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Monday, March 31st, 2003 | 2:25 pm |
When wrestling fans talk history Me: dude, remember Jean Pierre L'Feit... or however you spell that name? Mike: Jean=Pierre Lafitte! Mike: EEEEEVOILL PIRATE MENACE Me: yeah, Jean Lafitte was an actual French pirate Mike: He was also one half of the Quebecers. Me: he fought in the war of 1812 Mike: Really? Mike: How long ago was that? Me: ... Me: between the world wars Mike: Oh you mean between 2 and 3? Me: yeah Me: those Mike: When the British invaded Egypt to get back the Pyramids? | Wednesday, March 19th, 2003 | 10:29 pm |
My new pic is thanks to John. He's awesome. That is all. | Thursday, January 23rd, 2003 | 3:26 pm |
For the Gentlemen in the Audience Torrie Wilson will be doing a pictorial for Playboy Magazine soon. No other details are available yet. Past WWE stars, Sable and Chyna, posed for Playboy and their issues went on to become some of the highest selling Playboy issues ever.
Some are concerned that allowing Wilson to pose for Playboy could give her a big ego, as it contributed greatly to Sable and Chyna's egos which eventually caused problems between them and WWE. However, Wilson is described as one of the nicest people in WWE right now.
credit 1wrestling.com | Tuesday, November 19th, 2002 | 12:01 am |
Words of wisdom from Jack:
ChefJack991: History sucked. Schulman for God.
All obey. | Tuesday, November 12th, 2002 | 2:30 pm |
For all y'all rasslin' fans out there Saturday, Dec. 7 - Pensacola, Fl: RAW brand house show Tuesday, Dec. 10 - Atlanta, GA: Smackdown! taping Saturday, Dec. 14 - Jacksonville, Fl: I have no fucking clue what brand this show is, but it'll probably be a rehearsal for the PPV Sunday, Dec. 15 - Ft. Lauderdale, Fl: Armageddon, PPV
Anyone interested? | Wednesday, October 30th, 2002 | 8:37 pm |
Now it's time for JON'S take on Heather I won't say I don't care about her and I don't think anybody else said they don't care about her. That would be hypocritical. Apparently, we do care. We care very much. We (and this excludes those who disagree with this statement) DON'T WANT HER IN OUR LIVES! We CARE to not have her in our lives. She has proved herself time and time again to be a manipulative, melodramatic, pity-whore. I offer to you: DO NOT PITY THE WHORE!
Mike can say that she makes him happy yet it's his feelings that make him depressed. It's all or nuthin', Sparky. Your feelings are your responsibility no matter what they are. You have felt the happiest ever around her and you've also felt the worst ever around her.
We have seen the damage she is capable of through Joe and Ryan now. If you really feel the need to be friends with her you go ahead, I don't see anything wrong with that. But keep your distance. | Friday, October 25th, 2002 | 11:56 am |
| Wednesday, October 23rd, 2002 | 4:12 pm |
Maybe you've seen this, maybe you haven't, either way it's MY JOURNAL AND I CAN POST WHAT I WANT! Maybe you've seen this, maybe you haven't, either way it's MY JOURNAL AND I CAN POST WHAT I WANT! *runs away crying like every bitch who's ever said this in their journal*
Now, enjoy:
Subject: Tandem Writing
From a class exercise offered by an English professor at the University of Phoenix:
"Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right. As homework tonight, one of you will write the first paragraph of a short story. You will e-mail your partner that paragraph and send another copy to me. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story and send it back also sending another copy to me. The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back and forth. Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order to keep the story coherent. There is to be absolutely NO talking outside of the e-mails and anything you wish to say must be written in the e-mail.
The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached."
The following was actually turned in by two of my English students:
Rebecca (last name deleted), and Gary (last name deleted).
---------------------------------------------------------------- THE STORY: (first paragraph by Rebecca) At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the question.
----------------------------------------------------------- (second paragraph by Gary) Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17,?%?*?? he said into his transgalactic communicator. "Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit.
---------------------------------------------------------- (Rebecca) He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspapers to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully.
--------------------------------------------------------- (Gary) Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace Disarmament Treaty through the congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret Mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized poor, stupid, Laurie and 85 million other Americans. The President slammed his fist on the conference table. "We can't allow this! I'm going to veto that treaty! Let's blow 'em out of the sky!"
---------------------------------------------------------- (Rebecca) This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic semi-literate adolescent.
---------------------------------------------------------- (Gary) Yeah? Well, you're a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium. "Oh shall I have chamomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of FUCKING TEA??? Oh no, I'm such an air headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele novels."
---------------------------------------------------------- (Rebecca) Asshole. ---------------------------------------------------------- (Gary) Bitch. -------------------------------------------------------- (Rebecca) DICK! --------------------------------------------------------- (Gary) Slut. --------------------------------------------------------- (Rebecca) Get fucked. ---------------------------------------------------------- (Gary) Eat shit. --------------------------------------------------------- (Rebecca) FUCK YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL!!! ---------------------------------------------------------- (Gary) Go drink some tea - whore. **********************************************
(TEACHER) A+ - I really liked this one. Only group to get an A. | Monday, October 21st, 2002 | 11:55 pm |
I'm suddenly in the mood for yogurt covered raisins.
mmmmm.... yogurt covered raisins.... | Friday, October 18th, 2002 | 11:24 pm |
When I was younger I had imaginary friends. They'd annoy me so I'd throw them out my window. There is definitely something wrong with me. | Saturday, October 12th, 2002 | 12:24 pm |
slayercutter58? That's gay. slayercutter58: you sure look like a pastry to me bitch slayercutter58: get in my belly slayercutter58: frequently asked questions: who is this Militant Pancake: this is he who is called: I AM slayercutter58: you have misunderstood. i was falsy predicting what you would say slayercutter58: you know what would be funny slayercutter58: if you were fat Militant Pancake: now, don't look at me like that, fat man, I'm NOT a pastry slayercutter58: now that would be silly slayercutter58: im not fat but my friend wishes he was slayercutter58: would you like to see a picture of him Militant Pancake: no slayercutter58: come on it's funny Militant Pancake: that warms my heart, no slayercutter58: i know in your heart there's a little gay man that want's to see a picture of a nother man Militant Pancake: I digested that faggot a long time ago, no slayercutter58: oh that's too bad slayercutter58: the gays have all the fun slayercutter58: they get parades and flags and campy movies and cute cars slayercutter58: ahh... it's so wonderful slayercutter58: ect. slayercutter58: im not gay Militant Pancake: and they dress in tiger suits and rub their bodies in vasoline, that doesn't change the fact that I could give a fuck who you are and what your friend looks like slayercutter58: i really dont care iether but you seem like a nice guy slayercutter58: your talking to me arn't you Militant Pancake: so nice you called me a bitch in your first line to me slayercutter58: i was defending the fatasses slayercutter58: what state are you from slayercutter58: ill bet somewhere in the midwest Militant Pancake: midwest, southeast, barron north, doesn't change the fact that I don't own a car slayercutter58: niether do i bub slayercutter58: i just turned 15 slayercutter58: in fact im having my party today Militant Pancake: well it was awful nice of dad to let you use the computer slayercutter58: i guess they call people faggots everywhere slayercutter58: yeah but he has to watch me slayercutter58: and mommy too Militant Pancake: now go get your learner's permit and have a happy birthday slayercutter58: they saw me say bitch and got angry slayercutter58: oh boy ya mean it???? slayercutter58: your the greatest slayercutter58: i've always wanted my permit Militant Pancake: I think you mean "you're" as in "you are" slayercutter58: now i think your just trying to insult me Militant Pancake: I was trying to correct your spelling slayercutter58: i see Militant Pancake: it's a homophone Militant Pancake: could've happened to anyone slayercutter58: thanks chief Militant Pancake: anytime sport slayercutter58: yeah tiger Militant Pancake: piss off you underage pain in my ass Militant Pancake: sorry, slip o' the tounge slayercutter58: ok ok slayercutter58: thought so slayercutter58: that happens alot when your typing slayercutter58: ok i guess ill just go now Militant Pancake: I think you mean "when you're typing" as in "you are" slayercutter58: good talking to you mr pancake Militant Pancake: no it wasn't slayercutter58: well i guess the pleasure was all mine Militant Pancake: guess so Militant Pancake: bye now slayercutter58: bye bye
Well that was refreshing. How I miss random IMs.
Ready... Aim... | Friday, October 11th, 2002 | 11:42 pm |
All this time without an update and I give you THIS PILE OF CRAP!? Someone arranged my wrestling toys into a new and exciting brawl scene. Who the hell did that?
Tonight, Peter Bondra of the Washington Capitals scored a goal by shooting the puck off the wall behind the goalie, it bounced off the wall, hit the goalie in the back and went in the net. This is his rink, we just skate on it.
I'm gonna graduate soon, somebody buy me presents. | Wednesday, September 4th, 2002 | 9:19 pm |
I'm Tibbot O'Malley, son o' Captain Grace O'Malley, brother o' Spitfire (played by Es). | 5:05 pm |
Yo ho ho and a bottle o' rum Goin' to a pirate-fest in a few weeks and I need a pirate name. Any suggestions? I'm prolly gonna be an American, English, Irish, or Scottish mid-shipman so I don't want any stupid French, Spanish, Chinese, Japanese, Arabic, Portugese, or any other notoriously pirating nationality type name.
And Ryan, call yo pappy.
YARRRRRR! | Monday, September 2nd, 2002 | 6:14 pm |
I gotta say, Mail Call on the History Channel is really kick ass. People write in questions about military history or technology or technology history and the Drill Seargent from Full Metal Jacket answers them.
Ever wanna know: How many g-forces the human body can take? What was in a WWI backpack? What makes the Samurai sword so formidable? How many pieces were in a medieval knight's armor? Are there any completely amphibious vehicles? How do you drive a tank?
Unfortunately it does not answer the question: Why is Jonathan Schulman such a damn nerd? | Tuesday, August 27th, 2002 | 1:19 am |
Mike's take on my hot French teacher Johny BagODonuts: How old is your French teacher? Militant Pancake: I dunno Militant Pancake: why d'you ask? Johny BagODonuts: Im gonna ask her out. Militant Pancake: NEAT! Johny BagODonuts: We can go get croissants together Militant Pancake: lol Militant Pancake: she's Italian, you can get an anti-pasta Johny BagODonuts: Ok, we can get spaghetti or some shit Militant Pancake: yeah Militant Pancake: some shit like that Johny BagODonuts: Ill be like "Do you have any Italian in you?" and shell be like "Yeah, I'm full-blooded Italian actually." And ill be all like "So... wanna fuck?" | 12:38 am |
Alright, I'll just say it: My French teacher's kinda hot. | Monday, August 26th, 2002 | 11:11 pm |
The other night I dreamt that I went to Walmart to buy a toothbrush. How dumb is that? | Wednesday, August 21st, 2002 | 11:21 pm |
I'm Johnny Bravo Well when I get done with you, you won't be Johnny NOTHIN'! ...Wow... That wasn't even... clever... HA! Current Mood: amused | 2:33 am |
Looks like that's all for tonight. Until next time, this is Ryan, Jon, and Stephanie signing off on another episode of "We Laugh at Your Drama".
G'NIGHT! |
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