Tag Archive for skirt chasing

I Went to a Garden Party…

Mmmm winter.  Time to party in the student ghetto.  Pod knows of one.  Ever the nonchalant one, he sidles up to all the pretty girls at school as  if he’s known them forever.  Phid, on the other hand, has more of an end game approach.  He gets more, earlier; Pod’s are more loyal down the…

Leisure Suits and Gold Chains

1977 Chevrolet Corvette

I’ve got the obligatory Hendrix perm and the inevitable pinhole burns Now all down the front of my favorite satin shirt I’ve got nicotine stains on my fingers, I’ve got a silver spoon on a chain Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains Pink Floyd, Nobody Home It’s the 1970s.  You are…

I guess I am glad

you're not getting even a good bye kiss, asshole

That this list of Ten Cars That Won’t Get You Laid On A First Date does not include every car anything I ever drove. Actually, now that I think about it, the Fury wouldn’t be on this list – at least not always.

Frat Party Flashback

FSK

Cruising into work this morning  (at a snail’s pace – thanks again, photo radar!!) and this song comes on the radio… What a stupid piece of shit song, right?  Well, it’s also nostalgic (in a pathetic, demented sort of way). first time I heard it was at the FSK house (at a kegger – big…

Get a Date, Don’t Be Late

FSK

Tickets to Founders Day Banquet: $20 Ride with some goof named Al: Free Getting a semi-hot date you have absolutely no chance of scoring with 40 minutes before the party starts?: $20 (for the tickets, dipshit). You can get shot down for free anytime you want, and pretty much every time you don’t want. Cheesy…

my future wife

Yeah, this could totally not be the worst idea ever. —–Original Message—– From: Effects Hazards [mailto:zaujlrr@insightbb.com] Sent: Sat 2/24/2007 2:46 AM To: Wink Dinkerson Subject: How are you? My name is Ekaterina.Hi! How are you? My name is Ekaterina. I from Russia, city Cheboksary. To me 28 years. I shall tell to you about myself…

Proof that Chicago did not happen

See? Never believe what you read. No one I know was ever near Wrigley. In other news, never trust a fucking camera phone. One day’s CYA photo is the next day’s “beyond a reasonable doubt.” You have been warned. But not by me. I wasn’t there. If I was, I didn’t say anything to you…