Objectifying Women....

The system is winning. the assholes are losing.

yesterday Madison Botsch's Blog died.... it was attacked and the constitution of the united states failed in its sole duty of protecting the civil liberties of its constituents.

the blog was awesome.

and the forcing of it's author to delete it iis an impediment of our right to free speech and self expression. absolute horse shit. anyone who complained needs to stand up spread their feet a shoulders width apart, jump up and down and get the sand out of their vagina.

take a salt lick and walk it off, quit being a little bitch. we have rights for a reason, you should be allowed to objectify whoever the fuck you want. and if people are offended, well thats their own damned fault.

you can't be held responsible to appease the sensibilities of everyone, especially all the weak-minded politically correct liberal pussies. it's all these crack smoking pot dealing tree hugging hippies spreading the word of "peace" and "understanding" trying to make us all get along. thats the fucking problem. it isn't wrong to objectify women, its just natural.

we are men, we are biologically inclined to see women in a superficial manner. you have a problem with that, then take it up with God and leave me the fuck alone. i'm going to say whatever i damn well please from here on out, and i'd suggest that you do the same.

don't listen to those oppressing your god given right to say what you want. and remember, Objectifying Women is not evil, it is not even wrong, it is simply natural. and expressing this objectification isn't wrong or evil either, it's just offensive, and if this offends you, then suck it up and keep reading. because you're in for a world of hurt.

I'll leave you with this. Madison Botsch's Blog was an inspiring work of genius, expressing the humor and had a no shit attitude that brought us all the enlightened laughter we sought out so often in our younger days... props to him, and kudos to his late blog...

and if i DID offend you, let me know, i'll take notes, and make sure to let you know beforehand in the future, so maybe i can get a reaction video when you read something about yourself.

it's time we fight to take back out lives and our freedoms. and in this fight, the Pen is far mightier than the Sword.

i'll be offending again shortly... in the meantime

Lots of Love,

TRIP

Read Madison's farewell Post

Immagration laws...

This is a “must read”, all the way through !!!

**i'm sorry for getting political on y'all, but some things need to be shared...

1. If you migrate to this county, you must speak the native language

2. You have to be a professional or an investor. No unskilled workers
allowed.

3. There will be no special bilingual programs in the schools, no special ballots for elections, all government business will be conducted in our language.

4. Foreigners will NOT have the right to vote no matter how long they are here.

5 Foreigners will NEVER be able to hold political office.

6. Foreigners will not be a burden to the taxpayers. No welfare, no food stamps, no health care, or other government assistance programs.

7. Foreigners can invest in this country, but it must be an amount equal to 40,000 times the daily minimum wage.

8. If foreigners do come and want to buy land that will be okay, BUT options will be restricted. You are not allowed waterfront property. That is reserved for citizens naturally born into this country.

9. Foreigners may not protest; no demonstrations, no waving a foreign flag, no political organizing, no badmouthing our president or his policies, if you do you will be sent home.

10. If you do come to this country illegally, you will be hunted down and sent straight to jail.


Harsh, you say? The above laws belong to the immigration laws of
MEXICO!

Love Always,

TRIP

as wrong as their tactics are, their ideas are on the ball, and the statistics are researched and accurate... so before you condemn the actions taken in this video, listen to the speech, and recognize the importance of the message...

I Hate College, Mass Maritime Tribute...

this is originally by someone from SUNY Maritime who obviously hates the Maritime Academy there as much as we hate this one here.

so enjoy,
and don't forget to click on an ad or two while you're here, help a brother out.



I'm nice right now? man
I-I feel like shit
Since we dont have a drink
Would you please put middle fingers in the air?
That party last night never happened so no one taped it
No dances and all the girls here we dont want naked
cant Drink beer and cant smoke weed but my friends are all with me
Pass out at 12, wake up at 5, dont know how im gonna surviveMan, I hate college

Can you please tell me, what is college life
Sip some coffee and drink Gatorade Lime
Im Thirsty Thursday and every other night, right
We dont buy food here so we pay the price.
So fill up my cup, let's get fucked up
Wait theres no table, what the fuck?
I am champion at running laps
Usain Bolt aint even as fast
Don't even bounce, not from Schuylers house
And If you leave it your gonna get beated
Times always wasted since were not getting wasted
Woke up today and all I could say is
Um, That party last night never happened so no one taped it
No dances and all the girls here we dont want naked
cant Drink beer and cant smoke weed but some friends are right with mePass out at 12, wake up at 5, dont know how im gonna survive

Man, I hate college, ay! Theres no drinking, ay!
Theres no women, ay!
Man, I hate college

I can't tell you what I learned from school but
I could tell you a story or two, um
Yeah, of course I learned some rules
Like don't pass out with khakis on(Get the Pinks!)
And don't leave the room 'wit no shoes on(No, we're not leaving)And don't have sex if your too gone
When it comes to condoms put two on(Trust me)
Because you might find out shes got a bigger shlong
Hold the guidon, nothing wrong with some drill(Here, hold this)Even if we did lose sleep from the watch bill
Times always wasted since were not getting wasted
Why did I come here? Just so I can get payed?

That party last night never happened so no one taped it
No dances and all the girls here we dont want naked
cant Drink beer and cant smoke weed but my friends are all with mePass out at 12, wake up at 5, dont know how im gonna survive

Man, I hate college
Theres no drinking, ay!
Theres no women, ay!
I hate college

Now if everybody would please
Put their middle finger as high as they can
As high as they can(As high as they can)And repeat after me
Run! Run! Run! Run!Run! Run! Run! Run!

Pushups! Pushups!Pushups! Pushups!

No talkin on the MUG path! No talkin on the MUG Path!No talkin on the MUG path! No talkin on the MUG Path!

Your Wrong! Your Wrong!Your Wrong! Your Wrong!(That party last night)
Man, I hate college

I hate it!(That party last night)
Alright everybody, I gotta clean the heads for a little bit
That party last night never happened so no one taped it(No one taped Shit)(it aint going down)
No one dances and all the girls here we dont want naked
We cant drink beer we cant smoke weed but some friends are right with me(No one fucking dances)
Pass out at 12, wake up at 5, i dont know how im gonna surviveMan, I hate college
Did I really have to go here?
Or did i want to ruin the best years of my life?

MARITIME ACADEMY: Where The Fun Goes To Die

Elections

So tomorrow marks the beginning...

it is the first of four days of speeches and presentations i need to give in an attempt to secure the election to the soon to be vacant seat of Student Government Association Secretary. Over the next 4 days i will be speaking to the individual classes alone, in an attempt to secure their vote.

I have 2 contenders in this election, and tomorrow the three of us will face off in front of the Freshman class....

yes, as ashamed as i am to admit it, i must stoop to the level of trying to impress the freshman class tomorrow morning

Here's what i got so far... bear in mind i'm making this up as i go... :

"

Good morning, My name is Third Class Justin O'Donnell, and i'm running for your SGA secretary.

Alot of you know me, and for those who don't, it's only a matter of time. whether or not that is a good thing is a hotly debated subject amongst your squad leaders and company level officers, but i digress.

one major thing to know about me is that i'm a realist, i don't confuse myself with a diluted fantasy. I'm not going to stand up here and tell you all about my amazing school spirit, and my drive to represent you all to the best of my ability, and all about how i'm some miraculous survivor of an atrocious accident that should have left me crippled for life, yet here i am, a story of inspiration, and an individual possesing such personal courage that you should all aspire to emulate my very attitude and methods of living...

no, because if i got up here and told you any of that then i'd be lying, simple as that... and i'm not here to deceive anyone, least of all myself. so for the record, i am not going to sail to an overwhelming victory in this election based upon my heroics in Vietnam, or my current ongoing struggle with skin cancer... besides i think John McCain already tried that last year...

and as i try not to deceive myself about my own intentions, i don't want to let anyone, myself or anyone else here be deceived by yours.

seeing as how its not even 0800 and you're already awake dressed and sitting listening to boring speeches, i'm going to bet that you aren't too enthused to be here right now.

theres over 300 cadets in you're freshman class, and i'm willing to bet that 80% of you could care less what the results of your election are. and of the other 20%, well i'm sorry if this speech is disappointing you. but lets deal with it and move on why don't we?

Now in preparation for this speech i sought advice from several people, before eventually falling back on my first instinct to just say whatever the heck came to mind when i got up here.

Mr Merz asked me what i thought i could bring to the SGA, and honestly its simple,

i'm a man if ideas. and i'm full of them, some rotten, some extraordinary, but all of them unique, and guaranteed to break the mold. maybe my ideas can bring a little more success to the SGA, like o i don't know, getting the ED heroes more enthused about school activities. Sparking interest in whats going on to a point where maybe at the next election, those 80% dozing off right about now actually give a damn and come here interested in who's going to take over and what they can do to help?

just so you know, on a serious note, i'm an open book, a sympathizer with you underclassmen, and i was in your shoes just last year, and i have a multitude of ideas that would be of great help in increasing the standard of life at the academy, especially on weekends for those of us who live here full time...

i'm also a man of action. this is a big deal with me. my biggest pet peeve is someone with great ideas who doesn't act upon them. when those ideas come to mind, they may make the difference between success and failure, and sometimes the absurdity of them drives people to disregard their own ideas. this is unacceptable.

sometimes this stuff goes through and makes for an amazing outcome.

you may not all be aware of the fact, but this year some people attempted to start a LARPing club on campus. and just an FYI, they succeeded, because they didn't let a crazy idea go unspoken.

so before any of you go off on a brainfart trying to figure out what the heck LARPing is i'll tell you... it stands for Live action role playing... just like in Role Models...

now i don't know about all y'all, but i think Role Models was an awesome movie, and how sick do you think it would be if the SGA worked with the LARPing club to put together a battle Royale on campus sometime in the spring?

C'mon no kidding here, i know i made fun of those kids in high school too, but then i saw that movie and it changed my life. imagine, Battle Royal on the Parade Field in the spring with 7 armies... company rivalries get medieval, now that's what i'm talking about.

now thats just one absurd idea, but imagine we could do it as a fundraiser and suddenly it ain't so absurd anymore.. just think about that one for a bit.

but to clarify my point, ACTION is where its at, ACTION is where the problems are solved, ACTION is what we need, you need someone who is going to DO, not just get up here and talk.

and i promise you i am the man you need for following crazy ideas... just look at my record, i'm running for SGA secretary on a whim of a belief that i have a chance?

and i'm enlisted in the United States Army....

who gets crazier ideas than that.??

i'm gonna leave you with a quote right here, because i recognize the fact that you really did all come here just to get out of inspections and MoFo, and i don't want to force you to listen to me much longer.

last night i got China Chef, Combo D, you know, the maritime standard. and my fortune cookie i found oddly fitting.

it read as follows : "Action is the root of all Victory"

So i ask you to vote for me and support my venture and my crazy idea.

again, if you dont know me yet,

my name is Justin O'Donnell

My Friends call me TRIP,

hopefully next semester you can call me Mr Secretary...

lots of love y'all,

TRIP

My Modest Proposal

I'll preface this entry with a small note,

i wrote this piece a while ago for an english class, i ended up getting a perfect score on the assignment, which was to parody Jonathan Swift's Timeless Classic, "A Modest Proposal: For Preventing The Children of Poor People in Ireland, From Being Aburden to Their Parents or Country, and For Making Them Beneficial to The Public"

without Further ado, i give you my very own:

A Modest Proposal
For the elimination of the issue of Illegal Immigration, by means of the Most Extreme Citizenship Experiment.
In the manner of Jonathan Swift’s “A Modest Proposal”


It has come to my attention that there is enough illegal immigrants living in these United States of America to make the citizen population a minority. In recent times this has caused a great deal of controversy, or so some of my acquaintances tell me. My very entertaining Hispanic friend, Jesus, delivered this wonderful method of dealing with the crisis to me. However, before understanding my solution, I must first fully relate the full and obnoxiously grand scale of the problem. As of last week it was evident to me that illegal immigrants have fully and thoroughly invaded this vast and grand nation. I would place a wager that each of us knows at least two or three of these invaders; it was very surprising to learn that one of my friends was an illegal invader. Naturally, the revelation of Jesus’ identity shocked me utterly and completely. Nevertheless, he revealed the complete set of issues, which accompany the invaders coming into American society. While in the country, illegal invaders subvert our language and culture, cost millions in government expenditures, and provide no overall positive influence or entertainment to American society.

It is a well-known fact throughout the world that the unofficial official language of this wonderful nation, The United States of America, is English, the Language of her founding fathers. Out of the nearly 700,000,000 people who are natural or legal citizens of America, we can estimate that approximately 699,747,993 of them can fluently speak, read, and write English. This figure is an approximation made by the English Language Assertion Society. The ELAS is a national organization devoted to making the English language the official language of the United States and her Territories. Another well-known fact about invading illegal immigrants, often they cannot speak the English language, never-mind reading or writing. This problem leads to our liberal society blaming itself, and trying to correct the system by subverting English in America and making Spanish a prominent language in the country. The invaders’ refusal to speak in English has created a subculture in American Society. Perverse subversion of American culture is an atrocity in the most basic sense and we can stand for it no longer. A Spanish-speaking culture has made a move to conquer and destroy Anglo-American Literature and arts.

Many invaders come to America claiming poverty and lack of money in their home nations. I do wish to make it blatantly obvious to these illegal invaders that in their coming they have been costing honest Americans much of their hard earned money. JRT Financing companies reported that the Immigration and Naturalization Services spend approximately twenty billion American dollars each year, tracking and deporting the invaders who come here illegally. The INS raises this money through Government taxing of the ordinary average American Citizen. I would like to point out that the invading parties do not pay taxes. These people utterly drain our national economy, and in no way make a valuable contribution to the efforts of the United States. These invaders also partake in trafficking drugs, such as marijuana and cocaine, trying to make a financial profit in America. I do find it a surprise that these people would risk breaking our laws so soon after arriving in our country, but they often get away with it anyway. The U.S. Coast Guard, along with the FBI and DEA, spends billions each year in anti-drug operations; often unsuccessful I might add. We know that the total yearly operation costs for the INS, U.S.C.G., The FBI, DEA, and U.S. Border Patrol, often top out at more than five hundred billion dollars. The immigrant invasion is simply too expensive to continue. I believe something serious must be done to counteract the negative economic effects of the invasion.

A disturbing trend has come to my attention during the recent years of the invasion. Once the invaders are in the country, they have trouble finding work or other ways to be of a positive effect in American society. They feel content to sit on comfortable sofas watching stolen cable all day, while collecting weekly welfare checks from the liberal American Government. The ones that can find work do so negatively, taking jobs from the ordinary American “working stiff.” Employers seem to enjoy hiring invaders to do labor for cheaper wages than those that American citizens deem acceptable. The aftermath of this illegal labor scandal has put approximately twenty-seven million Americans out of work, and that number is constantly increasing. This mass unemployment has had hard-working American citizens out of work and out of money, while foreign invaders take their jobs and destroy their pride. Invaders who could make a positive influence in professional sports or other avenues of entertainment cannot, for fear of deportation. Another negative aspect of the invasion is an increase in crime. The leading independent researcher has shown that the illegal immigrant population of the U.S. prison system is 42 percent. Invaders come to America, and then turn to crime when they become upset with the living conditions that they have created for themselves. I do believe that immigrants have no positive influence on society with the present state of affairs. If Americans are ever going to reclaim their pride in their nation, and an uncorrupted society, then we must take serious action soon.

I believe drastic action is necessary to quell the invasion and reclaim America. The first step will be to establish a demilitarized zone between America and Mexico. The DMZ should stretch from the Rio Grande, about fifty klicks (approx. 30 miles) into the state of Texas. This DMZ will be the sight of America’s ingenious new national security precaution, and the world’s newest and most popular reality television show, MXC: MEXICAN EXTREME AMERICAN CITIZENSHIP. My friend tempted me to fill the Rio Grande with peaceful alligators; however, Naturalist Steve Irwin convinced me that the vicious and deadly Pacific Stingray would have a more profound effect of intimidation. After they cross the river, the contestant’s presence will start a sensor, which will start a twenty-one minute timer. Within the twenty-one minutes, the contestant must run the five klicks (approx. 3 miles) to a large entrance way, whose gates will close after the time expires. If a contestant fails at this point, we will send him or her back to Mexico, for we already have an abundance of physically unfit peoples in America. If the contestant makes it through the gates in time, he or she will enter a large maze with sheer steel walls twelve feet high. On the walls of this maze will be two sets of directions, one in Spanish, and one in English. The Spanish directions will lead the contestant into a series of dead ends and wrong turns that will have them lost for an extended period. The English directions, however, will explain what is wrong with the other set, while giving the correct directions for the quicker route out of the maze. My Hispanic friend Jesus conjured the second part of the plan. I believe this idea is worthy of great reward to whoever created it, even a drunken invader. It was a brilliant notion to turn the MXC into a game, one especially made for reality TV. The true competition will begin with one thousand competitors on the Mexican shores of the Rio Grande. Conceptually, the idea will move the entrance of the maze back twenty-two clicks from its former position. We decided that contestants will embark on a twenty-klick (approx. 12 miles) bike ride, following the swim across the Rio Grande. After dismounting their bikes, competitors will embark on a five-klick run to the maze entrance. Conceptually the maze has stayed the same, other than only allowing the first four hundred competitors into the maze. The rules would also now allow physical contact as officials will grant only the first fifty competitors through the maze a finisher’s prize. They will award the finishers a green card, and have the chance to bring a spouse and their children to America. The finishers will then be set up for a meeting with an employment agency in America. Perhaps, the best prize they will receive will be the respect of their fellow Americans. MXC solves the problems of language and cultural subversion, excessive government spending, and the lack of usefulness found in immigrants.

MXC clearly solves the problem of linguistic differences between average Americans and immigrants. The notion of English language directions in the maze eliminates many problems with linguistics. These directions ensure that only immigrants who can read English passively will succeed in completing the maze. This, I believe, will go hand in hand with speaking and understanding the language. With most of the immigrant population speaking English, the basis of American popular culture will survive: music, literature, and the day-to-day conversation. I do find it unreasonable that anyone could possibly object to the many positive benefits of a homogeneous linguistic society.

Government spending will decrease greatly due to the MXC action plan. The MXC action plan reduces the need for government spending in tracking down illegal invaders. Some benefits of a single national language also spill into the category of government spending. Without multiple languages, the government will not need to spend excess amounts of money satisfying those who refuse to speak English in the American school system. I have it from a very good source that the Florida state government spends nearly fifty million dollars a year in search of teachers who are fluent in Spanish. They could completely solve this problem if the students in these schools simply learned to speak English. We will also completely eradicate the problem of anti-drug spending. I would safely guess, that those who sell the drugs would also partake in them. Any person who partakes in these drugs will not be in the physical condition needed to survive the MXC competition. Therefore, the various government agencies that deal with drug enforcement will save many millions of dollars each year due to the lack of drug problems. Perhaps those in government will argue that the development of the program will cost more than it could possibly save. I place a construction estimate of roughly three billion dollars on the project. Though it comes with a high price tag, the project would not cost the government a single dime over time. Some supporters have proposed that the government televise the competition as a monthly pay-per-view special. The money earned from the viewing would go toward recuperating the developmental costs. To ensure viewing by the public, officiators may alter or add parts of the course to keep the audience interested. Money wise, the MXC plan will affect the United States government positively.

Thanks to the MXC action plan immigrants will have an overall more positive influence, as a part of society. Once they have entered the country legally, immigrants are eligible to apply for legitimate jobs where they will make decent pay. Athletes, actors, and other entertainers can do their jobs without fear of persecution. Any immigrant who wishes to expand their education could now do so without applying for a student visa. Perhaps the most important improvement for immigrants will be the respect they receive from fellow Americans. Due to their improved status, immigrants will no longer need to partake in criminal activities to survive as a second class in American society. Immigrants will have an overall more positive effect on society.

To answer the question of MXC’s reliability, I have produced the results from my test run of the system. Six years ago, I approached the government of Mexico with my plan and explained the benefits to them. Needles to say, they thought the idea was brilliant. The Mexicans began to set up the system on their southern border. In the last five years, illegal immigration has come to a virtual stand still on Mexico’s southern border. In the recent years, the Mexican government has decreased their spending by phenomenal amounts. This vast decrease in government spending has led to a large decrease in taxation. Also, the lack of illegal immigration has made many jobs available to Mexican citizens. The combination of available jobs and lower government taxes has made for an improved standard of living in the nation of Mexico. The MXC action plan has had absolutely no negative effects on the nation of Mexico. I foresee only positive results if they carry out the MXC action plan in the United States.

MXC is a singular piece of genius, which will make America a more pleasant place to live. With the application of the plan, America will solve all the problems of illegal immigration. Others before me have proposed many solutions to the problem, all of which MXC has eclipsed and encompassed. National Guard troops would not have to patrol the border as a police group any longer. Devising harsher laws to deal with those companies that employ the illegal immigrants would not be necessary. The government would not even need to develop more efficient practices of dealing with the illegal immigrants themselves. After careful consideration, MXC is the easiest solution to the problem available to the United States Government. Not only is it the easiest, MXC is the perfect solution to immigration.

Until Next time...

TRIP

for your enjoyment...

French Joke...

There was a gathering of Generals in France a few weeks ago. There were Generals from America, England, Russia, Australia, New Zealand, Canada, and France.

The Language of the conference was designated to be English, seeing as how it was the easiest language for everyone to communicate with.

over the course of the conference everyone can see the French General, Francois, getting visibly upset and flustered with each passing conversation.

The Australian General asks him what was wrong, and Francois lost it and flipped out.

"Why must we speaka zee Engliish? my own tongue of la France is zee most beauutiful language on zee eaurth! It is a defiance of zee good faith of my Country in hating this conference to not use our own natiive tongue!!"

There was a brief moment of silence until the American General answered him:

"Francois, we are speaking English here today, because about 60 years ago, we all made some arrangements for you here to not be speaking German..."

That's all for now y'all,

TRIP

Shitty Post, Who Gives A Shit??

me? no..

you? no...

anyone? no...

your mother? there's a small chance...

but anyways, shit happens for a reason, right? bullshit,, shit happens to piss me off...

so i got a view on how this vacation from MMA went along... it sucked. straight up borring waste of shit time, and i would have been better off staying at school and doing something productive, like making money- something that i desperately need.

so anyways, i wasted a week, nothing productive happened, watched movies, was halfway entertained by siblings and old friends, ate food, didn't work out, didn't work, sat on my ass, did nothing for 5 days...

essentially thats all it was.

Maine? fuck it

Nattyboro? fuck it

Buzzards Bay? fuck it even harder...

i've come to realize something... the things in this world don't mean shit... breathing just passes the time till we all just get old and die, and we should have something a little more productive to do with this time?

i mean, come on!!

Black Friday???

what the fuck america?

wake the fuck up and realize how retarded you are.

you want to wake up at ungodly hours to get 20% off of something that was marked up 35% beforehand. so in essence you're payign the same god damn price?

all for what? christmas?

fuccck

do you know where christmas originated?

don't even say the birthday of Jesus, cuz you're full of shit if you believe that...

Christianity adopted the majority of its major religions from pre existing traditions of the cultures it conquered. it made for an easier transition for the subjected peoples. and yes just to let y'all know, don't be fretty about Islam being so violent, Christianity is the most violent religion in history. more blood has been spilled in the name of the cross and the pope than anyone can ever determine accurately.

but i digress....

Christmas is an Evolution of a Pagan Holiday. it was a holiday that Celebrated Masculinity. Men would gather together and enjoy a great feast. Following the feast, the men's wives were bound and beaten while they exchanged gifts. (this is the part of the tradition we kept, the gift giving). the beating and being left out of the gift exchange was a lesson to the women about male dominance. Through the rest of the festival, the women were subjected to many more lessons about male dominance, i'll let your imaginations fill in the details.

the capstone of the entire festival was an Orgy, only this wans't a normal Orgy. the women remained bound, and simply watched, as their husbands, and other males engaged in violent Sodomy(butt sex)...

this was supposed to be a lesson to Women about how they weren't even needed for Carnal Pleasures, as males could achieve this through Homosexuality, but that a woman's sole purpose was to bear children into the world, and be domestic servants to the men.

and that is the holiday we celebrate today, we gather together and celebrate the unity of families, by exchanging gifts. bullshit, if it were common knowledge the origins of this holiday, then Christmas wouldn't be nearly as prevalent holiday as it is.

we over do Christmas, with gifts and decorations, and music, and feasts... the practice of the pagans didn't completely disappear from the holiday until the 1300's, well into the time where they were celebrating the birth of their lord, by beating women and engaging in Gay Sex...

but all of that is superfluous, just as is most everything in modern day American society..

but nevertheless, who am i to complain about consumerism in america, its not like anyone will listen to a angry kid about the problems with morality in our nation. they're too busy feeding the criminals, and housing illeagal aliens, and living off of my hard earned and angrily paid tax dollars...

the liberal plague on this country has gone untouched for far too long.. and it is time someone fought back against the infection of bias and liberalism....

try not to delve too deeply into this

it's all true, but nevertheless, maybe i'm just in a terrible mood and felt like pissing someone off....

that's all i got for now y'all

lots of love..

TRIP....

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T-WHY-LIGHT

i hate twilight....

that is all...

love,

TRIP

How To Lose Friends and Alienate People...

Great movie, Great lesson...

but you know what, as miserable as the guy in that movie seems, he isn't at all,.

he's doing his thing, pissing people off, and enjoying life! what the hell? why can't i do that?

if i could make a living just by being me and pissing people off, then i would in a heart beat...

but anyways, i'm sitting here being bored watching the movie. and the guy just killed the actresses little lap dog.

and i couldn't help but laugh, i hate those things.

and besides, this movie reminds me of something. o yeah, the way myself and some others look at the world and how we see it.

people are retarded, lame, stupid and annoying, and someone needs to tell these assholes.

hell, the only thing i'm good at is pissing people off, and i love doing it, it takes no effort, its just easy to do. i tell people what needs to be heard, i don't sugarcoat stuff so these pussies can read something good and happy, i just call the shots as i see them and go for anger.

and why shouldn't i? fuck this world and their sensibilities, and fuck you too!

c'mon, if ya actually read this and keep coming back for more then you obviosly hate people as much as i do?

nothing about this blog makes any sense, and i'm realizing it, and i don't care haha.

suck it, shut up and read. and when you're done reading this, head on over to Madison Botcsh's Blog to read some more like minded bullshit. but thats all i got for you tonight,

yes, i'm drunk,

yes, i dont care

and NO, no video tonight.

shut the fuck up and deal with it.

that's all for tonight y'all.

-TRIP

Me and My Siblings Trip Out Sober...

like straight up tonight has been the most randomly interesting night ever... me and jade and bryan and josh and adam and jevens and mike and kenny and hannah and francesca and brett all sat in my living room and talked over the movie that was playing.. yup we talked.

and holy shit it felt likie i was trippin sack just listening to the shit coming out of our mouths..

Bryan was talking about giant squids assaulting him as he traveled over the Sagamore Bridge when he was like 5.

Jade is mimicking a tortoise as it attempts to eat a head of lettuce... i could not tell you why.

Brett spent most of the night in a daze asleep on the floor just trying to make sense of what was going on around him...

Hannah was behind him for the most part, but is now alive and making fun of Jamaicans with Jade.

Mike and Kenny were doing their usual Gay stuffs, humoring all of us.

Francesca is just beign oddly interesting cuz she's talking about stoners and hippies.

but the really funny part is that i think this is the first time in as long as i can remember that the entire family has been together in this house since like my junior year in high school... HOLY SHIT

wtf, o well, sorry that's all i got for you tonight. i'm watching the taking of Pelham 123, and to tell the truth is sucks, but w/e, i'll write a more interesting blog tomorrow...

till then...

TRIP....

My Friends call me "Trip"...

Everyone has a nickname, whether it's something they regularly go by, or something their ashamed to admit, but at one point in their life everyone has had a nickname...

I was fortunate, my nickname kinda came with my real name, O'Donnell, everyone just called me O-D.... simple, but effective.

but when i got to college that all changed.

i don't know how, don't know why, but someone (I believe it was OP or Garvey) began Calling me Triple OD... honestly noone could tell you the significance, and i'm not sure there is any at all..

but in the last 2 years it has been shortened even further, and my nickname as it is now is rather simple...

My Friends Call Me Trip...

don't ask.. but i kinda like it, so i'm just gettin the word out to all y'all. thats my name...

anyways on another note, I was thinking tonight...

I know, a rare thing, me thinking and all... but it does happen on occasion, and i am all for it when it does.

so i really have nothing to write about tonight, except that i decided to run for Student Government Secretary, just for shitz and giggles to see what happens...

i'm gonna have to come up with a fantastic strategy to muster up 350 nomination signatures, and write an Obama-worthy speech in order to win this shit....

fuck it, i'm gonna take the Ross Perot Approach to election politics...

I"M CLINICALLY INSANE! VOTE FOR MEEE!!!

but really, vote for me

But anyways our school realized today how much of a Cluster Fuck the SGA had gotten itself into, when half of the members of the Executive Board applied for slots in the Foriegn Exchange Program to Shanghai Maritime Academy.

Personally, I think it's friggin' awesome! now shitbags like me are running to take up the slots and fill the vacant seats that they are abandoning.

the Student Trustee position is also up for grabs. I thought about running for this, but i thought better of it when Ryan Lotti voiced that he wanted it. He's a good kid, and he'd do a good job, so he's got my vote, and my support. I only wanted to run because i hate the other 2 kids running, Adam Silvis, and Diana Metcalf...

as long as someone beats the 2 of them for the seat then i'm ecstatic. but unfortunately, since i've mentioned their names, i can't go into detail about why they shouldn't have the position without opening myself up to a lawsuit or some kind of legal action.... legal action is always a bad thing to have happening in my life...

so anyways, ya ya ya... O'Donnell for Secretary, Lotti for Student Trustee, good shit we get it.

SOO, back to what i was thinking about...

honestly i cant remember what i started out to write this blog about. i guess that makes this an insanely successful tangent in terms of random shit clogging up the arteries of intelligence on the interwebs... o well, deal with it.

i'm at a loss as to where to go with this, and i hope you enjoyed at least a lil bit of it, but if not, tough shit, tough love, its me, love me or hate me, just read me!

in the words of the biggest pussy bitch sell outs in the history of punk music,

- "I don't care what you're thinking about, just as long as it's about me."

as always, yours truly,

-TRIP

*this amused me

Did you know that the Russian words for 'Vodka' and 'water' are nearly identical in pronunciation?

and since i've come to college it seems that the two have become interchangeable...

o dear the past 3 semester's have been... eventful...

"why did i think drinking beer from a 7 Eleven big gulp was a good idea!? oh wait, because it was. yay college!"

-Stephanie Piccirilli

that quote pretty much sums it up... YAY COLLEGE!!

yay drunken nights..

drunken memories,

drunken loves,

and drunken mistakes...

jesus, i've only been in college for 3 semesters and 1 sea term... and i've already got more alcohol induced memories than i do sober ones...

i was drinking lightly last night, and decided to think back to them and relive all my highlights of college thus far.

theres really been too many to remember, but the highlights of each semester are easy enough to pull out of my mushy brain.

FRESHMAN YEAR- first semester....

UMD Shenaniganz....

enough said... but yes, i'll elaborate..

Alex Picozza, Bill Dunlop and myself decided to take a trip to UMass Dartmouth and get shitty... as we are walking around campus trying to run into my friends, we killed half of what we had for booze, and we were already shithoused when we made it to the party. by some miracle me and Dunlop help the beer Pong table for about 10 games, at which point we went to go to Jaggerbombs with Dave Jackson and Vee... it was not long until we blacked out... my vague memories of the night include a bunch of people beating the shit out of Dunlop while he was drunk, and both of us having to be dragged back to our rooms back at Mass Maritime...

sea term....

so sea term... the entire thing was one drunken blur to be perfectly honest.. but i'd have to say the funniest times we had were most definitely in the Virgin Islands...

there was a bar right off the pier, and i drank there for FREE for 3 entire days, all because i had a solid Irish accent, and the girl tending bar fell in love with me.

there was also the time in that run down dive bar, or what we thought was a run down dive bar, when Dunlop announced to the Entire island of St. Thomas that he had only 7 dollars left to his name.. no sooner did he say that than a giant hideous local woman came from the corner, grabbed his seven dollars and stuffed it in her bra, took him by the arm, and dragged him upstairs... Now what happened next was something Gillan should have gotten the Medal Of Honor for.. he rean up stairs after them, and sprinted back down carrying a screaming and protesting Dunlop over his shoulder....

it turns out the room upstairs consisted of 4 water-stained walls, and a rotting moldy mattress on a hardwood floor... no wonder she only cost 7 dollars... Ryan Gillan was the hero of that night, he kept Dunlop from contracting 37 different STD's in a single sitting...

Second Semester....

nothing that interesting happened Second semester, that is other than regularly getting trashed on campus, and nearly getting caught... taking trips to Dorchester to drink with the Puerto Ricans, and pissing of the Vietnamese kid who lives on the other side of campus... all in all it was a solid semster...

Sophomore Year Thus Far....

holy shit what a year...

the one major night i've had was a concert... Myself, Parf, and Powell went to go see Foredoes Me Quite at a bar in Taunton..

now them being one of my favorite bands, and it being Halloween, it was destined to be a great night.

so the opening bands are playing their sets, we are drinking, enjoying the music. when all of a sudden in walk people i know. Melanie, who i expected to be there seeing as her brother is the lead singer of the band, and Mandy, who i hadn't seen in over a year... and i knew right then i was gonna get absolutely trashed that night.

seeing as how none of us were 21, we couldn't buy any booze in the bar, so i acquiesced a bottle of UV blue Vodka, and smuggled it into the bar for myself and the girls. we pass it between us, and Mel's brother while he is on stage, getting the 4 of us completely shitty.... o well it happens. Foredoes Me Quite had to end their set early because Dallas was so shit-faced, and the girls had to split because Mandy could barely stand...

Now, Powell and Parf had been drinking heavilly on their own accord by this point, so we were all far gone, i was speaking gaelic and flipping out on strangers walking around Taunton. at this point i blacked out.

the next morning when i awoke i discovered something.. Powell's car no longer had a windshield, and all 3 of us were hungover as fuck, but we had managed to make it back to the cape... what happened during that venture is still a mystery to all of us....

as you can see, we have some pretty shitty shenanigans that happen in my life, and in my opinion it should make for fantastic reading material, but you know, if you didn't find that funny enough, there's always my visual entertainment provided by the courtesy of youtube...

i'mg going to bring this game to Mass Maritime

Underwear Goes On The Inside Of Your Pants....

**originally by 'LAZYBOY'

Why is marijuana not legal? Why is marijuana not legal?
It's a natural plant that grows in the dirt.
Do you know what's not natural?
80 year old dudes with hard-ons. That's not natural.
But we got pills for that.
We're dedicating all our medical resources to keeping the old guys erect,
but we're putting people in jail for something that grows in the dirt?

You know we have more prescription drugs now.
Every commercial that comes on TV is a prescription drug ad.
I can't watch TV for four minutes without thinking I have five serious diseases.
Like: "Do you ever wake up tired in the morning?"
Oh my god I have this, write this down. Whatever it is, I have it.
Half the time I don't even know what the commercial is:
people running in fields or flying kites or swimming in the ocean.
I'm like that is the greatest disease ever. How do you get that?
That disease comes with a hot chick and a puppy.

The schools now: It is all about self-esteem in the schools now.
Build the kids' self-esteem, make them feel good about themselves.
If everybody grows up with high self-esteem, who is going to dance in our strip clubs?
What's going to happen to our porno industry?
These women don't just grown on trees.
It takes lots of drunk dads missing dance recitals before you decide to blow a goat on the internet for fifty bucks.
And if that disappears, where does that leave me on a Friday night with my new high speed connection?

Masterminds are another word that comes up all the time.
You keep hearing about these terrorists masterminds that get killed in the middle east.
Terrorists masterminds.
Mastermind is sort of a lofty way to describe what these guys do, don't you think?
They're not masterminds.
"OK, you take bomb, right? And you put in your backpack. And you get on bus and you blow yourself up. Alright?"
"Why do I have to blow myself up? Why can't I just:"
"Who's the fucking mastermind here? Me or you?"

Americans, let's face it: We've been a spoiled country for a long time.
Do you know what the number one health risk in America is?
Obesity. They say we're in the middle of an obesity epidemic.
An epidemic like it is polio. Like we'll be telling our grand kids about it one day.
The Great Obesity Epidemic of 2004.
"How'd you get through it grandpa?"
"Oh, it was horrible Johnny, there was cheesecake and pork chops everywhere."

Nobody knows why were getting fatter? Look at our lifestyle.
I'll sit at a drive thru.
I'll sit there behind fifteen other cars instead of getting up to make the eight foot walk to the totally empty counter.
Everything is mega meal, super sized. Want biggie fries, super sized, want to go large.
You want to have thirty burgers for a nickel you fat mother fucker. There's room in the back. Take it!
Want a 55 gallon drum of Coke with that? It's only three more cents.

Sometimes you have to suffer a little bit in your youth to motivate yourself to succeed in later life.
Do you think if Bill Gates got laid in high school, do you think there'd be a Microsoft?
Of course not.
You got to spend a long time in your own locker with your underwear shoved up your ass before you start to think,
"You'll see. I'm going to take of the world of computers! I'll show them."

We're in one of the richest countries in the world,
but the minimum wage is lower than it was thirty five years ago.
There are homeless people everywhere.
This homeless guy asked me for money the other day.
I was about to give it to him and then I thought he was going to use it on drugs or alcohol.
And then I thought, that's what I'm going to use it on.
Why am I judging this poor bastard.
People love to judge homeless guys. Like if you give them money they're just going to waste it.
Well, he lives in a box, what do you want him to do? Save it up and buy a wall unit?
Take a little run to the store for a throw rug and a CD rack? He's homeless.
I walked behind this guy the other day.
A homeless guy asked him for money.
He looks right at the homeless guy and says why don't you go get a job you bum.
People always say that to homeless guys like it is so easy.
This homeless guy was wearing his underwear outside his pants.
Outside his pants. I'm guessing his resume isn't all up to date.
I'm predicting some problems during the interview process.
I'm pretty sure even McDonalds has a "underwear goes inside the pants" policy.
Not that they enforce it really strictly, but technically I'm sure it is on the books.

So There's This Band...

now if you know me, then you know that music is kinda what i do... pretty much all i do, i love music, it sounds weird to say, but realistically, i fucking breathe music.

what kinds of music you ask? jesus... to answer that?

all of it... for real i listen to just about everything...

Metal (ADTR, UnderOATH, Stutterfly, etc...)

Classic Rock (Zepplin, Kiss, Van Halen...)

90's alt rock (Gin Blossoms, Blues Traveler, Third Eye Blind)

Religious rock (The Almost, Creed)

Country (Zac Brown band, Taylor Swift)

Rap (Eminem, Fort Minor, Flipsyde)

Trance (Darude, DJ Sammy, Tiesto, Tieri)

Pop-Techno (Hyper Crush, LMFAO)

ok ok ok... i proved my point, i listen to every concieveable type of music and am knowledgeable of all of it.

but the last kind is what brings me here tonight....

Pop-Techno... these groups generally start out as DJ's that try and get big by covering and remixing popular songs, and it ends up being really catchy, and they are sometimes even half decent, but it is very rare....

Hyper Crush, and LMFAO are two great examples, and then you have DJ Coley Cole.. who just sucks...

but i found a new group, and they are called Pyro Fighter and they are actually half decent... i've only listened to a few songs so far, but it appears to be promising, so give 'em a listen, even if you don't like the genre, maybe you'll find it catchy enough to expand you're horizons...

Bloggin Pays....

for real, it does?

thats news to me. but anyways, check back here often ya know?

i write a new post just about every night, so i'll be sure to try and entertain you,

but you cant track on my daily exploits and rants if you aren't coming back and reading whats new every night.

ya never know, maybe one day i'll actually write something brilliant and put myself in a league of blogger's to be remembered for all of eternity... or at least until they come out with something better than the internet. if thats even possible...

but anyways, how about today?

today was an average day, not much happened, other than the fact that i learned that if i place ads on my blog, i get paid...

yup thats right, paid to blog. thats pretty much intensely awesome. and i love the idea of that. but it only works if you visit often, and click the ads... yeah YOU!!

thats right, i'm gonna go all Uncle Sam on you're ass! I WANT YOU! to come visit my blog and just click on an ad or two with some decent frequency. so i can make writing this blog for y'all worth it. you don't need to do anything after you click on the ad's just X out of the window for all i care, but c'mon and clink on them y'all.

anyways, as for the rest of my day. nothing much i woke up mad late (if you can call 0630 in the morning mad late... it is for me) and then went to Morning Formation, (Marching around looking like a damn silly fool), and then did some facebook creepin for a couple hours till it was time to go to the Colonel's American Government class, sat through that forcing myself to stay awake, and then wasted the day in the messdeck with Megee and some other people i dont really know until it was time for me to go to Dr. Ritschel's American Theatre class... o deary i love my boring Thursday schedule. funny thing is only 3 people showed up to my American Theatre class, so it was a shit show of an attempt at teaching.

and then the kicker... another Class with Colonel Dilliplane. only this wasn't my class, he asked me if i'd like to come sit in on the Freshman ROTC Class and help him out with it. you dont say no to you're commanding officer, especially when he's a full bird Colonel. so of course i went. damn it was boring.

the class was all about the importance of Physical fitness and having good goals in the military, being physically and mentally fit.

i guess that kinda makes sense to me, i mean who doesn't want to go to war with a positive attitude?

Attitude goes a long long way in a killzone....

these guys know how to have a good time in the sandbox over in the middle east... lol

You Know What Really Grinds My Gears?

stupid people... Stupid people really grind my gears!
yeah i'm talking about you, America!

nothing but a huge country full of a lot of stupid people. really really stupid people.

like take this one kid i go to school with. kid is socially retarded, can't take a joke to save his life, doesn't know when to shut the fuck up, and is just straight up generally annoying. and the worst part is, HE'S FUCKING STUPID!

now, i may not be the sharpest tool in the shed myself, but at least i'm not a complete bitch about it, ya know?

this kid (who shall remain nameless just so i dont get in trouble for harassment or nothing, cuz at this school, anything is possible when it comes to writing shit online!!! but thats a whole other post for a whole other time...) is taking, i believe, and i may be wrong about this, but i believe, only 12 credits (4 classes) because he is on academic probation.

-he cuts class on a regular basis "because he's tired"(i honestly haven't seen him in english for about 3 weeks)
-whenever he is in class, all he does is ask retarded questions and piss off everyone.
-constantly complains about how busy he is.
-never does homework, although he beat Halo ODST the weekend it came out, and he's most of the way through Modern Warfare 2 already.

but waiit! here we go! the straw that broke my back with my tolerance of him and his kind...

two weeks ago we were assigned a 5-6 page paper for our english class about our take on the American Identity presented in two plays we read blah blah blah you don't really care... but anyways, I started it tonight, its due tommorow, (i work well with a pressure deadline, what can i say?). so on my way to the library to get a start on it, i stop by his room to see if he has any notes i could breeze over quickly.
O my god, kid didn't even open the fucking door. and i can't even bear to type out the conversation i had with him. but this is a good enough summary.
-he was playing video games, (that much i could hear through the door)
-he didn't have any notes.
-he hadn't yet started the paper either (figures as much)
here's the kicker!
-he got an extension from the teacher because he was too busy to do it, and there was no way he could put together a 5 page paper in 1 night...



ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME???
now i'm usually a fairly understanding and tolerant guy, but that fucking crosses the line.
being stupid is one thing, being a stupid lazy shitbag asshole piece of donkey turd is another.


and here i sit, 2 hours, and 5 and 1/2 pages later, done with my paper, relaxing and blogging. and that little fucker is still upstairs playing video games, waiting until after the teacher discusses the paper's in class to write it...


"Fat Drunk and Stupid is no way to go through life son"

but if your gonna be stupid, at least be motivated...

Manchester!

Have you ever mentioned how you think it would be funny if someone would do something absolutely ridiculous, and then you get the one 'cool' kid in the conversation who's always all like "i'd fucking do it no problem" but then pussies out when it comes to actually doing it?

you know, that kid who makes fun of people who are afraid to jump off a 20 foot bridge to go swimming, but then chickens out...

well from now on, call the Manchester...

A friend of mine went to Norwhich University, and brought this back with him. Apparently a Manchester is a Dare on steroids, and if someone bitches out on a Manchester, then they are deemed a bitch for all eternity.

However, you can only call a Manchester after someone claims they can or would do something ridiculous, that they actually have no intentions of following through with...

EX: you : "dude, it would be insane if someone tornadoes* the Commandant's** office"

kid who thinks he's cool : "dude, i'd so do that, it'd be awesome!"

you : "MANCHESTER!!!"

*(completely 'trashes' for you non-military types)

** (HMFIC- head mother fucker in charge, for you non military types)

on a completely unrelated note.. this fat Iraqi kid is a straight 'G'

2 Whole Nights

shiiit, it's been 2 whole nights since i wrote a post, and i'm sad to say that other than me becoming infamous amongst the underclassmen for something i didn't do (see previous post) NOTHING HAS HAPPENED!!

it has been, simply put, and uneventful 2 days.

however, i feel obligated to write something vaguely amusing here for the 5 people who regularly read this shit.

so here we go, has anything at all happened that i can write about?

well today, me and Mark Brien went on an adventure to get money, and delicious sammiches.

and when we got back, Mr. Brien went on to create the greatest Pandora station ever conceived...

if y'all don't believe me then give a listen here.....

i continued to procrastinate working on any new photos for my portfolio, which if you're an artsy like person and enjoy photography you can check out here...

i was however vastly amused by Madison Botsch's view on life as always... the kid is a genius i tell ya, he's gonna make me famous one day.

and of course i finally finished my briefing project on Bill Clinton and how he disgraced the Presidency, and it has done nothing but to reaffirm my convictions that i must one day run for president. I'm getting an early start on the campaign, if you feel like helping out just check out the page here and join the cause....

but other than that i really got nothing for you kids tonight,

o, except ya, Me and Mr. ****** AKA Mr. Jeremy Letson, have made up, and the war between us is over, i'll be making a visit to the 05 later tonight to Celebrate the fact.

other than that i thank my few regular readers, and hope i didn't disappoint y'all too much...

and as always, i'm leaving with your viewing pleasure in mind. ;)

Well, I thought it was funny at least....

******- Name is obscured to save my own ass from getting in trouble...

So there Mr. *****, what is your most prized possession in the world i ask you?
DUH! it's obviously the strips of red tape on the ground outside my door, sheesh.

to understand where this is going you need to understand where it is coming from...

so here's a little back story.... Massachusetts Maritime Academy- Where the Unqualified Lead the Unwilling, to do the Unnecessary... AKA the worst excuse for a regimented Military Academy in the country. With a Cadet(student for all y'all out there unfamiliar with fancy shmancy military terminology.)

but anyways, I'm a sophomore there, and as thus I'm in the awkward position of kinda being friends with everyone... I'm good friends with quite a few Seniors, who are the Officers(people in charge) of the Regiment.... Mr. ****** is one of them... a 2 Bar officer, a Company Adjutant(essentially the most insignificantly small time position in the senior staff, but nonetheless important enough that he can write people up for disciplinary action if he wishes...) Now Mr. ****** thinks he's the shit, and that he's all important and omnipotent... not the truth, but who are we to burst his bubble?

ANYYWAYYSS.... where was I? O! Yeah!

So he's a senior and I'm a sophomore, and I'm friends with a few freshman too... here comes the catch, they are freshman in his company(that means he is kinda sorta almost in charge of them and making their lives miserable while he's here.)

can ya see where this is going?

well the problem lies in the fact that he hates them... every last one of them, for no other reason than that they are freshman...

but since he's an officer they keep going to him with questions... yup pisses him off royally

THE DEATH-ZONE

O yeah... he made a Death-Zone, as he calls it....

Mr. ******'s DEATH-ZONE consists of red electrical tape marking a 3ft X 4ft box outside his door, and if any youngie(a demeaning word for freshman) steps foot in it, then they will be subject to an extremely terrifying death by method of his choosing...

he's outlined various plans on how he would cause their painful and untimely death's... one such plan included a DEATH-ZONE security system armed with motion sensor-triggered Laser cannons, and perhaps even a De-atomizing energy burst that would transport them to the reaches of space and let them suffer as the vacuum of space tore their bodies apart to relieve the difference in air pressure between their lungs and the vacuum they are falling endlessly through...

in my infinite wisdom, i convinced myself that something needed to be done to fuck with this so called DEATH-ZONE..... thus i hatched-

THE PLOT....

the plot was simple, it called for the convincing of one of the freshman to do something stupid... now I'm sure it's the same here as it is at any normal college, that convincing a freshman to do something stupid is as simple as saying "HEY YOU! GO DO THIS!!" ... and they'll sprint off to do it in an attempt to be cool, whether or not you were serious.

so of course it wasn't that hard to convince a freshman he should go rip up the tape and move it over to in front of his own room.......

...hey I thought it was hysterical.. but apparently Mr. ****** didn't entirely agree.

he straight flipped the fuck out....

End Results and Consequences:

1. I am Banned from that floor of the building-(I think I'll actually steer clear for a lil while at least.)

2. I am Forbidden to talk to the Freshman in that Company. (good luck enforcing this one Mr. ******)

3. Violating either of those orders will get me placed on disciplinary report. (I Dare you...)

4. Mr. ****** is royally pissed off. (O Grow the fuck up and get your panties out of a bunch man.)

5. I had material to write this blog about. (thank god, i was about to go to sleep without amusing someone first.)

6. MOST IMPORTANTLY; I LOL'd. (that's right! I LAUGHED OUT LOUD!!! bitch...)

Moral of the Story:

Practical Jokes are part of life, SO GROW THE FUCK UP AND LEARN TO LAUGH AT YOURSELF!!!!

and that's all i have to say about that...

and as usual, I've provided some almost relevant viewing material for your entertainment.