RAW Choice Cut: Depeche Mode - "Somebody"
Terence: And you're here why?
T_Piddy: Nice to see you again too. Welcome back.
Terence: Once again, why are you around?
T_Piddy: Considering I'm your better half, you should be happy to see me.
Terence: Better half? That's debatable… Anyways, why are you here?
T_Piddy: Geesh, tough crowd. See if I hang out with you anymore.
Terence: Well considering the last few times you showed up, that might be a good thing.
T_Piddy: Anyways… How about we do this one together?
Terence: What's in it for me?
T_Piddy: Umm… Fair-skinned white women?
Terence: But I like Hispanic women.
T_Piddy: No, I like Hispanic women.
Terence: Oh yeah. Good point. Okay, deal.
T_Piddy: Better be a deal. Especially after that punk ass song you chose...
"Don't speak, I know just what you're saying, so please stop explaining." - No Doubt
You know what really irks people more than anything, people that speak to them only when they have a problem. They talk your ear off about what's going wrong with them, what's going to happen next, what could happen, etc., etc. Then when they're done, they leave. No small talk, no catching up, no nothing. And don't try to come to them with a problem. There's probably an 80% chance you're going to get cut off mid-sentence with a story about how your situation is "just like" what they're going through. Then to make matters worse, two weeks later, you're now one of their problems? Why? Because you're not talking to them. Well shit, its not like you ever were saying anything before - only difference is now there's no warm body for them to talk to.
"I like talking about you, usually, but occasionally I wanna talk about me." - Toby Keith
Ya know, as much as I appreciate being an "adult," there are some things I miss from being a kid. If I had to pick one thing it would probably be getting picked up from school. Why? Well mom would come pick me up, get me all buckled up and ask me "how was your day?" Now I'm sure for a three year old, this can't be too interesting of a story, but she did it anyways. Cool thing was this continued until I graduated high school (well minus her buckling me in). After a while my sister and I were "conditioned" to this and then after a while we caught on to asking how her day went. It's a nice return gesture to show people you actually care about them. Weird thing now is, I still ask everyone how thing's are going - cause everyone likes talking about their day.
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Since I finally saw "A Bronx Tale" in its entirety, I decided I could comment on it now. It's a good flick. It's no Ghostbusters or anything, but good nonetheless. Anyways, it had some good theories/tests in it. And after the success of the Ladder and Thanksgiving Theories (EAP Final), I figured I'd toss this one out for ya'll. Now for damn near everyone, this is old stuff but I know of a lot of people I've had to tell it to, so here goes:
"Alright, listen to me. You pull up right where she lives, right? Before you get outta the car, you lock both doors. Then, get outta the car, you walk over to her. You bring her over to the car. Dig out the key, put it in the lock and open the door for her. Then you let her get in. Then you close the door. Then you walk around the back of the car and look through the rear window. If she doesn't reach over and lift up that button so that you can get in: dump her… Listen to me, kid. If she doesn't reach over and lift up that button so that you can get in, that means she's a selfish broad and only sees the tip of the iceberg. You dump her and you dump her fast."
Now fellas, in order for this to work, it takes a little bit of being a gentleman first off. I know that's like pulling teeth for some of us, but think about it - "The lock button is judge and jury, presiding over the Door Test like a Roman emperor watching gladiators, indicating a broad's success or failure with a mechanical thumbs-up or thumbs-down."
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"A whole new world. Every turn a surprise with new horizons to pursue."
- Aladdin & Jasmine
College is one of the weirdest rollercoaster rides ever. You get on, lost and confused. You don't have the slightest idea of what is going to happen next. After a year, you're now a "college expert." You have everything figured out and life is good. You have your clique. You have your routine. This utopia lasts for about 2 years or so. Then as you come to the end of your ride and you're about get off, you realize something - you're just as lost as your were when you started. You may have an idea as to what comes next, but nothing is written in stone. Jobs, living arrangements, money, friends - all these become variables once again. And for a little while you're really concerned. But after a while you realize, you've played this game before. The things you're the most afraid of will eventually become some of your greatest learning experiences. If you think about it, how much fun would life be to live if you knew everything that was going to happen next?
Random Thought: Has anyone else noticed that John Kerry looks a lot like Guy Smiley from Sesame Street?
Random Comment: Your true friends know the song to your heart and sing it back to you when you forgot the words.
Guy Mode On
Terence: Whoa, this ain't an EAP son.
T_Piddy: I'm pretending it is. T_PIDDY 4EVA!!!!!
Terence: *shakeshead*
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If there's one thing I've learned as of late it's that ice-skating is DEFINITELY a sport for white people. I mean its fun and all, but black people play basketball for a reason. I'm not saying this to be funny, I'm saying this because ice is hard and cold. And considering we (Chad and Eric, I'm looking at you two) fall a lot more than white folk, I think I have significant data to back this up. On the plus side, after two weeks of sliding around on thin-ass blades, I can now "skate" without the assistance of the wall or anyone other than myself. Still can't get up after a spill tho. Oh well.
Perfect measurements for a girl: 36-24-48. Yes, 48 inches. Now I have no clue what 48 inches looks like, but I've seen 42. And that's not bad at all. An extra 6 inches can only be a good thing.
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Terence: *sigh* First off, this is why you like Hispanic women. Second, its comments like that that keep me from drinking. If its not one thing to get me in trouble, its another. I can almost feel her hitting me for that one.
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