No effin way this is real

even if he is the best player in the world (and maybe of our generation).

Still cool to watch though.

It's all about the Hamiltons, baby

I don't know if this ran on SNL or not (probably not because it's actually funny), but man is it hilarious.

Nickleback sucks

and so did our team tonight.


I get sick of playing our worst games when I'm at home and have to endure my dad's criticism, but it seems to happen EVERY year.

In Andy's honour

There's this bird called Mary, yeah? She's a virgin (wossat then?). She's not married or nuffink, but she's got this boyfriend, Joe, innit? He does joinery an' that. Mary lives with him in a crib dahn Nazaref. One day Mary meets this bloke Gabriel. She's like Oo ya lookin at?' Gabriel just goes 'You got one up the duff, you have.' Mary's totally gobsmacked. She gives it to him large 'Stop dissin' me yeah? I ain't no Kappa-slapper. I never bin wiv no one!' So Mary goes and sees her cousin Liz, who's six months gone herself. Liz is largin' it. She's filled with spirits, Barcardi Breezers an' that. She's like 'Orright, Mary, I can feel me bay-bee in me tummy and I reckon I'm well blessed. Think of all the extra benefits an' that we are gonna get.' Mary goes 'Yeah, s'pose you're right' Mary an' Joe ain't got no money so they have to ponse a donkey, an' go dahn Bethlehem on that. They get to this pub an' Mary wants to stop, yeah? To have her bay-bee an' that. But there ain't no room at the inn, innit? So Mary an' Joe break an' enter into this garridge, only it's filled wiv animals. Cahs an' sheep an' that. Then these three geezers turn up, looking proper bling, wiv crowns on their heads. They're like Respect, bay-bee Jesus', an' say they're wise men from the East End. Joe goes: 'If you're so wise, wotchoo doin' wiv this Frankenstein an' myrrh? Why dincha just bring gold, Adidas and Burberry?' It's all about to kick off when Gabriel turns up again an' sez he's got another message from this Lord geezer. He's like 'The police is comin an' they're killin all the bay-bees. You better nash off to Egypt.' Joe goes 'You must be monged if you think I'm goin' dahn Egypt on a minging donkey' Gabriel sez 'Suit yerself, pal. But it's your look out if you stay.' So they go dahn Egypt till they've stopped killin the first-born an' it's safe an' that. Then Joe and Mary and Jesus go back to Nazaref, an' Jesus turns water into Stella. APPY CRIMBO

Saturday

it all ends

and it all begins.


wish me luck (is that the most selfish expression ever? So, in order to remain (does that make me conceited?) a good person, DON'T wish me luck). I guess.

this about sums it up

Motherfucking cocksucker.
Motherfucking shit fucker!
What am I doing? What am I doing?
I don't know what I'm doing. I'm doing the best that I can.
I know that's all I can ask of myself.
But is that good enough? Is my work doing any good?
Is anybody paying attention? Is it hopeless to try and change things?
The African guy's a sign, right? Because if he isn't, then nothing in this world makes any sense to me.
I'm fucked. Maybe I should quit.
Don't quit.
Maybe I should just fucking quit.
Don't fucking quit.
I don't know what the fuck I'm supposed to fucking do anymore.
Fucker. Fuck! Shit!

great news

another awesome cognate

(inspired by ryan)

disgusting
gustar

think about it.

and damn

how bout those lady Tar Heels going up to Hartford and whooping up on the Huskies...

I will be so sad when he goes to the

Texans

sick.

MSU

I got to experience the magic again tonight ;-)