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not that you'll even want to read this, but here's my (awesome) weekend rundown:
thursday= met k dogg at a bizarre in nappy. in lamen's terms, met zook at a bar in naperville. made fun of people. drank some brew. smiled a lot. good times, good times.
friday= after work i took the train downtown. enjoyed ann beretta and grade at the fireside. drank, smiled, good times. saw ryan h., who put us on 2 of our biggest shows ever. that harlow, what a man what a man what a man what a mighty good man (yes he is!). mjarc will attest. he now lives in california and books shows for big namers. anyways, both bands get a B+/A-. actually, give grade an A.
saturday= went to see the cubs/sox game with my dad, the original reason for going into the city. had a great time despite the fact that the cubs lost. later, went out with friend luke in wrigleyville. good times blah blah.
sunday= went to the warped tour with friends. enjoyed many a band. had a really fun time. i don't care what you indie-butts say, rancid can still rock.
tonight= reminded of something funny as i watched these 2 godawful people try and play basketball at the local "gym." they were chucking up half courters, attempting to dunk (hitting the net at most), and all in all sucking the court up.
anyways, my story: i was playing once in the fitness center at school about 2 years ago when this dude comes in before we start a pick-up game all decked out in b-ball gear. we're talking jersey on, socks pulled up, wrist bands, arm bands, head bands, calf bands, butt bands, like he was a true baller. and like everyone else in the gym, i assumed he could play. so we start the game and the guy starts launching 3's like he was craig hodges of 1996-97, except he shot with THE WORST FORM i've ever seen, and he absolutely bricked every one... if he even hit the rim. but he kept shooting every time he got the ball. complete chucka.
the best part of it was this... before every shot, EVERY shot, he would say "munee!" (money), and after every shot/miss he'd say "mabaa" (my bad). then he'd come up to me or anyone else and slap high five. i know, not funny to anyone else, but definitely hilarious at the time.
sorry for the length, and for the daily personal crap; i feel like the girl zook spoke all those nasty words about a short while back. maybe i'll delete th
not that you'll even want to read this, but here's my (awesome) weekend rundown:
thursday= met k dogg at a bizarre in nappy. in lamen's terms, met zook at a bar in naperville. made fun of people. drank some brew. smiled a lot. good times, good times.
friday= after work i took the train downtown. enjoyed ann beretta and grade at the fireside. drank, smiled, good times. saw ryan h., who put us on 2 of our biggest shows ever. that harlow, what a man what a man what a man what a mighty good man (yes he is!). mjarc will attest. he now lives in california and books shows for big namers. anyways, both bands get a B+/A-. actually, give grade an A.
saturday= went to see the cubs/sox game with my dad, the original reason for going into the city. had a great time despite the fact that the cubs lost. later, went out with friend luke in wrigleyville. good times blah blah.
sunday= went to the warped tour with friends. enjoyed many a band. had a really fun time. i don't care what you indie-butts say, rancid can still rock.
tonight= reminded of something funny as i watched these 2 godawful people try and play basketball at the local "gym." they were chucking up half courters, attempting to dunk (hitting the net at most), and all in all sucking the court up.
anyways, my story: i was playing once in the fitness center at school about 2 years ago when this dude comes in before we start a pick-up game all decked out in b-ball gear. we're talking jersey on, socks pulled up, wrist bands, arm bands, head bands, calf bands, butt bands, like he was a true baller. and like everyone else in the gym, i assumed he could play. so we start the game and the guy starts launching 3's like he was craig hodges of 1996-97, except he shot with THE WORST FORM i've ever seen, and he absolutely bricked every one... if he even hit the rim. but he kept shooting every time he got the ball. complete chucka.
the best part of it was this... before every shot, EVERY shot, he would say "munee!" (money), and after every shot/miss he'd say "mabaa" (my bad). then he'd come up to me or anyone else and slap high five. i know, not funny to anyone else, but definitely hilarious at the time.
sorry for the length, and for the daily personal crap; i feel like the girl zook spoke all those nasty words about a short while back. maybe i'll delete th
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