Monday, May 10, 2004

Phase 2 update......It's been a while and for that I appologize. Lets just say its been a long three weeks or however long its been since I last posted. Allow me to summarize.....pretty much between final exams, moving out of the I house, 24, a worm taking over my computer, and masterbating (wink, wink), I just havent been able to find time to update my gay times. But dont fret, because Im finally on summer vacation, and you know what that means. Well yes....the girls of northwest ohio do show a little more skin and therefore appear hotter than ever, but thats not what Im referring to. I was referring to the fact that I have more time on my hands and as of now the plan is to update as much as I can. So without further a do, I would like to get started on a long past due post............

Something happened a couple weeks ago that I wanted to write about so badly, but I either couldnt find the time or the motivation to do so. So even though this event happened three weeks ago, Im going to talk about it anyways. This particular event took place in my film class. Im sitting in the back of the room being the quite being that I am, when all of a sudden I see this fat chick walk in. As she walked in I couldnt help but notice that her pants were halfway down her ass and she was wearing one of those tight shirts that revealed her stomach. Quite frankly it was disgusting as hell, and you all have heard me go on this rant before so Im not going there. Anyways, as she sat down I caught a glimpse of something that was even more disgusting, her thong. Right as I was going to spew, the professor walked in and started to lecture, so I held it. So during the lecture the professor starts to talk about things that might direct our interest away from a particular movie. For example....the environment we are in, actors we may not like, etc. So this fat chick with the thong raises her hand and says.....I ABSOLUTELY HATE EVERY MOVIE KEVIN BACON IS IN! The professor replies with a, "Well why's that?" Fat chick: "WELL BECAUSE I SAW HIM IN HOLLOW MAN AND EVER SINCE I HAVE JUST BEEN FREAKED OUT BY HIM!" That's when I jumped up and said, "YOU KNOW WHAT! I HAD AN EXPERIENCE LIKE THAT AS WELL! JUST IT WASNT ABOUT KEVIN BACON, IT WAS ABOUT GIRLS AND THONGS! YOU SEE, I SAW THIS FAT CHICK WALK INTO MY FILM CLASS ONE DAY AND SHE WAS WEARING A THONG! NOW EVERYTIME I SEE A GIRL IN A THONG, HOT OR NOT, I CANT HELP BUT IMAGINE WHAT A DISGUSTING SIGHT IT WAS....THAT FAT CHICK IN THE THONG! WAIT...COME TO THINK OF IT....IT WAS YOU!!!!!" Ok ok....so I didnt say that, but my point is fat chicks, and fat chicks ONLY, keep your blubber where no one can see it. The world is a better place without having to see your fat ass cracks and rolled over stomaches. Thanks you.

So summer is finally here and I must say Im not as happy as I thought Id be. Last year I was more than happy to get out of the A house due to the fact that I didnt know ANYONE in that building the entire year. The same was almost true this year, as my only link to the outside world was Aaron Sarver and Matt Nabors, my high school buddies who just happened to be my roommates this year. Ok ok....so we set that up, but the truth is I wasnt all that social with my floor. That is until the last two weeks. Im still not sure what triggered it, but all of a sudden I became more social with people on the floor I only recognized, and they became more social with me. Right now it kinda sucks, because there were all those people that I coulda shared more time with, and I opted not to until the last two weeks. I really dont know where Im going with this. I guess I just wanted to give them all a shout out, and if you lived on my floor and talked to me more than once during the last two weeks of school, you are included in this, and let them know that it wasnt the fact that I didnt like you, it was just the fact that I was afraid to get to know you. And now that the school year is over, I hope you keep in touch and let the dirty north live on forever!!

So the past month has been really tough for me to swallow when it comes to television and movies. For example, Ryan Chappelle was killed in 24. That was devistating for me. I mean, what did that guy ever do to anyone?....besides be an asshole of a boss. Another scene that really hurt to watch was the scene in The Punisher where his family gets murdered gang style. All these however dont even come close to my all time most disturbing scene in a movie or television show. What is it you ask? Well calm down and let me tell you. This particular scene comes from the original Home Alone. If you recall, right before Michael Jackson's boy toy is about to take down the robbers, he makes himself a nice macaroni and cheese dinner. However, right as he is going to dig in, the clock strikes nine and he is forced to go prepare himself for home invasion instead of eat. As a result, the delicious plate of mac and cheese is left sitting on the table all by its lonesome. OMG.....it hurts just to think about. Serously, I know Im obsessed with food, and mac and cheese in particular, but who leaves a perfect plate of microwavable mac and cheese behind? I always wondered what happened to that plate. Did he go back and eat it later? Did he give it to the birds the next morning? God only knows. All I know is that that is the most disturbing scene Ive ever seen, and my god have mercy on his soul for not eating it!

Well folks thats all for tonight! I hope to update later on this week, but who knows if Ill have enough to talk about by then. After all, its summer time which means my life in terms of interesting events is at an annual low. Until next time......

Will Bdoff actually have a profound effect on fat chicks in thongs, or will they continue to wear what they please dispite his aggressive protest? Does Bdoff really miss his fellow dirty northerners, or is he just saying that to make himself look good? Is Bdoff a huge moron for ranting on about a dish of mac and cheese from a movie? Find out next time...same gay time, same gay place.


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