Title Track (9.24.06)

Yea, I know I have been slacking, so without further ado:

"Lesbians are so gay" -Anonymous

The other day Jon cracked open a beer and then turned to me and ask if I farted. Turns out the beer (Koon's Golden Anniversary) literally smelled like flatulence.

With the latest incarnation of the Ryder Cup over and done with, it seems to me that no one in America really cares to much about it. There was alomst no buzz in the air. And you know why? Because the American team was pretty terrible. We had no shot. In fact I looked at the results from Sunday and there are three Americans on the team who I have never even heard of (J.J Henry, Vaughn Taylor, Brett Wetterich). Then again it doesn't help that the matches were in Ireland which doesn't lend itself to "Live" television.

Jon learned how to DJ parties so that he could go to school dances and not have to dance. I laughed at the idea when he told me, but now I must conceede that it is a good plan.

If by chance anyone from The N or CTV reads this blog, I suggest hiring a drunk Jim$ and Ostrowe to do bonus commentary on upcoming Degrassi DVD's and you can call the piece: "Degrassistrating." Play-by-play and color commentary on Degrassi episodes is pretty hilarious.

I have been having some strange dreams as of late; some including penguins and polar bears, some involving strange dealies. But last night I had one where the Boss randomly showed up on campus carrying a sleeping bag. He refused to store the sleeping bag anywhere because he was going out drinking and he wasn't sure where he was going to pass out. He wanted to be prepared.

Name That Movie:
A- She's not a hooker. She's a massage therapist.
B- She'll massage your (explicit deleted) for money.
C- That sounds like a hooker.
A- You're a hooker

This should be in every running diary:
Always - Bah I'm winded

Disney makes 700 million dollars a month from the cable networks they own. (i.e. the ESPN family, ABC Family, and the Disney Channel)

86 Days, 6 hours till I become an adult

Does blog size matter?

No doubt all of this is not true remembrance but the ruinous work of nostalgia, which obliterates the past, and no doubt, as usual, I have exaggerated everything.