Wednesday, July 22, 2009

So we went to the park the other day and there was this battle of the bands and it was intense.

This kid was playing-I think out of turn actually- cause there was another band playing at the same time. But we were really into the kid's music, especially that homeless guy with the Nikes.

He would rock out some jam and then yell at the crowd, "Do you know the second verse! Do you know the second verse!" And we were like, "Yes! Yes!"


I'm going to make two posts today. Its been a long time and for that I am sorry.

Alright, post #1: if you are trying to google this blog, you have to put it in " ". Otherwise, quite a few random items will come up if you search bull vs. cock. Nooooooooo!

This is Bugsy, my old roommate. Bugsy thinks--- is a person. Don't let the pic fool you. He tries so hard to prove it that he banged his head on "his" bed and cut himself as if to say, "Only a human could bang his head on his bed and cut himself. Come on." I saw the cut and was like, "Whoa, Bugsy, you cut your -bleepin- head." And then he was like, "I know. Pretty human, huh?" Bugsy would go to the Shamrock if he could.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Sometimes I feel strong, like I might be able to survive in a jungle all by myself.  Away from the world.  Of course I would need to be with my friends.  And we would need some peanut butter.  And some beer.  And some scotch.  And some chicks.  And some jacuzzis.  And some dip.  And some Backwood cigars.  And some mac-n-cheese.  And some guacamole.  And some chips to dip in the guac.  And some limes.  And some Coronas.  And a sushi bar.  And some saki.  And some Arrested Development.  And a dvd player.  And some plasma tv's.  And some swim trunks.  A some sunscreen.  And some dumbells.  And a lat pull down machine.  And an incline bench.  And  beds.   And some pillows.  And some shoes.  And some credit cards.  And some clubs.  And some go-go dancers.  And some monkeys.
  
It would be good to get away for awhile.   

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Elizabeth Shue


Dear Elizabeth Shue in the Saint.

I had a really good time tonight with you. Your hair looked amazing and your skin is really nice and shiny. You are everything that a woman should be: humble, attractive, beautiful, hot, amazing, funny, and really f---ing smart. These are the things that i look for in a woman. We had such great conversation and I think that its really great that you invented cold fusion before anyone else did. There are not many times in this life when we can say, "Hey I was the first person to do that. I invented it before anyone else did." And then when people/me ask you what the hell you're talking about, you just pull the equations out of your bra (cause you wrote them down and that's where you hid the paper, like a spy).

What are you doing tomorrow. Maybe we can go to the park and play soccer. You kick your legs up when you run. Has anyone ever pointed that out to you. Its pretty awesome. And its good form.

I think that we should hang out again, sometime, like soon, in a church with a priest, a wedding dress (on you) and a tuxedo (on me). It would be fun. I think the wedding dress will look good on you and it will be perfect to wear for where we are going. Our wedding reception. I'm going to party really hard and dance really hard, doing my moves and dancing with all of my friends. I'm going to pound so many drinks because i'll be so happy that we're getting married.

Anyways, get some sleep.


Love,
Derek