember back in the good old days when my forums were incredibly crappy but people posted on them? well they're back. Post away biatches.


news for March 28th>

I sent the maker of uncle worm an e-mail yesterday and he sent me back saying he would write me a longer email later, but that my story was hilarious, so I will share the e-mail with you:

i dont know if you still have this email or even think of uncle worm anymore but i would like to tell you a story. Many of my friends and I in a high school in MN became addicted to uncle worm months ago and got a lot of other people involved. We began to have head to head "worm-offs" doing a round on fast, medium, and then slow and whoever took 2/3 would win a dollar. This expanded into multi-person worming sessions, in which a point system was assigned on a 3,2,1 basis. To make a long story short, the obsession grew into a 32 person tournament, and that was not all. The tournament, which had the finals "televised" in a classroom with an overhead calculator projector used and some 40 onlookers, spread the name of the worm even further in the school. Because of the popularity we decided to make the next tournament, May Worm Mayhem (the previous was called "March Worm Madness") into a 64 person tourney. When all the 64 slots were filled however, we still had people come to us and ask us if they could join. We decided to risk it and go with a 128 person. Well, that filled up in 4 days. We kept it at 128, and we're moving the finals into a lecture room the size of a movie theater. We also have an order form for 60 "may worm mayhem" tournament tshirts we designed. Also, we have a weekly television program called "Eagan AM" that plays throughout the whole school on thursdays that is airing a segment on the Worm, with some anchors even wearing tournament shirts on the show. We are not nerds as you may guess. Many of the wormers are actually some of the most popular kids in the school. It is you who made the worm madness possible and on behalf of the Worm craze that is sweeping throught Eagan High School in Minnesota we would like to thank you.

Moral of the story is "the more it gets blown out of proportion, the funnier it is"


news for March 16th>

Picked up a new cd this weekend. Hulk Hogan's award winning "HULK RULES" compilation. It features such songs as "Hulkster in heaven" "I want to be a hulkamaniac" "Hulk rules" and "Hulkster's in the house". If the 70's porn background music doesn't make this the best cd ever, the lyrics certaintly do. "I used to tear my shirt, but now you tore my heart", "Always go swimming with a buddy, work real hard and always study" is an original rap by the hulk. Finally "hulkster's in the house, it's time to move your feet, it's time to rock and roll, hulkster's in the house" is a nice bit of non-rhyming that left me dumbfounded at the ingenuity and complexity of the cd. I suggest you pick up this excellent album at your local garbage dump. I give this cd the handlebar moustache award after the hulk's own hideous facial growth. Moral of the story is "I think hilary duff should take note: just because you're famous, doesnt mean you can make music".


news for March 10th>

It's 12:30 AM and i'm still studying for the same damn exam. I would be dead right now if it werent for two things. Coffee, and Kantor's midnight wendy's delivery. Moral of the story is "I think kants just invented 3rd party delivery"


news for March 3rd>

Hi. today i will be doing an art piece entitled "13 year old girl AIM conversation" with sir jerome. We will attempt to discuss sophisticated politics.

SUpASexxxyGRL123 :LOL u c GW OMG !!!11!! I LuV GW LOL!!! JK JK GW Is soooooooooo ghey LOL!!1111@@!!!111
Girly4Life : LIKE NOT AT ALL, I'M ALL ABOUT JK, I MEAN ISN"T HE ONE OF THOSE Donkey guys, AHAHA Hes AN ASS LOL
SUpASexxxyGRL123 : LOL OMG U SADI ASS OMG !!!111!! HE'S LIKE TOTAL QT U R ASS!!111!! NO JK JK JK JK BUT KERRY HE IS DONKEY ASS OMG!!!LOL!!!11
Girly4Life : LIKE OMG, I WISH I HAD THERE SMARTS AND STUFF, CUZ THEY ARE SUPER CUTE in those SUITS
SUpASexxxyGRL123 : OMG THEY ARE SOOOOO SMART!!11!! LIEK SUPA SMARTZZZ!!! JK!1! BUT NO WHO R U VOTNGIN 4 CUZ I AMNOT SHORE WHO I M VOTNGIN 4 COS THEYH R BOTH NOT HOTTT SO I CNANT VOTE WHO IS THE BIGEST QT U KNOW!!!??!!?!11?!
GirlyLife : OMG FOR SURE, I MEAN THEY ARE LIKE OLD AND STUFF, I WISH WE COULD VOTE FOR THE HOTTEST 1 TEEN GUY. I MEAN I LOVE BOW WOW, HE HAS THAT WHOLE DOWN THUGGISH THING GOIN
Girly4Life : B2K MORE LIKE BMINE HAHAHA

If that left you thinking it was stupid, then i guess you just don't understand high art. In other short news, I won the sweet 16 round of March Worm Madness with kristine today and face Drewski tomorrow. Should be a walk in the park but i'm not gonna lay down the red carpet for him. It's gonna be neck and neck, a photo finish. Drew's not just gonna toss in the towel, he's gonna be coming with a full head of steam, take the bull by the horns. Maybe he'll hand me my ass on a platter. I can't let him jump the gun on me though, gotta get on the ball and practice up a little. Moral of the story is "I like euphamisms"


news for February 26th>

We all wore yellow shirts to senior pictures and smiled nicely for the camera, and about 1/3rd of our group got into the local newspaper. I can't wait until the actual picture comes out, two giant rows of yellow shirts totally distracting from everyone else. I would say the real news however is March Worm Madness 2004. This 32 person Uncle worm tournament kicks off on monday with Luke, Steve, RVD, and mitch all going in heavy favorites at #1 seeds. to view shonka's tournament brackets at his site click here. Here's a pretty good story before I head out. About 1/3rd of our entire school came down with this fast spreading flu on saturday due to everyone being packed together at that god-awful pepfest and I was no exception. I was puking every hour or so from 5:30am to 11am. I puked so much that I became dehydrated and quite delusional. So i'm sitting on the pot fully clothed waiting for my next puke session when I look at the tub and it's pure whiteness, and it looked very nice and cold to me. I proceeded to get completely naked and crawl into the bath tub and fall asleep. Around 3pm my mom came in and said "ryan are you taking a bath?" - Me: "no" - Mom: "are you naked?" - Me: "yes" - Mom: "is there water in the tub?" - Me: "no" then my mom just kinda stood there for a second and then left. Moral of the story is "Eagan administration = need to catch flu and die"


news for February 17th>

I moved my pictures over to somewhere a lot easier, so that i can update them more than bi-annually. Moral of the story is "The tar fumes will make you dizzy"


news for February 16th>

I feel like i'm taking crazy pills. I have been inundated with people whose IQ's are lower than a sucker punch to the nuts. And that's pretty low. Observe:

Moron #1 - Attendance Office Lady: I went to get a tardy admit after i returned from returning all of our band equipment at gavin's and jay's houses, and this idiot attendance lady goes "You mean you left school without permission?!?" and i'm like well yea i mean it's 2 thousand dollars worth of equipment do you think i'm just gonna leave it in the cafeteria? But she, being a moron, couldn't listen to reason and gave me two days I.S.S. I wish she were dead.

Moron #2: T - Mobile Store Employee: So my former boss at domino's puts my cell phone thru the wash cos he's an idiot and i have to go get a new one at the tmobile store in the MOA. They tried to charge me their phone price + 60 dollars to replace it AND extend my contract to two years. I told them that i was going to go to a different store and tell them it malfunctioned so i could get a free one. There's a slap in the face. I hope you work on commision you overcharging bastard.

Moron #3: Snuffleuppagus and Woozles - Those idiots could never get Pooh's honey. Every time, EVERY TIME they would get super close and then blow it. You're like 4 times the size of that stuffed piece of crap. Hit him on the head, and take his damn honey.

Moral of the story is "Everybody knows, the world is full of stupid people"


news for February 8th>

I have returned from my glorious trip to lutsen. we almost died 3 times but it was well worth it. I will post pictures and talk about them later. I'd rather tell the funny stories than have people read them anyways. Now for my rant. I seriously wish i was dead after watching the Grammy's. Justin Timbergay and beyongay knolls were seriously spreading their horrible horrible filth to every respectable artist on the show. Prince comes out to rock, and instead he follows the path of his penis and beyonce comes out and ruins the ungodly good "purple rain". Cut to justin timberlake being white. then to beyonce ruining more prince songs. Cut back to justin being black. for the next 2 hours, eliminate all caucasions from show. Pay no attention that alternative music makes up for 1/4th of all record sales. Do not show best alternative group on air. Have disgusting looking monotone man come out and tell people not to download music. Air completely retarded anti-piracy commercial that makes no sense. End show. My love for sport shakes alone is keeping me from shooting myself. That and Robert Randolph and the Family band concert coming up. He was at the grammy's playing tonight so i suppose that was cool but it did not save it from utter retardation. Moral of the story is "Musicians should make music and shut up. I don't want to hear who you're voting for president"


news for February 3rd>

First a quote from mr. strick, my favorite teacher: "If you think my quizzies are hard, wait til you see my testies". rock on mr. strick
So i deliver pizza to some guy at this hotel and he opens the door while on the phone and his dirty beater about to rip off his fat gut. So i'm staring at his hideous facial hair while he gives me a 20. The pizza was 15 $ so i asked him if he'd like change back and he said he wanted 3 bucks, so i gave him his money and left. Later that night he calls in and talked to my manager kseniya and said "Your driver was rude to me. Where I come from they don't ask if we want change back" and Kseniya was like "well that's standard for our drivers to do that i'm sorry if you were offended I could give you a free pizza if you want" and this dirty trucker bastard was like "don't act like you're doing me a favor you owe me that free pizza" and then he hung up. so we took his pizza and put a little pepperoni, a little sausage, and then we topped it off with a large amount of phlegm and saliva and sent it through the oven. I hope he enjoyed it. I hate truckers. I have to deliver to dart trucking company all the time and it's always these half shaved people with southern accents and 4 teeth in their entire mouth. I wish trains were more popular. I like train conductors. Thomas the tank engine was a stupid show. Why were their faces on the trains? that would freak me out. Moral of the story is "Reading railroad was quality television"


news for January 27th>

Hooray for dance mohammaz video! I haven't gotten to talk to forsberg about hosting the entire show but I will get around to it. If you wish to have an audio recording of the concert just ask me. I'll fix one up for you right soon. That's old news. On to new news. We were at the Dynomite's game in which i was guest appearing as player and being my usual role as #1 fan/offensive coordinator when the most extraordinarily wonderful thing happened. Josh kicked their goalie in the nuts on purpose when the ball wasnt even near. You see josh is a "cherry picker" meaning he just stands by the goal and hopes someone boots it to him. So he's standing there, and the goalie grabs his ass not once, not twice, noooooo not even the third time is the charm, but after four times and a nice squeeze of the cheeks to top it off, josh winds up and boots the kid right in the balls. He falls down screaming and holding his sack while josh walks off the field. They had to delay the game five minutes to help him off the field. Josh warned him, and the grab-ass gay ass got what he had comin. Good times. Moral of the story is "i guess you could say there was more than one ball being kicked around that game"


news for January 21st>

I've been trying in vain to get some Dance Mohamets video/audio up on the reader but have been failing miserably. If you don't know who Dance Mohamets are, they are an instrumental college band that played in my basement. They played two 30 minute instrumental sets and even threw in some Hendrix Purple haze in there. A nice crowd showed up and it was a sweet atmosphere. Their guitarist is a god and the kid is only 18. Enough of the hoo-ha. I hate hoo-ha. Here is a damn funny story kyle told me about when he was at work at the warming house. His mom brought him McDonalds and some guy tried to be funny.

Guy: Heyyyy I didn't know McDonalds delivered
Kyle: They don't
Guy: Oh...I know I was just making a joke
Kyle: What?
Guy: I knew that
Kyle: what?
Guy: I was making a joke about McDonalds delivering
Kyle: They don't
Guy: I know
Kyle: Ok

I love horses. Moral of the story is "McDonalds doesnt deliver"


news for January 12th>

Minnesota's official state muffin is the blueberry muffin. Moral of the story is "That's fuc$!ng retarded"


news for January 11th>

"It's going to be so damn tight when we climax" - mitch. While these words may sound like two gay men talking about having gay anal sex, it was actually mitch talking in anticipation about our gig on friday. Andrew Gavin and the Rabble Rouser rocked the house that was eagan high school's cafeteria with music so cool and trippy that people in the drug prevention class were wishing they were stoned. To anyone who wasnt there: shame on you. thanks to all who came. Yesterday I asked aniella to paint my guitar so in May when we play again I will have a badass axe. Here's the idea: the neck is going to have purple abstract vines "growing" down it and wrapping around onto the body, blending in to the drawing of the mushroom picture above with a solar system background. As for the back body of the guitar i left it up to aniella to decide what to put on there. She is a little pothead so she can come up with some sweet wierd ideas. Moral of the story is "I can't wait to play again in may, time to start making new material"


news for January 7th>

FINALLY i got the internet working in my room. all i needed were updated drivers the whole time. poop on you linksys technical support.I was sick the last two days and it gave me the two most productive days of all time. During those two days I : fixed my internet, read three books, learned my guitar parts to a T for the show on friday, cleaned the house, watched two movies, burned 11 dvds, and artificially inseminated an endangered species allowing the species to flourish for another day. I'm convinced that if I never had to go to school i would have won the nobel prize by now. Well being sick reminded of me of when i was deathly ill with a fever last year for two weeks. One night, or morning, i can't remember which and i probably didnt even know at the time anyways, during the height of my fever i got out of bed and looked around. Everything in the room was two colors: yellow and grey. I was tripping out really bad so I tried to make sure i was okay and stable so i looked around the room and thought "everything seems to be in its right place". Just then i remembered the radiohead song "everything in its right place" that has the lyrics "there are two colors in my head" and i was freaking out so i went back to bed. Moral of the story is "If you squeeze me, I make bad people go away"


news for January 1st>

Happy New Years all. I had a grand new years time last night partying up with everyone. My favorite part was when everyone was watching the TV with 12 seconds to go counting down and matt ran up and turned the TV off. Panic ensued but they got the TV back on with about 5 seconds left and we cheered and made out with each other. Well enough of this loving garbage. My new years resolution is to rant about idiots and I found a good one to start with.

Starting on Monday, people who need visas to enter the United States will be digitally fingerprinted and photographed when they pass through immigration at major U.S. airports and seaports.
"I consider the act absolutely brutal, threatening human rights, violating human dignity, xenophobic and worthy of the worst horrors committed by the Nazis," said Sebastiao da Silva in the court order released on Tuesday.

"worthy of the worst horrors committed by the Nazis". You fuc#%!ng idiot. The nazi's killed millions of people and burned their carcasses in ovens, started world war II, shot fathers and mothers in front of their children and had slave camps and we fingerprint foreigners and take their pictures and you compare that to the worst horrors of the nazi's? I hate this man. I couldn't find a picture of him to deface, but i have a good idea of what he looks like so i
drew one. My internet doesn't work in my room anymore so you probably won't be seeing too much of me online anymore. Hopefully i can update this beast more often. moral of the story is "I hate computers"