I'm sorry, but the correct answer was:
1.)
2.) Colonel Mustard in the dining room with a pipe.
But thanks for playing. I had a fun time yelling "WRONG! YOU LOSE!" at each of you.
Oh, man, that slumber party set! I sure do love me some candid pics.
Nala is soooo dreamy.
Fuck... I should be studying for tomorrow's psychology test. But, instead, I'm playing with G.I. Joes.
And showing no signs of stopping any time soon.
My collection of Joes is growing rapidly. And I'm going to get some more soon (read: within the week). I ordered about $300 bucks worth (total) of the suckers from three different places. Overpaid for a few, but made up for it with great deals on others. Example: A first edition Major Bludd for $10!
So far I've received two of the three Joe shipments I ordered. And I'm getting really antsy about this third one. It sure is taking it's sweet ass time to get here. I want it now, damn it!! I want it now!!
MUST! HAVE! JOES!
BRADLEY SMASH PUNY MAILMAN!!!
RAAAAAAAAAAWWWRRR!!!
And on top of this, the sorta monthly comic convention at the Shrine is on Sunday. So I'll most likely spend another couple hunnerd on my latest obsession.
Well, it's not really a new thing...
Like I wrote in Cereal_Killer's journal (wassup, bro? youse gettin' a shout-out in my jizzle 'cuz you my home bizzle, yo), I used to have every Joe from 82-92 but traded them for dirty magazines when I hit puberty a couple years later.
It's cool getting back into them, too. I get this groovy feeling, knowing that some of them are as old as I am and that others came out each year of my life. Like having a neighbor you grew up with. Except these toys grew up with other people, witnessing someone else growing up. And now they're with me. Watching, witnessing me.
Does that make sense to anyone? Or is it just a dumb acid-head thing?
Ever wish you could tweak a song lyric just a little because you feel it would make a world of difference to the meaning of the song? Not a whole line. Just a certain, specific word that bugs the shit out of you.
I wish I could change the line "I'll see you in heaven in you make the list" from R.E.M.'s "Man On The Moon" to "I'll see you in heaven if I make the list." It might just be me, but I think that works a lot better.
The other day, I was standing around campus, waiting for the class before mine to empty out. And I overheard this girl talking to her friend about why they were continuing their education after high school. Her friend was talking about how she wants to go into teaching, when the girl randomly blurts out, "But it's really just a big waste of time and shit, because I'm going to be a porn star. That's been my dream for, like, the last three years. So I don't need to know about geomegy or who invented the fucking... bottle or some shit."
This was followed by her life story, which involved information I would've rather not known and will not repeat. Ever.
But, hey, I can't really claim to be any better than her.
After all, I said "jizzle."
(Sorry, C.K.)
!
1.)
2.) Colonel Mustard in the dining room with a pipe.
But thanks for playing. I had a fun time yelling "WRONG! YOU LOSE!" at each of you.
Oh, man, that slumber party set! I sure do love me some candid pics.
Nala is soooo dreamy.
Fuck... I should be studying for tomorrow's psychology test. But, instead, I'm playing with G.I. Joes.
And showing no signs of stopping any time soon.
My collection of Joes is growing rapidly. And I'm going to get some more soon (read: within the week). I ordered about $300 bucks worth (total) of the suckers from three different places. Overpaid for a few, but made up for it with great deals on others. Example: A first edition Major Bludd for $10!
So far I've received two of the three Joe shipments I ordered. And I'm getting really antsy about this third one. It sure is taking it's sweet ass time to get here. I want it now, damn it!! I want it now!!
MUST! HAVE! JOES!
BRADLEY SMASH PUNY MAILMAN!!!
RAAAAAAAAAAWWWRRR!!!
And on top of this, the sorta monthly comic convention at the Shrine is on Sunday. So I'll most likely spend another couple hunnerd on my latest obsession.
Well, it's not really a new thing...
Like I wrote in Cereal_Killer's journal (wassup, bro? youse gettin' a shout-out in my jizzle 'cuz you my home bizzle, yo), I used to have every Joe from 82-92 but traded them for dirty magazines when I hit puberty a couple years later.
It's cool getting back into them, too. I get this groovy feeling, knowing that some of them are as old as I am and that others came out each year of my life. Like having a neighbor you grew up with. Except these toys grew up with other people, witnessing someone else growing up. And now they're with me. Watching, witnessing me.
Does that make sense to anyone? Or is it just a dumb acid-head thing?
Ever wish you could tweak a song lyric just a little because you feel it would make a world of difference to the meaning of the song? Not a whole line. Just a certain, specific word that bugs the shit out of you.
I wish I could change the line "I'll see you in heaven in you make the list" from R.E.M.'s "Man On The Moon" to "I'll see you in heaven if I make the list." It might just be me, but I think that works a lot better.
The other day, I was standing around campus, waiting for the class before mine to empty out. And I overheard this girl talking to her friend about why they were continuing their education after high school. Her friend was talking about how she wants to go into teaching, when the girl randomly blurts out, "But it's really just a big waste of time and shit, because I'm going to be a porn star. That's been my dream for, like, the last three years. So I don't need to know about geomegy or who invented the fucking... bottle or some shit."
This was followed by her life story, which involved information I would've rather not known and will not repeat. Ever.
But, hey, I can't really claim to be any better than her.
After all, I said "jizzle."
(Sorry, C.K.)
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ok. my dream isnt to be a porn star. im not aspiring that high. is that english? i dunno. ive been staring at fucking puters for about 10 hrs now. bleggghhhh......
i dont think that was an acid-head thing. i wonder what my stuffed animals think of how i turned out [well... the ones that have been around since i was knee-high to a grasshopper]. maybe it is an acid-head thingie. maybe im just as crazy as you.
Oh Shit , I didn't blow your cover did I????