so one of those good ol' medication commercials comes on. ppl r dancing through fields, playful puppies r romping about with joyous children. all is well and in absolute harmony as the announcer speaks of the headaches, nauseau, & rampant monkey infestation that is to follow. then the following takes place:
grandma: i took those for a little while
kyle: did u get any of the sexual side effects?
oh. man. i don't think grandma could hear him. ha, but oh man

dude, so did ya know that a racehorse averages a weight loss of between 15 and 25 pounds during a race? well gasp, me neither. that's whacked yo. don't say i never taught u anything.

i watched last comic standing this evening. i'm not big up on the tv but i was like ahh, what the hey, this is supposed to b funny. not so bad. this one guy, with excellent curly hair mind u, spoke of sharks... at least i think it was him... i dunno, but either way the curly dude was cool, ha, as if i'd ever say otherwise... another chick talked about how her spanish mother always got mistaken for their housekeeper. she was saying that it didn't help that her mother had poor english & would confuse the words chicken & kitchen. i make u some kitchen, she'd say with a thick spanish tongue, i put on the chicken counter. i fancied her as well. delightful. i dunno if i'd watch it all the time, but it's amusing enough for summer tv

you can call me al is on. *busts a groove*

so... sarah & i intended on going back to the mall today cuz we're really lame. well, to b fair we both had stuff we wanted to return... but i'd b a liar if i didn't confess that for me at least, it's all about the vicky's. like i said b4, i'm an addict. i mean, it's limited to the sale though, so only twice a yr do i transform into this fiend... i suppose that's forgiveable enough... oh well. but yeah, we were gonna go until her mom's head spun & she wouldn't let her use the car. my car, being as g to the hetto style as it is, can't climb the mass mountain of a hill to her house... sooo nothing. huff. ...must...find...a...way...

i cut kyle's hair today. oh man, waaaay too long. like, the kid in home alone 3 style long. bleh. & oh oh oh- no more tail! yes that's right folks, we've welcomed the child back into the present decade.

alright, here's an email. bam!

What are Men Really Like??

Men are like.....Bank Accounts.
Without a lot of money, they don't generate much interest.

Men are like.....Bike helmets.
Handy in an emergency, but otherwise they just LOOK SILLY

Men are like.....Computers
Hard to figure out and never have enough memory.

Men are like.....Government bonds.
They take so long to mature.

Men are like.....High heels.
They're easy to walk on once you get the hang of it.

Men are like.....Horoscopes.
They always tell you what to do and are usually wrong.

Men are like.....Lava lamps.
Fun to look at, but not all that bright.

Men are like.....Mascara.
They usually run at the first sign of emotion.

Men are like.....Placemats.
They only show up when there's food on the table.

Men are like.....Weather.
Nothing can be done to change either one of them.
well now boys, wasn't that a self esteem booster? ha, ay

reason #811 why jeff is... i dunno, jeff:
Jude713: I don't need to take this abuse
noel762: ur right. i'm sure there's a book about resistance at ur local library
Jude713: I'm going right now... and if it's closed I'm breaking a window and stealing it
Jude713: I need to know how to stop the violence!
noel762: how ironic
Jude713: irony is what makes the world go round
Jude713: I don't know what I meant by that
noel762: & we wouldn't want it any other way
Jude713: of course not
go jeff, go

ook... later skunks