Thursday, August 29, 2002

Marc

... so instead, you get me.
And I've got nothing good to say at the moment. No lists now. No time. Remember how I hate dentists? Well, as of ten minutes ago I was supposed to be on the long road home to go see something worse than the dentist -- the Oral Surgeon. It's wisdom tooth extraction time for your good pal, Marc. So, if all goes well I'll be relaxing later tonight, eating ice cream, and talking about when I used to be cool. Though, on second thought, maybe I won't be talking at all. I'll probably look like a damned chipmunk. Ain't that about some bullshit?

I'd still like to see a list of things that make Zach Kuhn get wet. I think that'd be interesting as hell considering the fact that I've known the guy for quite a while and I can't recall once ever seeing him get ultra-emotional (unless we're considering anger or rage, because I've seen him want to kill someone once and it was kind of funny because you know that Zach's the type of guy that's got this huge ball of "YARR!!" hiding underneath his skin and if it gets let out, man! Watch out! I wouldn't want to be the one on the receiving end of that shite).

As an addendum to that, don't ever pick a fight with Scooter McB. He's one solid mo-fo. If you need to pick fights with anyone associated with this page I would first suggest Matt Fast as (a) he's the skinniest one of the bunch, (b) he couldn't fight his way out of a newborn babies nursery, and (c) he hates confrontation and will most likely just run anyways. Your second best bet is me, cause I get all flustered and don't really know what to do. If I get ahold of my senses I'd most likely give you a run for your money on sheer account of my size, but still, I'm kind of a spaz.

Yeah.

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