Mmm.. These Burnt Fries are BANGIN'!!!!
Has anyone ever thought of the way certain fads get started acroos the country? Take the classic basketball game of knock-out for example. Somewhere some kid had the idea and it spread like wildfire. Chances are the loser that came up with it lived in Idaho, just for irony's sake.
Living up to my Seinfeld standards of life I feel obliged to include this in my blog. What is the deal with old people and their clothes? There can only be one of two things as to why they wear what they do. They either save their clothes from when they were younger or there actually is a store where they shop around for those sweet flower patterned shirts for the women, and the oddly colored plaid pants for men. You can't find those patterns anywhere today. It's like trying to find the jumpsuits the guidos used to wear ten years ago. You just can't find them anywhere besides an attic.
So the other night at dinner someone certainly has never seen more than one type of fries in their lifetime. As our food comes to the table we all start to eat and glover just blurts out "these burnt fries are mad good" And the rest of us just look at him. Clearly he's never had sweet potato fries in his life. But how do you get the orange color of them mixed up with a charred burnt black? This is almost like the tootsie pop question "the world may never know."
I knida get sick of when people underestimate how hard rowing really is. It's really not like a damn rowboat where you put the paddle in and go. You gotta worry about so much more shit than just that. Like your timing, power, and technique. Not to mention your clothes. You can't exactly go to practice dressed like the cast of In Living Color. All your threads will get caught up in the slide yo. So we resort to spandex, which in turn, get called gay for wearing it. But I don't mind, it just gives me one less thing to worry about. Excpet for when it comes laundry time and I don't have any.
Every time I ride an elevator at school I get nervous for some reason. Probably because they are about as reliable as a hooptie.
Written while listening to Angels & Airwaves
Living up to my Seinfeld standards of life I feel obliged to include this in my blog. What is the deal with old people and their clothes? There can only be one of two things as to why they wear what they do. They either save their clothes from when they were younger or there actually is a store where they shop around for those sweet flower patterned shirts for the women, and the oddly colored plaid pants for men. You can't find those patterns anywhere today. It's like trying to find the jumpsuits the guidos used to wear ten years ago. You just can't find them anywhere besides an attic.
So the other night at dinner someone certainly has never seen more than one type of fries in their lifetime. As our food comes to the table we all start to eat and glover just blurts out "these burnt fries are mad good" And the rest of us just look at him. Clearly he's never had sweet potato fries in his life. But how do you get the orange color of them mixed up with a charred burnt black? This is almost like the tootsie pop question "the world may never know."
I knida get sick of when people underestimate how hard rowing really is. It's really not like a damn rowboat where you put the paddle in and go. You gotta worry about so much more shit than just that. Like your timing, power, and technique. Not to mention your clothes. You can't exactly go to practice dressed like the cast of In Living Color. All your threads will get caught up in the slide yo. So we resort to spandex, which in turn, get called gay for wearing it. But I don't mind, it just gives me one less thing to worry about. Excpet for when it comes laundry time and I don't have any.
Every time I ride an elevator at school I get nervous for some reason. Probably because they are about as reliable as a hooptie.
Written while listening to Angels & Airwaves
posted by Craig at 3:20 PM
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