Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Thank you Kansas City.
4 finga ring.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
1) Car flags. What happened to them? They used to be everywhere. Come on America, have you lost your spirit? Bring the troops home-9/11-Freedom. Shit.
2)The Flu. 9 out of 10 people I know are on the verge of death from this flu. Flu shot=flu. Bird flu=bad.
6 precious days remain until I leave my beloved homeland behind.
Friday, February 17, 2006
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
So as I sit 10,000 feet high on a mountain in North Carolina near the foothills of the Applachian mountains (deep breath followed by subtle gas) I think to myself. North Carolina is really boring. All this state does is eat, make furniture, and sell use cars. With an exception of the people that work at the Hospital I am working at, no one does a damn thing. There are more used cars per capita than people. Every piece of land is suitable for a used car dealership, if you own a business, own a gravel lot, or just have a damn yard you can sell cars.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
This is me on a huge cow. I wanted to express my independence by hurdling my 170 lb. body on to a 5 foot tall cow. The cow survived, my groin is still in recovery. 8 seconds bitches.
This store is also home to the world's best hot chocolate.
Here is a picture of the moose at the No Name Saloon, where every single 30+ 4'6" and under woman hugged me. Home of some good Heffeveisen, the world's hottest shittin' beef jerky(made me cry), and the ghettoest jukebox this side of the Mississippi(Matt, Derek, and I got to pick 20 songs. I overheard a lady say, "Did they just go from David Bowie to Chuck Berry?"
Matt Hicks left his mark on The Canyons. They will tell his story for years to come. That story will include butt and fart jokes, stories of his sweet L.L. Bean fleece, stories of his spills at the flat bottom part of the hills and how he made out with Jennifer Aniston.
He will live in infamy.