Liveblogging: Billiam Clinton @ Mason

Joey and Corey joined me in the Johnson Center at George Mason for Bill Clinton's pre-Potomac Primary rally for his cyborg proto-spouse.

8:53 - left class early for the 9:00pm "start". Wait, didn't Bill make 50 nations wait to get food at McDonald's?
8:58 - Billary's staff: HOMELY
9:08 - found a spot to watch, too bad 1,000 sociopathic Asians think it's Chinese New Year, but instead it's ADA and VIPs only
9:15 - speech from campus democrats about how awesome they are for organizing this awesome event in this not-so-awesome venue. The Patriot Center worked for the final four, but not so much for Clinton.
9:43 - somewhere, the 42nd President is loose, and fat coeds are not safe.
9:50 - **cheers** Blah blah Clinton.
9:56 - "my case for Hillary": cute face, chubby waist, thick legs in shape

9:58 - "signing up poor Hispanics to vote"
9:59 - dumb whore falls off chair she's standing on. crowd cheers.
10:00 - "blah blah" something about Israel

10:01 - "you may remember"...no you don't, you were 8 when it happened
10:02 - "you may think NY is a Democratic state"...
10:04 - "last year she passed the student loan blah blah bill"
10:05 - "mortgage meltdown, recession" -- unbelievable!
10:06 - "90 day mortgage review" -- keep the munthly on ma house. booyah!
10:09 - "raise your hand if you know someone without health care", "the only major nation in world without health care". we know, we can buy the congressional health plan. we know 15 million won't want it. they don't have to. PARETO PRINCIPLE!!! everybody must be covered.
10:15 - "we were poorest first family in 20th century", but the booty calls were amazing
10:17 - vote for Hillary. xoxo
10:18 - "number 2 education. free pre-k, death to no child left behind", even though my wife voted for it.

10:18 - how does NCLB work? MORE TESTS FOR EVERYONE!
10:19 - "our kids are smart". amazing considering facebook.
10:20 - "the tests are a wink and a nod", like my marriage. ;) save the music, arts, and other nerd activities. "we are not good at replicating excellence". "5 tests solve nothing", even though my starbucks franchise example makes no sense (they don't franchise).
10:23 - "make college accessible to all. raise pell grants raise hope scholarship. give young people more opportunities through americorps". direct lending.

10:25 - work in a clinic, loans repaid. AIDS pays. hooray.
10:26 - is it happy hour yet?
10:27 - who can we convince to cut their greenhouse gas? green collar high school dropouts. clean -- green -- snogans.
10:29 - bill [hearts] iphone price cuts.
10:30 - other countries hate us? but...but foreign policy?
10:31 - two new nukes for every boy...except iran. nah nah nah nah nah nah!
10:33 - iraq...yawn. it's hot and crowd is thinning. i need Billary pictures.
10:34 - oh dear, big girl panty line. gross.
10:35 - "suppose your neighbors house burned down", wait that doesn't work. let's discuss how used the military is right now. more marines in afghanistan, if i hd them to send.
10:36 - Hil 4 prez == America is BACK! I have a name for my new facebook group.
10:37 - wrapping up, yawn.

No Confession Will Erase This Sin

[I apologize for this back dated post. I started it the same weekend it happened, and have been working on the draft for over a week.]

I called Joey on Friday night to see what she was up to. It turned out that Chrissy Chrisdon was have a birthday celebration at Bailey's in Crystal City, so I decided to join them after work.

Once I found parking, I met up with everybody. We stayed there a little over an hour and had a nice time.


Walking to our cars in the parking garage, Joey says to me, "I'm going to Jay's now, you need to join me." I hesitated for a moment when she cast irresistible bait, "Jay's has a DJ named Pee Wee who uses two tape decks to play his oldies."

How could I possibly say no?

In a place like Clarendon, with a Whole Foods on every corner, you can't imagine how a place like Jay's hasn't been turned into 300 condos yet. Nay, it's the kind of bar that (speaking from personal experience) you don't mind urinating in the parking lot before you get in your car and leave.

As you walk in, Jay (the owner) is there to shake your hand. Just beyond his in the live-action Fred Flintstone (6'4, 350lbs, blond, white dress shirt half unbuttoned, red tie loosened around his collar, and chugging his bud light straight from the pitcher), and just to your left is Pee Wee:


My mind went to Tony Wilson's voice over in 24 Hour Party People:

"And tonight something equally epoch-making is taking place. See? They're applauding the DJ. Not the music, not the musician, not the creator, but the medium. This is it. The birth of rave culture. The beatification of the beat. The dance age. This is the moment when even the white man starts dancing. Welcome to Manchester."

Well folks, this was no Manchester.

In the space of an hour: I watched a 60 year old woman dance with grind on guys 1/3 her age, I met Fred Flintstone's monstrous girlfriend/sister/sidekick, and I convinced a 37 year old woman who'd lost her voice to go back to college.

After the horror of Jay's, we went to Bob & Edith's where Joey made friends with our waiter, "20" (a very nice white kid who happened to be 20 years old, so Joey named him thus). On the floor under the booth across from us:



someone finished up their "for the road" Bud Dry before they got them some scrapple.

On the way home, I fucked up a turn in Arlington and got pulled over. The cop was cool and wrote me a warning, but the next day I saw that my GPS was also traumatized by Pee Wee and Fred Flintstone and watching me pee in a parking lot:



It had automagically added Jay's as a "Point of Interest", so I automagically performed a factory reset on it.

Fan Mail?

From: Joey
Date: Mon, 5 Nov 2007 11:13:52 -0500
Subject: A Simple Request
Dear John,

As your cousin I want to commend you on not only being an outstanding family member, but also a shoulder to lean on in, as the Beatles always said, times of trouble. Your wit and enthusiasm is unparalleled and considering the enormous amount of insanity we are forced to dodge on a daily basis, its simply quite remarkable.

That said, as your cousin, I am immensely disappointed that there are no new blogs on your personal blog. Part of your responsibility as my cousin is to entertain me and sadly, you have fallen down on that job of late. I *need* those blogs to laugh and be sane. I don't care HOW much work you think you have to do, you better get to writing. Or, and I mean this with complete love in my heart, Schmoo gets it.

Thank you in advance for your time and attention to this matter. I look forward to your continued fine performance in the role of "My Cousin".

Love,
Joey

Yes, I've been slacking. Sorry about that. :/

My Two Favorite Ladies

My Cousin Joey, holding her boyfriend's new puppy.

I'm going to puppy-nap that little sweet-face.

The Taping of Lil' Jimmy Norton's HBO Comedy Special

Joey, Katie, and I were able to get tickets for the taping of Jim Norton's new HBO comedy special. Apparently the well-wishing worked because his set was fucking hysterical. The theater was hot as balls, but you'll still be able to hear me screaming from the audience.

After the show, People Against Censorship has a rolling billboard right outside:



haha! Lil' Jimmy has AIDS. RAMONE! Fetch him some broth and a robe.

Kim's 25 Birthday

Joey and Erin put together a lil' birthday field trip into DC for Kim's 25th birthday. We pre-gamed at Erin's a little too long, then took the Metro from Springfield into Adam's Morgan. While logistically it wasn't the best choice, Joey saved the day by bringing a water bottle filled with vodka and cranberry. I thought the funniest part was all five girls using the bathroom at the Pentagon Metro in 5 minutes (since Metro doesn't like people using their bathrooms, and I lied about how long they had).

The ginormous slice of pizza at the end was tasty, and thankfully Bo came so I wasn't the only guy there.

In short, the evening started like this:



turn into this:



and ended like this:



I haven't slept a hangover like that off in years.

Happy Birthday Little Joey!

Pictures from Little Joey's birthday celebration during a Nats game finally arrived in my inbox.

Joey and Bo:



Chrissy and I:



After the Nats, we went to Murphy's in Old Town and then to Tiffany's Tavern. When they moved to Rock It Grill, I left to meet Andrew for dinner.

The Text Messaging Gods are Concerned by my Absence

That didn't take long.

As previously mentioned, I switched to Verizon last March after breaking a few T-Mobile phones. While I've been pleased with Verizon's service, customer service, and pricing, I fucking hate this phone.

Which isn't a problem anymore, since it shit and died today.

I received a text message from George that I replied to without any trouble, then opened the phone to send a text message and the screen was frozen. I turned the phone off and on, screen still fucked. I took out the battery, screen still fucked.

It lights up, it shows that ugly-ass background I picked, but the screen never updates again.

Since Verizon kindly let me out of my contract, and Cingular/AT&T Wireless updated their list of phones that are eligible for equipment insurance, I ordered a Sony W810i from Amazon. I broke one of my personal rules about signing a 2-year contract, but the cancellation fee is $175 and they're paying me $50 to take the phone. It's cheaper to take the phone and the payoff and give them the finger in a year than to get a 1-year contract.

This also means that Andrew and my parents are no longer free to talk to at any time, but George, Joey, and Mary are. Mike never was, and as long as he's with Sprint he never will be. :p

Curly's: A Family Bar and Restaurant

A wake is really just an afternoon of shaking hands and making small talk. When all that was done, the cousins moved to Curly's for another evening of drinking.


Our tab was once again dubbed "An Auburn Christmas Miracle". For that, we can thank our bartender Jeff (pictured below with Joey):


Cousin Josh (with Joey):


Josh's girlfriend Gabby (with Joey):


And the big win of the evening was convincing my aunt and uncle to let my cousin Justin join us:


When Joey drinks, man does she take a lot of pictures.

The Lesbian Super Collider

Joey, her brother Chris, and I were enjoying a quiet drink in Curly's bar the night before the wake. After about an hour, I witness this exchange between Joey and Chris:

Joey: Are you going to tell him about Debra?
Chris: [...] I hadn't decided yet.
Joey: [...]

Somewhere in the 2000-2002 timeframe, my cousin Chris was engaged to a lovely woman named Debra. For various reasons, Debra and Chris broke off their engagement and went their separate ways. One of those reasons was not, however, the fact that I made out with her in front of him six times on my 22nd birthday:



Well Chris has a best friend Aaron who just got divorced from his wife Debbie. Can you see where this is going...?

Debra and Debbie packed up their UHaul (on the first date) and moved to the island of Lesbos.

I am the lesbian super collider. I just am.

Hookers kidnap Marine / Intergalactic AIDS day / effortless blog post

I am in the middle of writing my research paper of mass destruction for English, but a quick break for a slow-pitch blog entry.

Earlier this week, I shared this blog entry with Andrew, George, and Joey about two DC women getting mugged by hookers in Vegas. So it's kind of been hooker week around here.

Today, we started with me sharing this story from Wonkette about a Marine being lost in Vietnam:

From: theAlphaJohn
To: Andrew, George, Joey
Subject: Hooker kidnaps Marine in Vietnam

Bush Loses Troops In Vietnam
We know Iraq is George W. Bush’s long-delayed personal Vietnam War, but this is getting ridiculous: America actually lost a Marine in Vietnam during Bush’s visit. MIAs in Vietnam again? Let’s rock it Apocalypse Now style!

The missing staff sergeant was a maintenance specialist assigned to the Marine One Presidential Helicopter detail. After a night out drinking with fellow Marines, the specialist “left his hotel on the back of a moped driven by a local national without telling anyone,” a Marine Corps spokeswoman confirmed to ABC News.

Despite his CO “suspecting foul play or terrorism” and shutting down various bars in Hanoi in the frantic search, the Marine was just out partying with a “local national” (hooker) and wasn’t even really AWOL as he was off duty for the night.

Joey replies:

From: Joey
To: theAlphaJohn, Andrew, George

LMAO

I mean seriously, whats up with world today if you can't even trust a hooker??

and naturally, I get fired up:

I know, the hookers need to step off and understand their role in our society:

-expose orafices
-get paid

Speaking of, did I miss a memo and today is intergalactic AIDS day? I walked across campus to get lunch and found (1) a rapid HIV testing van (all writing on it was in Spanish), (2) some kind of crazy AIDS/Orphans thing with little pictures of poor black AIDS babies on popsicle sticks lined along the ground, (3) some kind of AIDS charity drive in one of the buildings being run by Robert Reed hating students.

And some kind of giant, Berlin wall parody that is supposed to convince us to stop giving money to Israel. I wish I could revoke the F1 and J1 visas for the Palestinian students and send them home on their giant stryofoam wall. But not before I made them sleep with one of the students whose rapid HIV test result was "es verdad".

After which, Joey reminds me that tomorrow is World AIDS day.

Meh.

Tucker Carlson's Celebrity Dance Dance Revolution

Joey emailed me this morning with the breaking news that Tucker Carlson will appear in this season's "Dancing with the Stars". I am blissfully ignorant enough not to know who he is and what this show is all about, but having read the crap below the fold I find myself enlightened (read: bored).

My immediate reaction was to change the show's format: celebrities and professional dancers pair off to compete against each other using Dance Dance Revolution, a music video game produced by Konomi.

Who would watch this show? Anime loving Asian fan-boys who live in San Fransciso. They make up exactly 0% of Tucker Carlson's demographic, which is why he needs to get up on and dance!

Spend (half of) your hump day in Richmond

I had class until 9:30pm on Tuesday night and had to be in Richmond at 8:00am Wednesday morning for Commonwealth Project Management training, so right after class I ran home to pack a bag and got in the car.

I had no problem getting down to Richmond and finding my hotel. The Crowne Plaza was right around the corner from the training, and I had never stayed at one before. The hotel and the room were nice (all 6 1/2 hours I was in it), but all too soon my alarm went off and I was out the door.

Training was a waste of time for the most part. There were 120 Powerpoint slides, and on slide twelve we learned that all schools that are members of VASCUPP are exempt from 2/3 of the state's IT Project Management Policy (and the other 1/3 represents 1 project every five years for us). I did meet some very nice people from Mary Washington University, and had a tasty hamburger for lunch at the Ale House just around the corner.

Not soon enough, it was 3:30pm and time to head back to my car and get on the road. Once I was outside the fan and back in 95 I figured I'd stop at the next rest area and change back into shorts and a tee. I stopped, changed, and didn't even make it out of the parking lot before I heard "THA-THUMP THUMP THUMP"...flat tire. I jacked up the car, put on the spare, but couldn't find anything wrong with the tire (sidewalls were fine, no nails or anything in the treads), still no idea what went wrong.

I got back in the car and had a text message from Joey. She knew already that I had a flat because she'd just passed me going down 95 to South Carolina and saw me putting the tire into my trunk. Very odd.

To add insult to injury, once I got off 95 in Quantico a 100 year old woman ran me off the road at a merge and forced me into a row of giant orange plastic barriers. The side of my car is covered with rubber residue, though I guess it could be worse (it could have been a guard rail).

Maybe next time I'll spend a full 24 hours in Richmond, and my car will come home in one piece.

Concert: Ryan Cabrera

Greta was good enough to accompany me to last night's Ryan Cabrera concert at the 930 club.

I know you're wondering why I went to a Ryan Cabrera concert, but this text message conversation with Joey should clear that all up:

theAlphaJohn: The concert I'm at will be immortilized in the MySpace blogs of all 20 girls in attendance.
Joey: What concert?
theAlphaJohn: Ryan Cabrera
Joey: Why are you at a Ryan Cabrera concert?!?1
theAlphaJohn: I bought tickets like the rest of the Gilmore Girls.

This was the least attended show I have ever seen at 930 Club, I would love to know what the drop count was. That said, greta and I arrived for the second opener and didn't have to fight any of the tweens to get a beer at the bar.







Cabrera did a great set, he plowed through his entire catalog of songs (which isn't that big to begin with) and has a surprisingly solid stage presence. He does, however, have this funny mannerism when we takes a drink of his water. It's very "Ace Ventura", hard to describe.

The guy has musical talent, that's for sure. He switched guitars almost every song, and at one point he took over the drum set for a rousing finish. He excused the band and played the piano with a guest vocalist and cello player:



If he would just lose the vneck tee shirt, I'd give the concert an A.

Dating Season 2004 comes to a close

I had a conversation with Joey over the weekend about dating season, and we came to the conclusion that my 2006 Dating Season had never really started because my 2004 Dating Season was still in progress. Virginia and I discussed that notion last night over six or seven pints of Rock Bottom's finest microbrew, and she agreed.

With that, I hearby declare that the 2004 Dating Season is at an end, as is the 2005 season. Contest Alpha John is hearby DQ'ed for both years and forefits any national rankings.

With that, ladies and gentleman, please join me in welcoming the official (albeit late) opening of the Alpha John's 2006 Dating Season.



Perhaps I should start with my new friend:

BREAKING NEWS: DC City Council does something

Besides ban smoking, that is.

I'll admit, I haven't been paying attention to the National's stadium deal except the bits and pieces I pick up in the news. I made it to one game this past season with Joey and Andrew which promptly ended their winning streak. Suffice to say, I've stayed away.

After voting "No" yesterday to the latest stadium lease, the DC Council (motto: Until I get some bling you don't get nothing) voted four hours later to approve the deal with a spending cap. No word yet as to whether MLB will approve the lease or not.

How is it that we live in a town full of aspiring politicians -- little mutant hill staffers and aides who think they know everything and can change the world -- and yet none of them have made a push to get into DC politics (or shit, even Baltimore politics)? How hard could it possibly be to take over 9 wards and the Mayor's seat in DC?

I know there are people out there with polysci degrees or that are simply more well read than I am (like that's hard) that are like "you're out of your skull", but c'mon. If we can install puppet governments around the world, shouldn't a bunch of 20-something martini drinkers who fetch their Senator's lunch be able to turn this shit around? As an incentive, your victory celebration could be conducted in THE MOBILE COMMAND CENTER.



It will be like Space Camp, only with black people in it.

Richardsville: Have your wedding in the suburbs of beautiful Culpeper, Virginia

In the kind of "prime time reunion" not seen since Growing Pains, the vast majority of the Rock-It Grill crew reunited today to witness the blessed union of our favorite waitress, Claire, and her gun-toting groom David. Of couse, by "witness" I mean we heard the last five minutes of the ten minute ceremony from the front porch of the Richardsville Rescue Squad building:


"...in the name of the father, the son, and the holy ghost."

Didn't the Holy Ghost change his name in the 1940s?

"By the power invested in me, by the state of Virginia..."

Joey suspects that the pastor was really an actor from the Richardsville Community Theatre.


The last time this crew got together was the infamous Redneck BBQ at Claire and David's house in Culpepper. While it was unfortunate that DJ Laurie B couldn't join us from Pennsyltucky, there was definately enough representation from both Old School Rock-It as well as Rock-It Grill: The Fresh Meat.

Above: Brett, Joey, Christina, and Chris Harrison

While many, many, many inappropriate thoughts came to mind during the course of our 258 minutes of stationary existance in Culpepper, I'll share a few that stood out:

"Ten bucks says there will be Doritos at the reception." and then ten minutes later, "shit, it looks like I win."

"You know, in this Rescue Squad Building, with this particular crowd, if you face away from the bride and groom you'd swear you were at a Weight Watcher's meeting."

"Claire's entire family is an ad for breast reduction. It's too bad cousin Punky Brewster couldn't make it."


Claire happens to spend a lot of time on my least-favorite website ever, MySpace. This photo is of her daughter and their friends, or as was pointed out more than once, Claire's "top 8" on MySpace.

There were these Crayola wedding-themed coloring books for all of the kids. My cousin Chris, in an attempt to start trouble, brought one over to me and asked me to change all the captions. There was one with an empty plate and glass which I titled "Where's my dinner, bitch?". Another of a child bride and groom with their backs to each other, "About my bachelor party last night...they have a cure for herpes now, right?". Another of an adult bride and groom dancing together, "David, as soon as you done-shot my boo, I knew you was the man I had to marry." We gave it to Claire as she was on her way into the bathroom to take the garter off. Joey asked her from outside the bathroom, "What do you think?" and her response was, "it's impossible to pee when you're laughing this hard."

Brett caught (picked up off the floor) the garter, Christina caught the bouquet (after it bounced off Joey's chest), the bridal party graced us with the worst rendition of The Theme From Titanic ever (during which I moved the car closer to the building), Joey sang one more song, and we were back in the car for our 68 mile trip back to Leesburg.

A definate contrast to Jennifer and Justin's wedding in October.

"Go Alpha John, it's your birthday", sang former 2 Live Crew Frontman Luther Campbell

Mom's cookie bouquet arrived this morning. My cousin Joey sent me a text message, my sister sent me an e-card and an email, and my parents also called me this morning (to see if the cookies arrived). All of you haters who are still at Feld better recognize, the cookie bouquet be chillin in Patriot Circle now.

On the Feld front, Michael has been wishing me Happy Birthday since last week, Lien sent me an email, and Ninja Jason checked in this morning.

Ninja Jason: happy birthday
theAlphaJohn: thank you, butterstick
theAlphaJohn: you know what you're missing today?
Ninja Jason: what's that?
theAlphaJohn: cookie bouquet
Ninja Jason: lol
theAlphaJohn: exactly
theAlphaJohn: what did you get me?
Ninja Jason: a baby panda-doodle
theAlphaJohn: can i smother it?
Ninja Jason: sure
Ninja Jason: and eat it
theAlphaJohn: yum!
theAlphaJohn: here's what im wondering though jason, maybe you can help
theAlphaJohn: what kind of gravy goes with pandadoodle?
Ninja Jason: yeti

Several of my lady friends have already checked in:

From: Susann Miller
To: theAlphaJohn
Subject: RE: your mail
Date: Wed, 25 Jan 2006 11:00:10 -0600

I honestly don't think I can live without my BB.

-----Original Message-----
To: Susann Miller
From: theAlphaJohn
Sent: Wednesday, January 25, 2006 11:36 AM
Subject: Re: your mail

----- Miller, Susann wrote: -----
> Happy birthday! At least according to outlook?

Aww...Outlook remembered. ;)
Thanks

> --------------------------
> Sent from my BlackBerry Wireless Handheld

Not for much longer... :)

Susann, Meredith, even Michael's slice Georgette shot me a note this morning. Annie took me to dinner last night after my slack-ass swim class (not hers). George emailed me and asked when we can go out to dinner, I think we're going tonight after swimming, maybe shoot some stick after that.

I'm not used to all this attention, but like the saying goes "live it up, sinner".

I should be in bed

George and I have both setup Fire to work with Google Talk over a week ago, but tonight is the first time we ran into each other online:

Football George: omfg
Football George: so it does work
theAlphaJohn: !!!
Football George: cool
Football George: i thought i had it fucked up
theAlphaJohn: what's ur google talk address?
theAlphaJohn: eek...you're on there already
theAlphaJohn: this is like jew magic
Football George: yeah
Football George: it said once that you subscribed to my google ass
Football George: shouldn't you be in bed
theAlphaJohn: yeah i should be
theAlphaJohn: my bed broke again, i just fixed it
Football George: ...
Football George: lesbian fist fight in it again?
theAlphaJohn: fat girls from winchester, what can i say?
Football George: well that's fun
theAlphaJohn: some men are 7s chasing an 8, and some are 7s chasing two 4s
Football George: haha
theAlphaJohn: did you see on my house blog that i have hamsterfied my closet?
Football George: hmm
Football George: i don't think rojo picked it up
Football George: rojo is occassionally having some issues with my feeds and it is causing extreme angst
theAlphaJohn: that is unacceptable
Football George: they don't seem to hit peoples rss feeds often enough like i'll get updates in huge spurts
Football George: very annoying to know a post has been out there for HOURS and i did not know
theAlphaJohn: rojo is fired and deported for burning dinner and forgetting the drycleaning
Football George: yeah
theAlphaJohn: i'll write you and RSS reader in ocaml
Football George: i want that ocaml book that is only in french
Football George: so i can master it
theAlphaJohn: you need to learn french first
theAlphaJohn: neither ocaml nor french are worth learning
Football George: i'll hire a hot translator chick on craigslist
Football George: she'll have bush like you wouldn't believe
theAlphaJohn: "SWM Seeks fluent French speaker for translation, watersports"
Football George: lol
Football George: perhaps
theAlphaJohn: i got your email...what were you and sleeper talking about?
Football George: deviantart.com
theAlphaJohn: is that like myspace?
Football George: no, it actually doesn't suck
theAlphaJohn: umm i'm on there and i'm looking at camera phone shots of teenagers bedrooms
theAlphaJohn: not hot at all
Football George: are you trying to get me arrested?
theAlphaJohn: this picture: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/27975623/

theAlphaJohn: 0% hot, 0% art
theAlphaJohn: awkard teen girls who pad their bra, not so much sexy
Football George: hm
Football George: i should clarify by saying i only browse specific categories
Football George: juste because you immediately clicky clicked on the "hot broads from pittsburgh" link
theAlphaJohn: maybe she's going to be raising a joey kangaroo in that pouch
theAlphaJohn: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/27975612/

theAlphaJohn: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/28035041/

Football George: plz stop now k thx
theAlphaJohn: this is like livejournal, only i dunno what he's listening to or how he's feeling
theAlphaJohn: if you look closely, you can see spiderman underoos with skidmarks on the floor
Football George: you know
Football George: i go to deviantart all the time for backgrounds
Football George: i clicky clicky for maybe 2-3 minutes in categories like "buildings" "sky" "landscape" etc and i find something awesome
Football George: you immediately go to the 15 yo skaterat hangout
theAlphaJohn: i discovered this weekend that i have something to destory before myspace and livejournal...hollister
theAlphaJohn: cotton candy is spun from sugar, and hollister is spun from skaterats and evil
Football George: what is hollister
theAlphaJohn: http://www.hollisterco.com/hol/homepage.html
theAlphaJohn: from the people who brought you abercrombie
theAlphaJohn: only more beach, less...substance
Football George: oh
Football George: gross
theAlphaJohn: lots of teeshirts that say things like "your mom's box"