me:What’s the omelet of the day?
that talks fast: five um taco bell pepper with these hair and grass
what i actually ate: chive onions, red bell pepper,swiss cheese,asparagas
Should you ever assemble a team together to run a heist in a building that is highly protected by security, make sure you have a solid team. Secondly, bring the proper tools to pull off your heist. Don’t kill the security…a simple neck chop works (I got to do it to bunch of people!!) The item that you are heisting is of no importance, what is important is the ability for your team to be successful. Lastly, and most importantly the timing of the celebration is key. You would think if you have the item secured and are on the way out of the building is a good time, but my team learned that you must make it out of the building, stay down and behind heavy objects. The snipers still have the advantage.
[cue Price is Right losing music] When someone’s done it better than you…honor them by invoking their words “Finally, carrying around a Parti-Yard Glass falls under an unforeseen professional responsibility.
Friday workday is going to be awesome…”
-Fry_Bread_Power, commenting on Meghan McCain ‘Vegas Tweet’
"due to several unforeseen professional responsibilities that are regrettably preventing her from traveling to Juniata" was the reason our campus community was given for the cancellation of Meghan McCain’s talk tonight on Blogging and being John McCain’s daughter.
I believe the actual reasons were because she was afraid of her destiny with me….have you seen her? She’s wicked-haht
The other reason could be that she has seen I.S@W and realized her blogging skills need to go back to the drawing board.
“With just 48 days to go until the election, this movement is the only thing standing in John Boehner’s way.”—Received this in an email from “Organizing for America” campaign. Truth be told, the guy seems very shady and I wouldn’t vote for him, but I just thought it hilarious that this was a virtual cock-block on Boehner. (how do you pronounce that name anyway?)
I heard a story yesterday that reminded me of my own. I was walking the strip in Vegas this past June, when my group of buddies and I happened to come upon a man arguing with a Michael Jackson impersonator. The guy looked as real as Michael and I thought briefly that it was a huge conspiracy. Perhaps Michael didn’t die and just wanted to perform on the street corner outside The Venetian in Vegas. My thoughts quickly resolved as I noticed Michael’s tactics to squash the said arguement. Michael started getting very huffy and chest bumping the guy like he was about to throw down. That’s when the pedestrian said what we were all thinking, “Woh woh, what’s with the violence? I thought Michael Jackson cared about peace and love. This is not how he would handle things.” That’s when Michael broke character and shattered the Santa Clause-like illusion that all of us had on that corner that evening with, “Yeah, well…I’m not fucking Michael Jackson now am I?”