Yeah…apparently I’m a dick. Who knew? If asked to describe myself I would tell you that I’m a nice guy with a touch of lime, kneaded, rolled, cut out into little christmas trees, and then baked at 410 ºF for 10 minutes or until light brown.
But no. I’m not a bunch of tasty cookies.
I am a dick.
Today Keon and I were shooting some hoops outside the dorms. You know, working on our game and playing some casual one on one. Well, this one chick walks by us coincidentally at the exact moment that Keon, aka the god of all that involves baskets and balls, air-balls a shot. For some strange reason she finds it necessary to comment…[Keep Reading]
So its the morning of Tuesday the 5th and i’m taking a shower at 10-something AM for my 11AM class.
Well right as the frothy soap suds of my shampoo start to get nice and big on my head I hear this weird siren sound coming from the hallway.
At first I’m like.. ok, weird noises again… but it didn’t stop, and now i’m like.. oh shit. what the hell is that? The shampoo is still in my hair but I step out of the shower to see the fire alarm light in the bathroom flashing in my eyes telling me, “Haha you’re fucked now!”…[Keep Reading]
While visiting Goucher College I ran into quite a few people from their frisbee team.
Frisbee you ask? Yes, apparently its just one big beerfest too.
Before every match they drink their frisbee throwing asses off. They actually have a Facebook group titled “Our Drinking Team Has A Frisbee Problem”. Personally, I think thats amazingly awesome.
Anyways, back to the topic at hand. Beer Discs…[Keep Reading]
…Goucher was awesome. We partied almost every night and a bunch of crazy shit happened. My friend had Coconut Rum in his dorm and let me tell you, it goes down smooth.
For now I’m only going to talk about one of the nights. Definitely more to come later.
I apologize for the fact that I can only remember half of it…if that.
So, saturday night…[Keep Reading]
(Yes, shut up, I know this is all very superficial)
You all know that guy.
The one who is always surrounded by the hot chicks. The one they let into their little fucking circle and share their inside jokes with. The one that wears nothing but Ambercrombie and pops his collar. The one who gets his nails done and brags about it. The one that is always peppy and thinks he is the “bell of the ball”. The one who looks like he was hit head on by the ugly train.
It’s the Popular Ugly Gay Guy……[Keep Reading]