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But I happen to like not remembering the night before...

That's the rule at my house. If you come in and you don't look hot/cool, you better get the fuck out of the way when I get around to taking pictures. Also, I imagine "usethesledgehammeruh" squealing like a girl whenever someone would pull out the camera. I don't know why.

Can't wait to leave work so I can go home and get plastered. Next door neighbors moved out yesterday, the new ones are moving in tomorrow, so tonight is really the last night that we can have anything big. I'm going to have sex with girls. Hot girls. That will beg me for sex.

And when I get an erection, I don't have enough skin to cover my toes.

After reading up on TSM lately, I've realized something. These old threads are getting bumped and it's making me nostalgic. I want to know what the hell happened around here. It's like we've all been neutered or something. We need an arch-nemesis. Why did we have to ban all of the protagonists again? We're THIS CLOSE to being Mormon, I swear.

Rich white kid learns a lesson from the poor black people when he moves out of his large suburban paradise and moves in to their part of town? I liked this story when it was called "Malibu's Most Wanted".

I don't really dance, I just get trashed and sing along. Yeah, I'm one of those drunks.

As far as Iggy Pop and Sum 41, did you listen to his last CD he put out? ...atrocious.

I didn't see Jet's performance, but I did see Kanye's, and I must admit that he was much better than I'd previously given him credit for. Jet cracked me up when their drummer accepted their moon man drunk.

Well the jerk store called, they're running out of you! Why does it matter? You're their biggest seller!

My niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and do the rock away.

I'll have you know that Jet won a VMA, so that means that they're good. Right?

Or so he'd like you to believe...

I found the solution to driving drunk was just to move into the place where I drink at. You guys can visit me at JJ's Cantina whenever you please.

If you don't like the artist on stage, boo him. Shit, walk out on him. But to throw stuff at him is just downright disrespectful. Sure, it's funny because he didn't represent the scenester kids there, so they felt rebellious by acting out against the mainstream, but fuckin' a. If you went to your job and got booed when you walked in the door, I'm sure you'd feel like shit. But if a fucking bottle comes flying over the wall of your cubicle, you're going to be steamed, that's for damned sure. Would it be alright for your co-workers to justify throwing shit at you because you "aren't doing anything within the genre"? "You're not improving the quality of the Big Mac, so it's cool if I wanna be a total asshole to you and throw shit. It's justified, you know." And The Streets fucking sucks. I don't know how anyone can seriously say that he's better than 50 Cent. I'd take 50 over that English twat any day of the week.

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Buy yourself a bottle of Grey Goose and a bottle of Kettel One, then mix the two together in a shot. It's heavenly, and it gets you lit.

How many times can you laugh at the same exact joke?

Two months without an incident and nothing major has been broken. That's all I ask for. I've also discovered that I can do grocery shopping for $17 a week, so things really could be a lot worse right now. But, back on topic. Dr. Mik, here's my issue with you: Banky doesn't like you, and I do whatever Banky does. I would think that a ivy leaguer could figure that one out.

I'm going to need a mod to change my name to "College Grad JSYK" then.

Indeed. How's it going, X?

1) Yes, everyone. 2) You knew exactly what he meant. Accepted, Excepted, it makes no difference, there's no way that you didn't know what he meant. You just took that as another opportunity to lord your super-charged Ivy League brain over the rest of us. "Ha, you make typo! Doctor Mik never make mistake, sentient!"

I love you, Inc.

You should finger your girlfriend to celebrate.

I hate Mexicans.