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Alright well Linds is off to England now…What a lucky bum….By the time she gets back I’m off to Daytona…This is what Lindsay thinks..”Maybe we’ll along better once you move.” bascailly meaning how we wont be seeing eachother everyday..Could be true Linds..Never know. God I do love summer and this warm warm weather but to tell ya the truth..I’d love to work more..I just get bored at times and would rather be making money..I did go to the mall today and Kahunaville is hiring so I’ll more than likely be working there the next month and a half…Havent decided yet if i’d rather be a server or hostess..Any opinions on it? Well besides working 4 days a week right now..I get up at about 10:30am…go for my daily run/walk and then do my situps and arm things…then relax..wash my car..lay out in the sun..shower and go to work..Those are my days on tyes,wed and thurs.. exicitng huh? Fridays are “beach days” which kick ass. We go to the beach at 11am and leabe at 5pm…You know how much fun it is to just people watch.(esp hot guys playing catch in front of ya..lol).There are many interesting people out there in Grand Haven though…Oh and did I mention jumping off the pier and goin sea dooing…Oh thats scary let me tell ya. Well I know you all hate to hear me talk so i’m outta here….
~Xena~

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WOEKKJOJGHE;HFJGHDOFG…COOL SHIT, i just taught myself that neato trick. speakin’ of trick, guess who’s back in town? wow, i don’t wanna start anything, so i won’t go any farther, ok its jessica. there, no more info you fuckers. so i was at my grandpa’s funeral today…thats it, there isn’t anything glamorious about that shit. i don’t know too many people that actually can say “yeah, the funeral was kick ass!”…now i have really done it. right now i am watching VH1’s show “I love the 80’s” its 1984 on this episode. thats how good life is, i’m at home, tryin’ to sleep and i’m stuck in 1984…again. FUCK! hey at least the tigers were good that year, its all ’cause of Gibby, Tram, Sparky, Sweet Lou, Brooky, Chet Lemon…christ i could go on and on and on and on and on and on…but i won’t. life can lick my stuck-to-my-inner-thigh balls. fuck off.

So here I am to save the day, or better yet the entire fuckin’ week. And what a week it has been. Shitty, hot, sweaty, and full of shit. Right on! I love the summer don’t get me wrong, but there is something unsettling about moving a three-hundred pound entertainment center while your nuts are stuck to your inner-thigh. Yes, I know, that’s fucking gross…I wonder if a vagina can stick to an inner-thigh? Hopefully its my inner-thigh. More beer please. So whats new in the sports world? Well, lets, um…see here. The soon to be Dead Wings are lookin’ for some new/old life. Or lets just say that Dominik Hasek is thinking about a return to the NHL, with the Wings. But there is one problem. If Hasek does come back then he’ll have to compete for the starting job with “CoJo” Curtis Joseph. So you’re thinkin’ why don’t they trade CoJo? They can’t. Joseph has a ‘no trade’ clause in his contract. Which translates into the Red Wings are fuckin’ stuck with him. Bend over and begin…now, AHHH! Mucho Bein. But thats all hypothetical. Lets crack a forty and fall down some Pepsi-bleachers. No Tigers jersey(s) please. Speaking of baseball, the Tig’s are gonna get the all-time losing record. They must win two games a week for the remainder of the season to avoid the ‘62 N.Y. Mets record of least amount of wins in a season, which is 42. Ain’t gonna fuckin’ happen folks, the Tigers cannot win two games a week here on out. They have a better chance of becoming the NFL’s new expansion team over in L.A. That means Mr. Selig needs to put down the Brewers program, get off of his fat ass and grab the record book ’cause there’s some re-writing to. Ok, Lions time, what did they do this time? Nothing, training camp doesn’t start for three weeks then they can start fucking something up again…but I dunno, they do have Mooch. Did I mention he’s da man, eh? Sweet I hope you all appreciate this column as much as T-Bone once did. For sports done right, have a helluva night. Peace.

Well not much to say about the sports tonight. Go ahead and read High Heat Life tonight, that one is updated. So humor me and give it a look. I’ll be back with some sports shit soon. Peace

back, back, back, and its gone…long gone. shit hows life? life can eat shit and die. last night, besides my grandpa dying, gettin’ capped a few hundred times with some paint rocks, er, balls and terry forgetting i was on his shoulders and tossing me five feet to the concrete everything is fine. that and when i woke up this morning i felt as if i had auditioned for the lead role in the upcoming crash test dummy film, simply titled “Skipp gets hammered…in more ways that one”…neat huh? oh, never, ever wear a jersey with your own name and number on it to a baseball game, especially when you are drunk and you brought your buddies, and they’re drunk too. you will be signing autographs all night. needless to say some little kid has a baseball with my signature on it, on his shelf, in his room, probably in a protective case, or at least a zip-lock bag. well thats all the shit i can poop tonight. this one’s for birdman, i love you grampa.

This summer is going by so fast i can’t fucking believe it. Hopefully it will slow down a little bit. Im not really ready to go back to school (aka hardly ever going) yet. Im deffinatly going to remember this one. Well on a more possitive thought, two of our boys are getting hitched and im not the first to go so thats good. Robs batchler party was a blast but no strippers, just wait till your turn mike we’ll make up for his problem with your party. LOL.

Well, here goes nothing… Today, I’m cruisin along in my big ass city truck that I get to drive all day long… (boring) when all of a sudden my truck decides to throw itself in reverse, the wheel cranks hard to the right and BAM! There be a telephone pole there, well not anymore, but when I… I mean when the truck hit it it was still there. Of course this has to happen after my truck also decides to stick itself out into a cable at the asphalt plant, in turn breaking the cable and ceasing the door to open/close anymore heading into the loading silos… I dont qutie know what was going on with my truck today, but problems persist I will be contacting most of you in search for an exorcist… and rememebr, Life in the City ain’t pretty

I love the summer time.

It’s warm out.

You can go outside without any shoes on.

Dive-ins are open so you can watch movies on the couch you brought.

Everyone is getting married so any plans of having a free weekend are shot. You have to get fitted for tuxes for all those weddings. You have to pay for the tux. You have to spend money on a wedding present. You have to goto the bachlor parties and spend mucho bucks on alcohol and strippers.

You can wipe out on rollerblades and have a scab that looks like a cool fish tattoo.

All the stupid neighborhood rats are making a racket in the pool at 9:30 in the morning so you can’t sleep anymore.

The bugs swarm around you.
Ants invade your house.

Hey I love summer.. right?

Time to celebrate. Yeah thats right I said celebrate. Reasons to be this happy, well, it is summer after all. Well in two days to be exact. Summer brings us many things, the most important being beer. I know we can have beer whenever we want, unless you are not of age and can’t get in as “Chad” or “Wes”…but beer just tastes better when you are sitting on the boat watchin’ the honeys cruise on by in short-shorts knowing that guys like us will never get bitches like that, but god damn it, we have beer and we can dream. So lets drink beer…all summer long. Cheers to Dunphy. Thanks for upholding our freedom bro. SPORTS REPORT: Lets see here, I know I have something to say about it. Christ I haven’t been around these parts in a month and a half (two words: re-hab) opps…thank god for mouth wash. Lets get you stupid fucks up to date…The Tigers still suck and are on their way to a new record, record low that is. If they can’t get to 42 wins by the time the shitty baseball season ends (last week of September) they will own the worst record of all time. And Jesus, you know, they will get that record. Even if they some how FSU (fuck shit up) and win, um, lets say 43, I will never forget and will always believe that the Whitecaps would beat their ass. Just switch uniforms already. Speaking of our “minor league” teams lets talk about the Rampage. After dropping their last five to close out the season the Rampage are one step closer to becoming a member of the af2, the minor league to the AFL. For you stupid people that means the Rampage are that much closer to leaving town in Mayflower trucks, at three in the morning. Trip over the sofa, open the fridge, puke, and hand me a brewski ’cause weez gonna ova to foosball. Now that the Lions drunk-sharpie-fest is complete they can consentrate on signing at least two of their draft picks with the $1.95 they have left after the “Welcome back home Mooch” party. Spartans coach Tom Izzo said, “Lorbek can shove that buck ninety-five up his polish ass.” During the last minutes of the “Mooch” party Izzo and Mariucci, in a drunken rage, thought it would be a “kick-ass” idea if the Spartans could play the Kentucky Wildcats at Ford Field. The game is to be played on December 13th. Fuckin’ Yoopers! Oh yeah, I forgot about golf, that shit is fun, even if you suck, like me. For sports done right, have a helluva night.

Well, I have finished my classes for the Spring semester and I’m leaving in one week! Yikes! The pressure of planning and packing is starting to get to me. I will try to update this column every once in awhile to let you in on everything I’m doing, but if any of you would like me to e-mail you just send me an e-mail to LNDSRBSMN@yahoo.com I will also be sending out mass e-mails.
Anyway, I was looking at the pictures from Saturday night, and to my surprise I don’t remember the majority of what happened. I didn’t realize how bad I really was since I didn’t seem too hung over on Sunday morning. I guess that is too be expected of a hoe like me! I remember the wheelbarrow roll however, thanks guys it was fun! I hope I can see most of you before I leave! If I don’t see any of your before I hope you have a fun July and I’ll be back on August 6th!