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How would you like to be forced into prostitution.. if yer thinkin bout moving to germany this might change yer mind.. if yer a chick anyways. http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/main.jhtml?xml=/news/2005/01/30/wgerm30.xml
What’s up all! I haven’t been on this website in ages. Things have been absolutely crazy since graduation last month. Workin’ over 65 hours a week during tax season is a beast! However the plan is to take a nice long vacation after April 15th perhaps Vegas or maybe the Bahamas. Anyone have any suggestions? I hope everyone is doing fine, and hopefully I’ll have a life someday soon when I can meet up with a few of you, until then I miss you all!
Well..Im sorry guys, I havent written in here in quite some time..what a slacker I am..HaHa. Well I’ve been back in Michigan now for 2 months and lovin it alot better than I thought. Florida has way too much drama for me..Dont get me wrong, Michigan has drama too but not nearly as much. I’ve been working at the Fridays on alpine now for a couple months and dont mind it to much. After work alot of us stay up there and drink (while one of the managers Steven) buys you a few shots of Rumple..That shit is disgusting. I dont like the strong mint taste to it. I have an interview at this salon on Monday..If I get that job Im gonna have to save up fast and move close to it because living in Coopersville and driving there is too far. Its out on 44th street close to 131…so its out there..not for some of you though cause everyone I hang out with lives way te hell out there. I have a good feeling about it though..seeing that thats gonna be my career I am waaaay excited. Well I gotta head out now..Oh by the way Timmay, we need to get me a new picture on here cause this one has to go. Or could you at least find a different picture of me please….Take care everyone!!
~Xena~
Yo what’s up muthafuckas? This week @ state has been pretty bland so far, we got word today that our rigged up bunkbed is in violation of three city of East Lansing ordinaces and has to come down. Thats great, that means back to the twin beds, even better. That means that I won’t be able to spread out my legs while I’m watching Jenna. Damn. Since Joord hasn’t been keeping up with sports lately, I will take on the challenge and give it a shot. Lets see, MSU basketball lost to Wisconsin on Sunday, in what was one of the biggest chokes of the entire season. There are three spartans that I wouldn’t want on my team when the game is on the line….Maurice Ager, Paul Davis and Chris Hill. It’s pretty sad when you miss so many opportunities to win the game, and then you CHOKE!!! The Pistons are now in 1st place in the Central. One bizzare note from last night’s game in Orlando. Apparently, a seeing eye dog dropped the kids off on the court at half time, which delayed the start of the second half for 5 minutes. Payton Manning’s Colts got their asses handed to them Sunday in Foxboro. Looks like the Pats can’t be touched, we’ll find out this weekend in Pittsburgh. In the NFC, it will be the Falcons and the Eagles. My prediction for the Superbowl is Steelers and Falcons, with the Steelers taking it all in a close game. Too bad the Lions weren’t in the playoff’s, cause they would show everyone that they really fuckin blow. This is JoshO @ State -Pieces
I’d like to take a moment of your time to talk about a new alcohol that I’ve discovered. It’s called George M Tiddy’s. Yes Titty’s. I will then reference the alcohol in the future as boob or boobies because it has the same effect on one’s self that chasing the real thing does. You loose self control. Your motor skills and senses are dulled. The only thing you can think about is getting more boobs. Hours and hours are spent pursuing this drug and in the end you are still empty handed. You start talking about boobs like they’re the best thing in the whole world. You loose money, your posessions start to end up missing and you can’t remember what you were doing the night before. Why do I tell you this if boobs are so wonderful. It is a prelog to my story I am about to tell you.
Friday night me and James are going to play some video games. Like we do most friday nights. Why? cause it’s free and fun. A couple weeks ago I ordered some alcohol from Charlies Place. Thurs night I stop and see if it’s in.. YES.. great. A special treat for fri night. I uncapped the fifth and started playing games. This was about 8pm. I’m playing Counter Strike: Source cause I better in there than 1.6 (might be because everyone has already mastered 1.6) I’d doin pretty damn good. Bout 9:30 comes and i’m startin to buzz. and I’m kickin ass in CS. Then an awesome map on 1.6 comes on so I jump over there. 10:30 sosa gets home and I notice 1/2 the fifth is gone. I’m feelin really good. Now everyone is home and we got some good gaming goin. Ray calls up and wants james to goto the pub. I tell him I want to go but he just ignores me. 12am comes.. that’s all I remember.
APPARENTLY - don’t you love that word when associated with a drunk story.
Apparently me and James take a trip to Taco Bell and 7-11. In my drunken adventure the cashier asks “How are you doing” my resopone “Fuck Yeah” so we then get taco bell.
bout 3-4am I wake up on the couch.
There’s a 3-4hour gap that I can’t remember a damn thing. I lost my wallet and the keys to my truck. I think they’re in James ride. That’s about all I can hope.
From what they tell me I walked upstairs on my own will and crashed on the couch.
God I love friends that let you know when you’ve had enough.
Aight so one of the roomates is in the slammer. Guess who??? He’s a foreign national.
Oh yeah, if you don’t hear from me soon, it means that I got swept away by the Red Cedar Flood.
Well, where do I begin….. Second semester begins tomorrow and guess what? Who do you know that would be dumb enough to schedule two classes at the same time? Yeah it’s this guy. So all that i can do know is drink a whole bunch of beer and get out the hundred foot extension chord, wrap it a few times and then jump off of the ledge. Well, Jenna’s calling my name….thank god that my dvd player is working again.
Well, we have finally started another year in the journey of our lives. We have all accomplished something we are proud of, but look to achieve more. It is a cornerstone of human existence to want to always improve one’s self. Strive to do your best, but live your life satisfied and live every day to it’s fullest. I think that we should take this new year to remember our fellow americans who have given their lives so that we may live free. This is a probably a more sensitive subject for me because I am a piece of the puzzle , but it should be important to every citizen. Every time I see an article about a marine dying in the paper, a little bit of me dies. It is a brotherhood that you would most likely not understand, but for me it is the greatest thing I have ever been involved in. In a time when being in the military can cause you to be looked down upon through public displays and protests, we should all think about just how much of a thankless job it is and thank god that there are people who volunteer for this crazy stuff. I am not tooting my own horn or trying to brainwash you into thinking everything we are doing in Iraq is great, but don’t take it for granted. The situation in Iraq is a bad one and no one really knows how it is going to turn out, nonetheless, an armed forces member dies every day so you can enjoy your freedoms. Remember, live life to the fullest and I hope that all your dreams and aspirations for 2005 come true.
-Dildo
HEY HEY!! It’s another fast paced edition of Life in the City. Well, not so fast paced I guess, any of you people who know what I do can understand nothing is fast paced in the city… unless its plowing. Speaking of which, LET IT FUCKING SNOW!!! This is pissing me off, slow ass winter so far. Anyways, Wednesday night and Thursday morning, some of you may have been cursing out the plow trucks… or lack there of, but hey, its hard to clean up when 4 inches falls in 3 hours, salt just doesnt work that well, turns it to slush. It was still a blast, goin 45 down Leonard following another plow truck and can only see one flashing light through a huge white cloud of snow, and out gutter man is about 3 miles behind, filling his pants the entire time, scared of going 45… what a pussy. Anyways, when ya see the white stuff fallin, think of me. And the dollar signs I be makin on OT. Just remember, Life in the City ain’t pretty.
Better Than Miss Michigan
Welcome to a new page of Better Than Miss Michigan! Happy New Year to all of those that survived the drunken stupor that seems to go hand in hand with every New Years Eve party. If any one was watching the ball drop on FOX News, you probably saw Stress and I drunk as F%#@! They broadcasted live from the “party” that we went to in Nashville. The attendance wasn’t too impressive but it was still a good time.
After spending over one hundred dollars on booze, I still went home empty handed. Not that I planned on getting laid, but the potential was definitely there. Why did the bar have to sell until 4:00 AM. If they would’ve stop selling earlier I could’ve saved a few bucks. New Years Eve only happens once a year, so I guess I can’t complain too much.
National Hangover Day was a day of recovery and catching up on lost sleep. For those of you who haven’t heard of this newly recognized day of pain, it is also known as New Years Day. Mine was spent at the Hermitage (Andrew Jackson’s house/museum) and in bed watching UofM lose the Rose Bowl. Shitty day to say the least.
For those of you that hooked up at midnight, Congrats. To those that didn’t, better luck next time. But just remember, There’s More To Life Than Your Right Hand!