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Post by oatmealschnappz on Feb 13, 2007 0:45:37 GMT -5
dudewhersmyinforoo said:
what the hell is the block?? ive never even heard of it. well based on your review i dont think im missing anything though.
It's a "reality" show about a bunch of STUPID trust-funders who work at "Tahoe's most extreme hotel"! They snowboard by day and (endlessly) b*tch about working by night...and day! It is the most obnoxious display of apathetic douchebagery i've ever seen!
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there was this girl from around here on the 16th birthday show on MTV tonight and my friend's band played at the taping of her party. Of course i told them it was a mistake, and of course i was right. MTV totally didn't show them.
wow....i think i know what show you're talking about. i hate that show, too! of course mtv wouldnt' show them, they're too busy following around the spoiled brats!!! ughhh i thought mtv was supposed to be about music.
Saturday Night Live "spoofed" Sweet Sixteen....... A funny part was when the birthday girl's parents bought her a brand new Land Rover, which caused the girl to throw a fit only because she asked for a Range Rover...
Post by fordgoose15 on Feb 13, 2007 19:09:22 GMT -5
when I buy broccoli, is it by weight or by the bunch? I'm gonna be pissed if it is by weight and they leave the stalk long and fat to steal my money. crooks.
Deal Or No Deal is a gameshow in which all you have to do is guess a number...Tv is getting dumber by the minute.
speaking of which If any of you have seen Idioacracy then you know its a fun movie its by mike judge and its about the dumbing down of america 500 years from now its realy funny
Post by oatmealschnappz on Feb 15, 2007 3:49:53 GMT -5
Once upon a time (like 10 years ago), I was sitting on my deck with some friends. It was late at night and we were all feeling pretty groovy. We were listening to some really trippy Traveling music and chain-smoking Phillies while we sat there, chilling and intensely loving the world around us.
(You know how you can "sense" it when someone walks up behind you or stares at you? You don't actually see or hear them but, you know(for a fact) that someone is there. I'm assuming that you've had that happen at least once in your life, so keep that feeling in mind.)
While I was sitting there (listening to Plastikman's "Sheet One"), I got this overwhelming feeling that there was something under my chair. I knew that if something had crawled up under me, one of us would have definitely noticed it. I tried to just forget about it and focus on the music, the night, the trip. As the minutes passed I started to think about that damn cat that was always hanging-out on my porch and I caught myself dwelling on what was moving around under my chair again. It quickly became obvious to me that it wasn't my imagination since I could feel it brushing against my leg every now and then. A few minutes later, I saw that feline bastard sitting on a wall across the street just looking at me. That was cool, at least it wasn't on my deck taking a dump under me, right? Just my imagination. Cool! Then I noticed that, as I looked at the cat, I could see something (under my right leg) moving in my peripheral vision. It wasn't the cat, so what in the hell was it? I was getting a little freaked-out, thinking that a stray raccoon or something had started to nest under my chair and I started to ask my friends if they saw anything. I realized how f*cked-up I would sound, so I decided to "work-it-out" by myself. I attribute it to Plastikman's particularly "trippy" sound-effects but, I slowly began to whole-heartedly accept that it wasn't a cat or a raccoon that I was dealing with. I now understood that is was a monkey. There was a godd*mn monkey under my chair! I hadn't actually seen it clearly yet, but it was there! Wasn't it? I knew that it was absouletly ridiculous but, I couldn't get it out my mind. And what if it wasn't so ridiculous? What if this f*cking thing bit my leg or jumped-out and just started screaming and attacking me and my friends? Animals escape from zoos, people buy exotic pets that they can't handle, and bad sh*t can happen! If I could stop this and didn't, what kind of person would I be? But if I told everyone that I was scared that "the mokey under my chair"might attack us, I would be the biggest jackass ever. NONE of us were remotely in any state-of-mind to deal with a p*ssed-off, escaped monkey! No one really ever is but, trust me, we definitely weren't! What should I do? "Forget it. It's not there. No monkey under your chair". I started to get a hold of myself. I knew there was absolutely no chance of there being a monkey hiding under my chair. Even a small one would have already gotten bored and....something....right? It wouldn't be hiding. It wouldn't know that it should...or could. Unless it was scared! Damn, a scared, escaped monkey? That would SUCK! What was it scared of...Me, Plastikman or that f*cking cat? Whatever, I had to say something and soon! I finally had a moment of clarity where I began to realize how outlandish this scenario was. As I started to get myself grounded, I saw "it" out of the corner of my again. I'd look left...and see it on my right! I'd look right...and see it on my left! A raccoon couldn't be this smart, so maybe it was a godd*mn monkey. What else could it be? What else could be that smart? The time had come! I knew that if I asked "is there a monkey under my chair?" and there wasn't, i'd be joke of legendary porportions. I either had to catch it somehow, wich obviously wasn't possible (it was a MONKEY!)....or I had to scare it-off. I knew I had to be slick, both with the monkey and my friends. I couldn't "show my hand" to either, I just had to make my move! It was going to be the best, most surreal, heroic story ever! So I got ready, acting obliviously casual, waiting for just the right moment. 3,2,1.... I quickly dropped to the floor, screamed and dove-under my chair, hell-bent on terrifiying that hairy little bastard!
There was no monkey. I was just f*cked-up. The end.
Post by oatmealschnappz on Feb 15, 2007 4:13:34 GMT -5
dudewhersmyinforoo said:
damn. your getting better sh.it then i am ;D
Yeah, I had the hook-up then(not now)! Can you imagine the ammount of sh*t I took for that? Not only did I break a window and a bong, but I actually had to look-up at my friends and say "I thought there was a monkey under my chair!".
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Post by fordgoose15 on Feb 15, 2007 10:19:38 GMT -5
Wow oatmeal. that is one of the best stories I have heard in quite a while. Was the monkey the same evil monkey who torments Chris on The Family Guy? Did it make a mean face and point at you? If you would have caught that monkey you would have been known as The Magician instead of Monkey Boy.
Remember that time when you had a monkey under your chair and there was a rhinoceros in my dog house? that was one crazy night, Magician!
Post by bojangles22 on Feb 15, 2007 17:12:35 GMT -5
speaking of which If any of you have seen Idioacracy then you know its a fun movie its by mike judge and its about the dumbing down of america 500 years from now its realy funny[/quote]
No I never saw that movie,,,, I was too busy watching "ouch my balls".....hehehehehe. Idiocracy is a great freakin movie. It's so funny and original. I went to bed thinking about it. I slept and dreampt of it. and I woke up the next day thinking about it still. very good movie.
I'm a bit tipsy. So I'm posting here. You've been warned.
So tomorrow (Friday) is the first day in three weeks I'll have a day off work. Granted I had to ask for it, but still. It'll be me, my lady and the cat. I'm hoping to sleep till noon and just relax. I'm getting hitched in 08. Let me tell you it's a racket. Everything is expensive. No matter how small, if your dealing with the wedding industry, they will figure out a way to gouge you on the price. I've looked and looked for a cheaper way to do it. Only thing I've found is vegas. It's a truckload of BS. On the other hand I'm going to marry the woman I love. That's freaking cool. I was engaged before about 5 years ago or so. It's didn't go well. She loved a married man. Looking back I'm almost glad she left me, I've never been happier and I really didn't lose much over it. (Hindsight is 20/20) So it's all good in my life. Well if my dart team could string together some wins life would be better but I'm thinking long term. Meh. I'm stoked about this years line-up. I know some people out there in Roo land are hating on Tool and the lack of jam love. Like with radiohead, people were upset about it. Yet radiohead kicked soo much tail. Just because a band is on the radio doesn't make it bad. I swear it doesn't.
I'm going to shower and pass out.
Well shower drink another beer (hmm New Holland's Sundog) then pass out. I don't have to work tomorrow.
Post by oatmealschnappz on Feb 16, 2007 1:56:32 GMT -5
thedrugsdowork said:
I'm getting hitched in 08. Let me tell you it's a racket. Everything is expensive. No matter how small, if your dealing with the wedding industry, they will figure out a way to gouge you on the price. I've looked and looked for a cheaper way to do it. Only thing I've found is vegas. It's a truckload of BS.
Yeah man, I know what you're saying. I love my gf and I want to be with her forever but, I also want to not be so in-debt that it'll take me years to get back out. We've lived together for over 7 years but, it doesn't seem like it will ever be official until we spend thousands and thousands of dollars going through the ritual. The wedding industry is only out-done by the funeral industry when it comes to using someone's emotions as guilt-trip into bankruptcy. It's kinda sickening. I love her, she loves me, we're happy together....shouldn't that be enough?
"I don't need a minister to call me a groom" -Malkmus
ya to me it seems like when you get married you should have a small get together with family and frineds and use the tthousands of dollars on a downpayment for a house or something. seems much more adult and responsible. isnt that what marriage is about?
some people got married at gathering of the vibes last year. had the ceremony and everything right there on site. thats what i would do. well i dont believe in marriage. personally i dont need a piece of paper from the government or a religous organization (2 things i despise)to be in love. although i know there are other benfits as far as insurance and taxes and whatnot. hardly seems worth it from the males perspective though.
as for the darts you need me on your team. ;D maybe ill bring my board and we can get soem dart drinking games going on at the inforoo camp around 4am. i went thorugh camp inforoo several times latenight and everyone was crashed out. it needs some excitement!! you can sleep when your dead. or atleast wait til monday!!!
oh ya and when i die i want to be fed to sharks. my family refuses. so i want a casket with a window and either be shot into space or put into an artifical reef like they do with old ships and stuff. although if they could set me up on the mainstage at roo id be good with that. ive thought about having my self stuffed. so i can scare the shit outta my great great great great grandchildren. but truthfully if i cant pay for it myself just do me old yeller style in the back yard with some rocks. does it really matter at that point?? put me in the garden so i can help give life back tomy family.
Post by ziggyandthemonkeys on Feb 16, 2007 2:53:40 GMT -5
I remember one time i stood outside my friends garage where we hung out and threw a bulls eye on the dart board on the back wall. We never took that dart out. ;D It was probably about the luckiest thing thats ever happened to me, cus i just ripped it and didnt really aim at all.
and welcome back ziggy! did you see the damn peanut butter recall? screwded up my peanut butter toast. ive enver heard of salmonella in bbq sauce. im going back to that. screw peanut butter. well until its time to make wolverines next fall
