Tuesday, March 04, 2008

no sir, i don't like it.


several things you will never see me do:

- turn the channel when man vs. wild is on
- turn the channel when hannah montana is on
- claim to be a real man (see hannah montana comment above)
- eat relish
- willingly listen to hip hop
- drop LSD in my eyelid
- praise nickelback
- utter nickelback's name without spitting immediately afterward
- set foot in delaware
- clip my cell phone to my waist
- tuck in a t-shirt
- willingly watch a james bond movie
- figure out why danny rose is so sexy
- finish the NY times crossword without raising both arms and taking a victory lap
- use the word "belly" without cringing
- drink merlot with mexican food
- finishing a killer joke without acquiring some high fives and a few "am i right???"s
- sit through a PG-13 horror movie again
- say the word "stroganoff" without giggling
- screen a phone call from vin diesel
- stop calling anyone and everyone dude
- stop aspiring to be "the dude"
- refuse a solid nickname, like T-Bone or The Enforcer
- play volleyball without trying to hurt someone
- get a killer clown tattoo
- beat murph at raquetball without informing the press
- send murph $8
- not laugh at serious insane clown posse fans
- not be ashamed of being a staind fan
- stop listening to staind
- be the first on my street to shovel the walk
- party like a rock star
- refuse to hang out
- own a mini van that doesn't have spinnahs and tinted windows
- stop quoting the juggernaut cartoon


git it:
"carolina", by andrew kinney and ben gibbard

watch:
the darjeeling limited

random hip hop gangster shout out to:
the soon-to-be doctor garrett mccandless. saving my prostate for you buddy.

3 comments:

karl said...

oh how i miss thee. in a totally manly way, of course.

ylmurph said...

Hannah Montana?
and I've seen you tuck a shirt in
oh...and I'll get that $8 one way or another...you can bet your tucked in shirt on it mister

and really I'm just commenting so you'll get off your tail and write another post already

Daniel said...

Not to brag or anything, but I think it's due to an exciting combination of pasty whiteness, aolescent-like acne, and the wad of lint that gathers in my belly button daily.

I love you T-Bone.