I started moving stuff around. I couldn't stand the shelf over the desk, so I took it off. Desperate for a place to put it, I shoved it between my bed and the wall. I propped it on crates, and now it's exactly the height of the bed, which makes it quite a nice nighttable. I would have preferred to have it sittong on something else at bed level ( Read more... )

I don’t believe it. We have no cold water. No cold water. Hot water, sure. No cold water. I didn’t think the pipes worked that way.

And should it make me nervous that all the people outside my front door are wearing hard hats?

Ok, who wants to do intramurals with me this year? I’m not doing it alone. I’m thinking about Mini-Golf or Bowling (I love Bard).

The Artists’ Bar - aka. The Goth Bar

Well, kinda. I finally got around to clearing out all the “friends” on my list who I don’t really know. At all.

For those who don’t know, I’ve been keeping a blog called Blog Battered Least of All. It’s a pretty general blog, but it’s not a personal journal. That stuff stays here. Right now it points to a couple of my pictures from the Cindy ( Read more... )

Jared- Denying the antecedent.
Bobby- I heard it too.
J- You can't deny the antecedent.
Peter- When did I deny the antecedent?
B- Right after your butthole popped out.
J- Literally: your butthole popped out and BANG you denied the antecedent.

Jared: You know how sometimes you go to a bar and they have those little...hors d'oeuvres?

Bobby: Yeah. They call those Peanuts.

Come along, Sean.

It's like when you have a balloon, and some guy just comes by and steals it.

*pause*

Er, no...I mean pops it!

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*holds up a penny*

Ok, hold still...

*puts penny in own eye*

Ohmygoditfuckinghappenedican'tbelieveittheworld'sgoingtoendandhellfeezeoverandtheapocalyseisherebutit'ssofuckinngworthit!!!!!!!!!