Time to go on a diet. What should I choose? Weight Watchers, Atkins, South Beach, the Zone, the Cabbage Soup Diet( generally reccommended for heart bypass patients, more info can be found at http://www.aboutcabbagesoupdiet.com/), stomach stapling, etc. etc. Wiring my jaw might work ( Read more... )

I suggest that we all play Supermarket Sweep. I am inviting everyone to meet me at Food Lion for a destructive shopping spree over Christmas Break. We can dash down the aisles and try to rack up the most expensive stuff we can find and have a total blast with it. The Sudafed aisle will be my first stop. WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ( Read more... )

The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to the First Level of Hell - Limbo!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
LevelScorePurgatory (Repenting Believers)LowLevel 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)HighLevel 2 (Lustful)HighLevel 3 (Gluttonous)ModerateLevel 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)LowLevel 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)LowLevel 6 - The City of ( Read more... )

So, Thursday night I dreamed that Rob was spending the night with me at my parents' house in Inez and when I got up, I freaked out and realized that we had to sneak him out of the house, so I ran around like a monkey with my head cut off trying to figure out how to sneak him out. Suddenly, the house sank into the ground and the ocean washed over ( Read more... )

So, I was at Tyler and Tyrone's party briefly on Saturday night before heading to Jodi and Michelle's. That night, I had the most bizarre dream. I dreamt that Tyler had let his hair grow long, really long and that he was sporting the style of an 80's hair band headbanger. Basically, my dream was just of Tyler in a really bad music video, tossing ( Read more... )

Guilty, guilty, guilty. Yep, that's me. It's storytime, kiddos ( Read more... )

This is so true. . .

What kind of drunk are you?
Unconscious Drunk (or Blackout Drunk)
So did you have a good night or what? You don't remember, because you passed out in the first hour of the evening. Your friends probably left you in the car or let you curl up under the table while they partied.

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You know you've got a good job when the company car becomes the party wagon. And when they rent party busses so nobody has to call a cab. Thank god for relaxed open container laws.

Houston is an absolute blast! Prostitutes on every corner, smog so thick you'll choke to death, novelty sombreros in every store--- sigh, that's heaven ( Read more... )