<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676532614289957606</id><updated>2011-08-08T23:36:55.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nic's Knacks</title><subtitle type='html'>Nic's Knacks.  That's what i've named this place.  Corniest name I could come up with at 2 in the morning.  Bascially, I just need a place to write and be myself.  I'm going to make myself do it at least weekly.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676532614289957606/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Spookzeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226051098479179721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676532614289957606.post-4092285794094075537</id><published>2010-03-17T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T06:40:54.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh....lyrics</title><content type='html'>I was gonna do a whole thing on country music and lyrics that went against country fan's ideals.....but I decided to expand it to other fields.  This should be somewhat entertaining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Field:  Hip Hop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: Wavey (Jay-Z diss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideal he violates:  While hip hop hasn't taken an anti beastiality stance, I assume they are anti beastiality until stated otherwise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric:  "You and Dame was mens and nem.  Yall was tighter than giraffe pussy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1250/1395024884_b52a55bd57.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 353px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1250/1395024884_b52a55bd57.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;research&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Field: Country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Trace Adkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: Swing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violated ideal: Country people don't like the gays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric: "Jimmys out. Next in line" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Look, I don't give a shit if I took it out of context.  Fuck Trace Adkins.  He's talking about a bunch of guys in a bar and baseball then says his Jimmy is out and ask who was next in line.  Did I misinterpret it?  I'll answer that question with another question.  Are you curious enough to listen to a shitty Trace Adkins song to find out?  Didnt think so.  Keep it moving.  He said "Jimmys out" and didn't say "pause".  That's gay.  Also, you can't wear cock bulge blue jeans and expect me not to challenge your manhood.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*see also: Kenny Chesney and Rascal Flatt's entire career&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Field: Simple, funloving, soundtracky, noncontroversial safe music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Randy Newman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: "Rednecks" and "Sail Away"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violated Ideal:  Offending everyone in two songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Rednecks: "Some smart ass New York jew.....We talk real funny down here.  We drink too much and laugh too loud.  Too dumb to make it in a northern town.  Keepin the [n word]s down.  We got no neck oilmen from Texas and good ole boys from Tennessee...college men from LSU, went in dumb and come out dumb too.  Hustlin round the allegheny in alligator shoes.  Gettin drunk every weekend at the bar-b-que.  Keepin the [n word]s down.  We're rednecks(x2) we don't know our ass from a hole in the ground.  We're redneck(x2) keepin the [n word]s down.  Your norther [n word] is a negro.  See he's got his dignity.  Down here we're too ignorant to realize we ought to set the [n word] free.  Free to be put in a cage in Harlem in New York City.  Free to be put in a cage on the south side of Chicago.....free to be put in a cage(several other urban areas mentioned)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sailaway: "In America you'll get food to eat. Won't have to run through the jungle&lt;br /&gt;And scuff up your feet. You'll just sing about Jesus and drink wine all day&lt;br /&gt;It's great to be an American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no lions or tigers-ain't no mamba snake. Just the sweet watermelon and the buckwheat cake. Ev'rybody is as happy as a man can be.....you'll be as happy as a monkey in a monkey tree.  You're all gonna be americans"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oof.  Holy shit.  Look, for better or worse, when I say the name "Randy Newman" people either think of "You've got a friend in me" from Toy Story, "I love L.A" from everything about Los Angeles ever, or silly ass skits on family guy and mad tv.  At a certain point Randy Newman became known as the guy who sings silly fun little soundtrack songs.  It's lucrative i'm sure.  At an earlier point in his life though, he was a satirical artist from L.A. who had lived in New Orleans for a couple of years.  He wrote a bunch of songs that were controversial to say the least.  I can definitely see what he's trying to do.  In rednecks, in the first verse he lambaste the south for having a bunch of ignorant racist and then turns around in the second verse and ethers the rest of the country for looking down on the south acting all high and mighty when they are just as guilty of racism in different forms.  It's clever.  Will everyone get it and appreciate it for what you were trying to do?  No.  You're not going to convince many people to like your song by basically saying "hey....southerners....you're all a bunch of dumb fucking racist hicks.  hey...rest of the country.....stop making fun of the southerners for being a bunch of dumb fucking racist hicks because you are all stupid and racist too.  Hey black people....can't leave you out so i'm gonna drop the N bomb about 13 times in a song where i'm taking up for you".   Good times.   Then again, "All in the Family" was doing the same kind of thing around the same time and got the point across I guess.  It definitely looks bad in retrospect but it was a different time and maybe these art forms decided America needed it shoved in it's face.  "Sail Away" is a slave traders pitch to a future slave and has several stereotypes.  I'll just say this:  Far cry from his disney shit....and that's what this list is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2494/3799594400_26c9cb00f8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2494/3799594400_26c9cb00f8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Randy and Mr Potato Head had some awkward moments on set of Toy Story&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3269/2769048762_eb6f4e6caf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3269/2769048762_eb6f4e6caf.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What'd you say MOTHAFUCKA!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Field: Uh...hippie music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Greatful Dead(of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: Touch of Grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violated Ideals: bit too much capitalism and animal abuse not to mention seemingly being ok with eroding environment and failing education system&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: "I know the rent is in arrears The dog has not been fed in years&lt;br /&gt;It's even worse than it appears But it's alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cows are giving kerosene The kid can't read at seventeen&lt;br /&gt;The words he knows are all obscene But it's alright"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really?  The dog is starving to death but....fuck it.  Let's smoke a bowl.  I don't want my 'dead talking about rent being in arrears.  Not cool.  Now, pass the cherry garcia.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Field: Country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Tim McGraw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: "Red Ragtop"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violated Ideal: Anti Abortion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: "....we were young and wild.  We decided not to have a child.  So we did what we did and we tried to forget and we swore up and down there would be no regrets...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim McGraw makes a song about this time when he was young....he took a break from peering one eyed behind a black hat and fucked someone who wasn't faith hill and knocked her up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://view.picapp.com/default.aspx?term=tim mcgraw&amp;iid=6923100" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.picapp.com/ftp/Images/6/1/5/9/Tim_McGraw_performing_0f18.jpg?adImageId=11395406&amp;imageId=6923100" width="500" height="333"  border="0" alt="Tim McGraw performing on NBC&amp;apos;s Today Show"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://cdn.pis.picapp.com/IamProd/PicAppPIS/JavaScript/PisV4.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Actually...I practiced while fucking.  Why do you think i'm so good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, he explicitly states in the song though that times were tough and she was in school (presumably college since it is stated that she is 20) and he was out of a job at 18.  He couldn't possibly get a job because how would he have time to practice peering from behind a hat for album covers or fucking poor man's faith hill if he did that?  He couldn't afford condoms or birth control pills.  Hell, he couldn't even afford to pull out because he didn't have the money to buy napkins to wipe it off her stomach.  That's pretty poor. He didn't have any cash because he'd blown it all on black hats and tight ass pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2586/3941818945_0bdb1555d5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 450px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2586/3941818945_0bdb1555d5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And apparently Jerry Seinfeld's pirate shirt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So able bodied bum Tim McGraw and gal pal decide they are gonna do some baby killin.  He says they "did what they did" and leaves it to the imagination.  Now, where that takes you is up to you.  I'm going to assume they went to an abortion doctor....but since he's broke as shit, they may have gone the stairs or wire hanger route.  Who knows?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://view.picapp.com/default.aspx?term=tim mcgraw&amp;iid=6923140" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.picapp.com/ftp/Images/2/8/7/1/Tim_McGraw_performing_8bc4.jpg?adImageId=11395798&amp;imageId=6923140" width="500" height="665"  border="0" alt="Tim McGraw performing on NBC&amp;apos;s Today Show"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://cdn.pis.picapp.com/IamProd/PicAppPIS/JavaScript/PisV4.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;man.....fuck babies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEED ROUND(Artist-Song-Ideal-Lyrics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil Wayne-"Barry Bonds"-anti gay-"you can get barry to suck my bat bitch"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Dre-"Express Yourself"-weed-"Yo, I don't smoke weed or cess cause its known to give a brother brain damage and brain damage on the mic don't manage"(The Chronic came out just a few years later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat Stevens-"Peace Train"-peace loving hippie shit-Actually...this isn't a good fit because it is about peace and he was all about that but later supported the fatwa against Solomon Rushdie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more bonus before I get to the grand finale.  "Harder to Breathe" by Maroon 5 pisses me off because in all their other songs they're talking about not going home without someone or tapping on someone's window or sunday morning and shit.  On this one song though, he says &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have a tendency of getting very physical.  So watch your step cause if I do you'll need a miracle"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck off dude.  No one is scared of you.  You sing like you have 9 super fluffy marshmallows in your vagina and you look like you're about a biscuit away from 97 pounds.  I hate when scrawny motherfuckers talk tough.  *sigh*   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://view.picapp.com/default.aspx?term=maroon 5&amp;iid=8258996" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.picapp.com/ftp/Images/8/7/1/f/25th_Annual_Rock_d557.jpg?adImageId=11395372&amp;imageId=8258996" width="395" height="594"  border="0" alt="25th Annual Rock And Roll Hall Of Fame Induction Ceremony - Press Room"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://cdn.pis.picapp.com/IamProd/PicAppPIS/JavaScript/PisV4.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what Nic's nightmares are made of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just do your thing and sing the puffy shit.  I even like some of it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, last one(and a classic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Field: Country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Alan Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: Several&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideals Violated: The idea that country artist are just good ole boys from the country who are republican and capitalist in favor of a small central government&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:(here is what I put on sites throughout time as i've long suspected this liberal pinko radical leftist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That'd be alright(x2)&lt;br /&gt;If everybody everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Had a lighter load to bear&lt;br /&gt;And a little bigger piece of the pie&lt;br /&gt;We'd be livin' us a pretty good life&lt;br /&gt;And that'd be alright"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Any doubts that his favorite color is red or his favorite Lenin(Lennon) wasnt the one that said "i am the walrus" ? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-where he comes from, its less cornbread and chicken as it is borscht and goulash  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-way down yonder on the chattahoochee, it gets hotter than a factory of people making ak-47's to fight off the capitalist &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-at www.memory, he'll be waiting for the beautiful reemergence of the USSR patiently &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-where were you when Gorbachev gave in and let the fascist, capitalist pigs tear down that wall, on that Novermber day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I guess I never really paid attention to the lyrics of this song til the other day. I was on my daily long commute and Alan Jackson came on and I said "oh, here's this communist. Let's see what leftist rhetoric he spews in this song" and i caught this little ditty from the song 'gone country'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the folk scene is dead But he's holdin' out in the village&lt;br /&gt;He's been writin' songs speakin' out Against wealth and privilege&lt;br /&gt;He says 'I dont believe in money But a man could make him a killin'&lt;br /&gt;'Cause some of that stuff don't sound Much different than Dylan&lt;br /&gt;I hear down there it's changed you see They're not as backward as they used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he goes on about how this fellow has 'gone country'. well sure he has alan. and that country is Cuba &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://view.picapp.com/default.aspx?term=alan jackson&amp;iid=6959516" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.picapp.com/ftp/Images/c/f/9/0/Alan_Jackson_At_161c.jpg?adImageId=11394079&amp;imageId=6959516" width="380" height="594"  border="0" alt="Alan Jackson At Cracker Barrel To Promote The Alan Jackson Collection"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://cdn.pis.picapp.com/IamProd/PicAppPIS/JavaScript/PisV4.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4067/4423769953_50cdcf6940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 82px; height: 82px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4067/4423769953_50cdcf6940.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2401/2115103082_d99ef4c7d3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 428px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2401/2115103082_d99ef4c7d3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_91Owzmj09tg/S6InAuk80NI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2BBK6bgWKzY/s1600-h/castro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_91Owzmj09tg/S6InAuk80NI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2BBK6bgWKzY/s400/castro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449961392528216274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*For those that can't read the text in the bubbles they say(very roughly translated):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I enjoy Comrade Jackson's Music"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"5 o'clock somewhere is my shit" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Che, Go get my lowrider bitch!" *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676532614289957606-4092285794094075537?l=kolasand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/feeds/4092285794094075537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/2010/03/uhlyrics.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676532614289957606/posts/default/4092285794094075537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676532614289957606/posts/default/4092285794094075537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/2010/03/uhlyrics.html' title='Uh....lyrics'/><author><name>Spookzeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226051098479179721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2494/3799594400_26c9cb00f8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676532614289957606.post-1643604909405598727</id><published>2010-03-03T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T03:04:55.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The drive to Mulholland Drive</title><content type='html'>I remember it like it was yesterday (smoke fills the room).  It was around April of2005 and I was bored as shit.  I had graduated school a year earlier and said "fuck that getting a job thing".  I didn't have a girlfriend and all my friends were either still in highschool, off to college or working.  I spent my days playing video games and wallowing in self loathing....occasionally chasing skirts who were wrong for me for all the wrong reasons.  My hair was WAY too fucking long, I had no purpose, I was driving around a truck that didn't belong to me and sleeping on a mattress in the floor.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://b9.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/00655/91/39/655199319_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 195px;" src="http://b9.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/00655/91/39/655199319_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nic around this time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had NO clue what I wanted to do in life.  In a lot of ways, I still don't...but it was MUCH worse then.  Also, because i'd started school early, I was a fairly new driver by the time I graduated and I didn't know where SHIT in Columbus was(constant source of humor for my friends is that I have no sense of direction.  Even true to this day as i've worked in Starkville for 4 years and can't find a damned thing in this town).  So one fateful day while holed up in my room, I was watching some shitty VH1 programming.....one of those "top 50 hottest women" things.  On the screen comes Naomi Watts and they referenced her "steamy lesbian scene in 'Mulholland Drive'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm on my way to the video store to pick up 'Mulholland Drive'.  Ok, pause.  You may be asking yourself: "Wait, this is 2005.  Internet porn was readily available and he could've just picked up regular ass porn if he was going to a video store.  Besides, why didn't he just google that one scene and watch it?"  Good question loyal reader.  The answer that is this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.-I had dial up internet connection.  I'd rather beat off with a brillo pad than wait 5 hours for Naomi Watts to bump pussies with whatever the other bitch's name is(Laura Elena Harring....and they didn't bump pussies....I don't think) while hoping to God my mom doesn't pick up the phone to try and call Brenda(my aunt and next door neighbor) to find out if they're playing Rook tonight INSTEAD OF JUST WALKING THE FUCK OVER THERE!!!!!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paulburgess.org/images/cards12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 127px;" src="http://www.paulburgess.org/images/cards12.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;more important to my mom than my masturbatory habits&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.-Remember when I said I was scared of the "steak man" at buffet places?  You really think I was absent of that fear about porn?  It was WAY worse.  I couldn't walk in porn places, couldn't rent porn, couldn't borrow porn....nothing.  You're basically announcing to the people "yeah....nice to meet you....i'm gonna go jack it for a while".  Nevermind the genuine disgust I would have in renting porn.  How many jizz covered hands have touched that tape?  Fantasyland is just as bad because, as a male, you have a couple of choices:  You could A) Go in by yourself and then you're the creepy dude in fantasyland by yourself.  These guys are always wearing a hat and a northface jacket and in the upstairs porn part.  B) Go in with a girlfriend/wife.  I didn't have one at the time and it's ALWAYS a bad idea anyway.  You end up looking at something a bit too long and then looking over to see a very pissed off female looking back at you.  On the bright side, you now have enough fodder to get you through the night.  C) Go in with your friends.  This is always interesting.  Someone always ends up getting slapped with a dildo or benoit balls and you get borderline kicked the fuck out before you can buy porn.  Plus, all your friends know what porn you have and may want to borrow it.  That's a big no.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.-I was somewhat interested in the movie.  I love movies....especially psychological thrillers I can be snobby about.  I loved "Vanilla Sky" but more than just loving the movie, I loved that I "got it" while other people left saying "what the fuck was that".  I mean, just read the synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After a car wreck on the winding Mulholland Drive renders a woman amnesic, she and a perky Hollywood-hopeful search for clues and answers across Los Angeles in a twisting venture beyond dreams and reality."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds promising....which is bullshit.  That's why I should be hired to write HONEST synopsis for the back of all movies.  Like, the MPAA hires me to write a true outline of the movie and the movie HAS to put it on the box like a rating....to warn people against watching shitty movies.  It would help save the industry.  More on this later**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I get in my dad's red dodge ram and get on the bypass.  The wrong bypass.  I don't know where the fuck I am but I know i'm not going in the right direction.  I now know that I was heading for Tuscaloosa.  I passed the New Hope area exit before I build up the courage to turn around in the middle grassy area.  I picked a poor spot to do it and nearly got stuck(which is a prelude to another story i'll tell one day....about getting stuck in a ditch on 4th of July....a mere 3 months later).  I turned around and realized I was going the right way now.  Went to Hollywood video and did 4 laps around the store....acting like I was browsing when I knew what I was there for.  I get Mulholland Drive and Punch Drunk Love.  The guy feverishly tried to talk me out of Punch Drunk Love and I said "meh....it's Sandler.  It can't be awful"(which was just one of the many times I was wrong that day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go home and pop in the movie.  It takes me about 15 minutes to realize this is going to be one of those fucked up, unable to track, Hollywood sucking it's own dick movies.  Every couple of years, Hollywood makes a movie where it sucks its own dick.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3419/3756068495_2ee235dd84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3419/3756068495_2ee235dd84.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The dick is the "Y".....or the "WOOD".  You decide which is more funny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes like this:  Some fucked up writer/director will make a movie "for him...from his heart".  He'll get Dustin Hoffman on board and then Kathy Bates, Thomas Hayden Church and Charlize Theron.   He'll write some nonsensical shit like Dustin Hoffman plays a hack writer/director making a shit movie that no one cares about.  It doesn't have and interesting plot.  It ends up playing out like a regular ass person's regular ass day....only if you took any semblance of cool shit out.  They call it artsy and it ends up getting praised by critics for its cinematography or unique characters....but it actually only gets praised because Hollywood makes people feel like they HAVE to understand this movie or they just "dont get it" and are too stupid to follow.  So a bunch of people just pretend like they like the shit(shining examples: I Heart Huckabees.  About Schmidt.  Punch Drunk Love).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the whole movie is fucked up.  It doesn't track.  Bunch of random things happening in no particular order.  Wigs.  I've got my dick in my hand(pause) in anticipation because i've given up on the movie making sense.  I think it's a bad formula anyway.  I can count at least 5 movies that I thought were awful because I watched the movie for the wrong reasons(tits).  Tomb Raider(no tits), Mulholland Drive(lez scene not worth the trouble....but not bad), Wicker Park(I don't even know what happened in this movie.  I fast forwarded a lot....for nothing), Basic Instinct 2(I was desperate) and Wild Things(son of bitch....side tangent coming)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.  Fucking Wild Things.  I was in Wal-Mart with Nicky "motherfuckin" Shelton and Tyler Marsh around 2005.  Same circumstances(no gf, no porn, etc).  I see Wild Things on the shelf and had heard that there was a 4 way with Denise Richards, Neve Campbell, Matt Dillon and Matt Dillon's big ass forehead.  Color me interested.  Plot line didn't sound horrible and it was only 7 bucks.  As soon as I picked it up though, Tyler starts teasing me about having carpal tunnel in a week.  I know that this is all the movie is known for, so buying it would be like buying all the awkwardness of buying porn at Wal-Mart but none of the facials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Spoiler alert....no bukkake in Wild Things)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got Nicky to buy it, except he was only 16 and Wal-Mart is full of Nazis and carded him....so I ended up buying it anyway....but I got to play it off like "Fine Nicky....i'll buy your borderline smut for you. You goddamned pervert"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.telegraph.co.uk/culture/files/2009/07/quaker.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 411px;" src="http://blogs.telegraph.co.uk/culture/files/2009/07/quaker.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Quaker Oats man is watching you while you touch yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I watched it and the scene happened(definitely nothing to complain about in the scene except it could have gone longer....like....the entire movie) and I was somewhat into it.  At some point that movie just went insane though.  It becomes impossible to track and I see Kevin Bacon's slab(his dick....not his car, though i've seen cars smaller than his dong.  Pause.)  Horrible movie.  Anyways, the lesson is don't watch a whole movie for wanking purposes.  You'll only be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**That's going to be one of my new things.  I'm going to do movie reviews but tell the truth.  Like, if I was hired to write the back of "Mulholland Drive" 's box, it would say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fucking pretentious.  David Lynch is an asshole.  Decent enough lez scene but you better be quick or this movie will fuck up your boner with creepy shit that Lynch came up with while on brown acid.  The fact that this movie was made makes the idea of free will seem like a terrible idea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah....I guess I give it a thumbs down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676532614289957606-1643604909405598727?l=kolasand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/feeds/1643604909405598727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/2010/03/drive-to-mulholland-drive.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676532614289957606/posts/default/1643604909405598727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676532614289957606/posts/default/1643604909405598727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/2010/03/drive-to-mulholland-drive.html' title='The drive to Mulholland Drive'/><author><name>Spookzeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226051098479179721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3419/3756068495_2ee235dd84_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676532614289957606.post-4642940265055059384</id><published>2010-02-24T02:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:33:09.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Couple of things and then some writing</title><content type='html'>My blog is growing and i'm excited about that.  It motivates me.  It taps in to my bitter younger child who was probably ignored too much by my parents.  I'll be writing almost every wednesday....usually once a week so I don't burn myself out like I have in the past.  I'm gonna try really hard to bring the funny without violating decency laws or self incriminating or anything.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple of issues I wanna tackle.  One of the main reason my blog has probably doubled in readers is because of facebook.  I guess this makes my post entirely dedicated to bitching about facebook dated.  Whatever.  I don't care.  I'll use facebook to whore out my endeavors and myspace to record shitty versions of songs because I have a cheap microphone.  With this expansion has come questions or concerns about how to leave comments on here(which I prefer but will take them wherever you stick them....pause).  I recognize that it's kind of a pain in the ass, but all you really have to do though is go to the "Name/URL" in the drop down box and enter your name and then just put your blog, facebook or myspace home page address as the URL.  Hell, you can put a porn site as your URL for all I care(please....no child or beastiality porn.  That means you Tim Chandler).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v73/248/102/644872320/n644872320_80300_1700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 466px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v73/248/102/644872320/n644872320_80300_1700.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that guy from the sandlot loves the horse porn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All it does is make your name a hyperlink to whatever site you put.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool.  2nd:  I'm a mad man.  I have a lot of different sides.  Some people who have found this site have been a bit surprised at what or how I write.  I'm kinda breaking the 5th wall here.  Since i'm not a celebrity and the only people who would or should care enough to come here are friends of mine who think I have something to offer...that means you all know, at least a little, how I am.  You know i'm a good guy.  I'm not crude for the sake of being crude.  While writing this though, i'm a character and i'm completely honest about even the most depraved thoughts that we all have.  I tap into the fact that I think we're all pretty much the same person with slight variations.  So yeah...when I make a dick joke, it's only because you were thinking it first.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd:  So, i've got a few stories in the chamber.  They are "evergreen" meaning I can break them out at any time and they'll still be funny and they won't be dated because they are in the past anyway.  However, I don't want to just blow through all my stories.  I want to do rants, lists, etc.  Here's what i'd like from you guys:  If there is something you'd like me to rant about or have a question for me(i'll answer it no matter how embarrassing) or anything like that....just post it and I WILL make a post out of it.  We can even swaggerjack the idea from Adam Carolla where he does "What can't Adam complain about" i'll do "What can't Nic rant about".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.  You've put up with my semi-serious moving forward bullshit for long enough.  Now onward and....probably laterally.  Since I had to spend a bit of time writing this and thinking it up, i'm just gonna go random for a little bit and then post something from my old blog for the memories.  Thanks for everything guys.  I love you all!!!  Some more than others.  Some of you make my pants tight.  I feel i've gone too far.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  Random.  Let me put my thoughts inside you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day 1: "Yeah....Bruce is ok if you like listening about how it's tough to be a middle class white guy dealing with Reagan era voodoo economics, but what'd that get him?  His fans are a bunch of fat 40 year old white guys.  All his fans are basically Carl from Aqua Teen Hunger Force.  See, John was smart.  He learned.  He said "fuck that, i'm gonna sing about getting pussy" and now he spends every night banging each state's age of consent.  He's in Idaho thursday and you can damn well be sure he'll be shacking up with a 14 year old at a Boise Double Tree....uh....or something"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Me arguing John Mayer vs Bruce Springsteen with Joe.  Few creative liberties taken with the retelling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question of the day: "Did you ever try any of your wife's breast milk while she was pregnant?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nathan's friend Katie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:  Yes....but not on purpose.  For those that are curious(and really, how could you not be) it doesn't really taste like anything.  It's like room temperature water...or maybe room temp coconut juice REALLY diluted with water.  In a related funny story, a comedian named Dino Stamotopoulos was going to be a writer on whatever shitty show du jour Courtney Cox was crapping out after "Friends" and David Arquette(her husband) apparently took a liking to his edgy style(he's pretty fucked up all the time) and invited him back for drinks.  David asked Dino what kind of beer he wanted and joked "or you can have a bottle of my wife's breast milk" and Dino took it and chugged it.  He later remarked "I didn't know something so sweet could come out of someone so bitter" and didn't get the writing job.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confidence booster of the day:  I watched "The Hangover".  That movie is a piece of shit.  My confidence is boosted because I now know I could write a movie better than everyone's favorite comedy of last year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nic-tionary:  I'm gonna explain a few words I use from time to time for future reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pause":  A nicer way of saying "no homo" and the less used "no bruno".  It's a northeastern hip hop thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Horse potato":  Just an exclamatory word.  Jacob said it in the middle of church one day and they asked him what he was talking about and he said "I just said it so I wouldn't say 'fuckshit'".  It's kinda stuck.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Slab":  Nonstop comedy.  When I was in highschool, half the football team called their...uh....members "slab" as in slab of meat.  Like a year later, people in Houston, TX started calling their cars "slab".  The confusion in songs has been awesome.  Super masculine guys talking about riding on a slab and putting rims on their slab etc.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Swaggerjack":  Steal.  In particular, to steal someone's swag or swagger....but really to steal anyones creative idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now to go old school.  This was one of my favorite if not my favorite post from the old blog "Inside Trout".  It's about my old fear of the steak man at Ryan's and Barnhill's and was set up like an advice column when I asked ex DC Joe Kines for advice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Joe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a 20 something in Northeast Mississippi and I have a problem that I need help with. You see, almost everyone in my family is fairly large....myself included. In fact....my older brother and I almost died on a water ride called the "Backsplash" in Philadelphia, MS because we ignored the "400 lb weight limit" knowing good and damned well that we exceeded that total by a combined weight of 200 pounds. Luckily, the stoner 16 year old working the ride saved us from ourselves and made us go separately. But that has little to do with my problem. In fact....most of America is catching up with us or passing us....so we're all good on that front. No, no....my problem has to do with the fact that my family loves to go to all you can eat buffets.....and I.....well........I'm scared of the steak man/woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbfcIKPcesM/SIIVk-mOgUI/AAAAAAAAADU/MiFsPNqFF3M/s400/chef+hat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbfcIKPcesM/SIIVk-mOgUI/AAAAAAAAADU/MiFsPNqFF3M/s400/chef+hat.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't judge me damnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's weird....but people have weird phobias. Some people are scared of clowns. Some people are scared of pickles. Some people are scared of clowns with pickles. Some people are scared of Crispin Glover doing a song about clowns and pickles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicvideosthatsuck.com/images/clown4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 477px; height: 355px;" src="http://musicvideosthatsuck.com/images/clown4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared of the steak man.....or rather....the interaction with the steak man. Call it bovis-homosapious phobia. It's like....I know I want steak or smoked sausage or whatever he is pushing today. He knows I want it the way I'm eyeing it. I just can't bring myself to ask him because I feel like it goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(individual thoughts in parentheses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Um....let me get a cut of steak and maybe some smoked sausage as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( God, this guys hat is intimidating and he also has a knife. He probably thinks I'm fat )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steak guy: {.....Cuts meat and looks mean. Says something that no one could possibly understand}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: {.....Thinks about making small talk before realizing that I hate small talk and wouldn't dare talk about the weather or something so trivial.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steak guy: {.....cuts the smallest possible slab of meat and puts it on the plate}&lt;br /&gt;That enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Hell naw that ain't enough,this big ass dude is gonna want more... haha. Look at him,he wants more of it... haha.... Fat som' bitch )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Um......yeah.......thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(damn,this is a small ass piece of meat. maybe I'll grab half a roll and make a sandwich. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It irritates the hell out of me Coach Kines. Why would they make this the one section that I can't self serve(along with drinks....which I don't seem to have a problem asking for) Help Coach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Chubby....but well hung(photoshop available on demand for proof) in Columbus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbfcIKPcesM/SGXbj6oMpII/AAAAAAAAAC8/r1ELFBJfIM0/s320/Joe+kines+with+a+fish+under+his+arm.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbfcIKPcesM/SGXbj6oMpII/AAAAAAAAAC8/r1ELFBJfIM0/s320/Joe+kines+with+a+fish+under+his+arm.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUBBY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST OF ALL, WHY DO ALL THESE DAMNED QUESTIONS COME OUT OF NORTHEAST MISSISSIPPI? CRAZY ASS PEOPLE. MAKE DELIVERANCE, GEORGIA SEEM NORMAL. NOW, FOR YOUR QUESTION. AIN'T NOTHIN WRONG WITH BEING BIG. REMEMBER THAT GAME....OKIE STATE....COULDN'T STOP THAT OL INSIDE TROUT. WHAT DID I DO? I THREW IT TO ANDRE SMITH'S HUGE ASS AND LET HIM EARTHQUAKE IT IN FOR 6 POINTS. SHIT BOY, FAT BOTTOMED GIRLS MAKE THE ROCKIN WORLD GO ROUND. SAY,YOU TAKE SOMEONE HOME FROM A BAR AND CAN'T FIND YOUR ELECTRIC TOOTHBRUSH IN THE MORNING....BUT AT LEAST YOU DON'T HAVE THE CLAP. THATS CALLED COMPROMISE AND TRADE OFF. OUR FOUNDING FATHERS DID IT...SO DID DANIEL BOONE. NO TIME TO STOP. YOU CAN BUY A NEW TOOTHBRUSH BUT YOU CAN'T BUY A NEW REPUTATION AND DOWNSTAIRS HAIRY BEANBAG. NOW GET OUT THERE AND GET SOME STEAK....MAYBE A FIFTH OF SCOTCH. GO HARD OR GO HOME SON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINCERELY,&lt;br /&gt;COACH KINES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quick update and edit:  I'm not really scared of the steak man anymore.  Not sure when it happened, but I don't have that irrational fear.  Laura did have a funny interaction with the steak lady at Ryan's the other day though.  She asked to have it cooked "with no pink" and the lady cuts it open and Laura says "is there any pink?" and the lady says very hastily and pissy "you're looking at it maam".  Thats the kind of shit i'm talking about....but it made me laugh.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676532614289957606-4642940265055059384?l=kolasand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/feeds/4642940265055059384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/2010/02/couple-of-things-and-then-some-writing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676532614289957606/posts/default/4642940265055059384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676532614289957606/posts/default/4642940265055059384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/2010/02/couple-of-things-and-then-some-writing.html' title='Couple of things and then some writing'/><author><name>Spookzeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226051098479179721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbfcIKPcesM/SIIVk-mOgUI/AAAAAAAAADU/MiFsPNqFF3M/s72-c/chef+hat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676532614289957606.post-338214086434607968</id><published>2010-02-19T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T02:35:20.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An open letter to youtube</title><content type='html'>Dear Youtube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I know you've heard the horror stories.  No, i'm not going to bitch you out like I did that radio guy or facebook(I caved on facebook and have one now).  I just wanna talk.....before our relationship gets to that.  You see, we work well together.  You help me melt away precious seconds of my life that I could be doing something worthwhile(unlikely) or playing "Punchout" on nintendo(very likely)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fObSStlFSGg/STdFU0ZG78I/AAAAAAAAC_g/7aU-KFoqrGw/s200/bald-bull.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fObSStlFSGg/STdFU0ZG78I/AAAAAAAAC_g/7aU-KFoqrGw/s200/bald-bull.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Excuse me while I fuck up this Turkish boxer in 8 bits&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, in turn, send you hits to the genuinely insane videos I can find like &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rH6b_lSQst0"&gt;Clowny Clown Clown&lt;/a&gt; and the wonderfully confusing and hilarious &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A4jr52A-zLY"&gt;That's Weird&lt;/a&gt; and even chime in a video of my own(me commenting and then my brother Nathan singing about....uh....monkey sex.  Just watch it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-DPG1OiKv5U&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-DPG1OiKv5U&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the positives are certainly there.  The negatives.  Ah the negatives.  Let's look at them one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;strong&gt;Comments&lt;/strong&gt;  Every fucking youtube video somehow turns commenters racist.  I swear, the video could be "how to make peanut butter cookies" and it's just a lady that looks like she could be my grandmother making cookies....and I scroll down and read "SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH!!!  ASIANS DON'T KNOW HOW TO DO SHIT BUT BE IN PORNS AND BUILD RAILROADS!  PWNED! LULZ!!!!".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when they aren't racist, they are fucked in the head.  I just read a 38 post youtube comment article on a damned Chris Daughtry video where someone threatened to "face fuck your soul BITCH" and even that thread of comments wasn't absent of a sort of racism as someone just posted "Chris 4Life [n word....with a at the end]" and that's it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chrisdaughtryfans.com/images/chrisposing.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 384px;" src="http://www.chrisdaughtryfans.com/images/chrisposing.bmp" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;certified gangster&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for example, i'm going to liveblog this right now....as i'm typing.  There was a story out of England where a Ray Gosling, a broadcaster for the BBC,  just admitted on camera(for no reason other than to come clean to the surprise of the BBC) that he performed a mercy killing(via pillow suffocation) on his lover several years ago because he was dying of aids.  It's definitely a touchy story and very sensitive.  I haven't seen it on youtube yet....just on other sites.  So i'm going to look it up on youtube and take the 5 most fucked up comments I can find and post them.  And the winners(if you could fucking call them that) are....in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. racistgayclown(bonus points for name) says: "We all no he was a homo and he was living with a man dying of cancer and at the same time shagging rent boys up the ass... no big deal for someone like that anyway, thats the kind of thing you do when your partner is dying of cancer, you have sex with someone with aids... and you think im stupid...... Holy fuckin jesus uphill gardener crap....Get back under your fuckin rock you crackpot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Tabula123456 says: " don't believe you...i think ur a lying bastard...first off ur a 53yo man sitting in YT posts calling homos names...ur mot likely﻿ alone and sucking cock on the side...and if it is true then i believe ur wife is severely sexually repressed because you spend all ur time fucking ur children...I hope ur grandchild is ok..i don't imagine, for one second, he or she is safe with a person like you... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. ronin2469 says "I'm just asking questions, plug your ears and cover your eyes, the gay community should be outraged at gay Ray for his hate crime against a gay, is it that he's gay so it's ok, or if he was staight that﻿ makes it murder? This is like when blacks say it's ok for them to use the n word"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hobo59 says:  "Spoken like the ignoramus you prove yourself to be. Nope you can't find a conservative Homosexual since the ideologies and terms are mutually exclusive. By the way if you want supporting evidence, all you need to do is post some for your statements first ! lol Dumb homosexual cock lover !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I'm going to MrMadBastard and just posting several one liners he also said because....well....shit....you'll see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"u silly fucking dirty inbred shite eating nonce fuck, u clearly ARE gay as is obvious to the entire human race. don't u realise what an abomination against christ your rancid cocksucking faggot ways are? u really need to repent now and beg that u be spared from an eternity of beelzebub's red hot phallus of justice in the pit of hades, u fucking demented shite eating cunt. u make fucking sick beyone all﻿ comprehension. u silly fuck, why don't u go read the bible sometime before it is too late! an eternity in the blazing fires of hades awaits you if continue with your perverted﻿ shitstabbing ways. Never underestimate the depravity of a bumhole engineer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a lot of pictures and witty one liner opportunities in the text above....not unless someone wants me to quip about goatse(DONT GOOGLE!!!) or something.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah....are there really enough good youtube comments to justify the fucked up ones?  I gotta think no.  Even those that aren't offensive are still just some 19 year old saying how he relates to Rob Thomas because his girlfriend broke up with him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Dumb ass videos I have to watch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm, unfortunately, a pretty nice guy.  I'd have been better off if I was a dickbag.  I'd have pulled more pussy, i'd have more career success and i'd probably be a fan of hair gel and ed hardy(not you Angie...talking about guys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hair-styles-secrets-revealed.com/images/AXE-Hair-Products-for-Men.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 440px; height: 361px;" src="http://www.hair-styles-secrets-revealed.com/images/AXE-Hair-Products-for-Men.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hair gel and dickbags certainly aren't mutually exclusive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a nice guy has messed me up in several areas of life(we'll get back to that in a minute).  I'm also an internet master...especially youtube.  I described my youtube prowess to a coworker like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look....I don't want to watch any piddly ass youtube videos.  I'm on a different plain than other people when it comes to youtube.  I don't want to see some corny motherfucker doing 20 years of dance moves or some fat future diabetic twirling his lightsaber.  I'm  past all that shit.  Normal youtube humor does nothing for me.  I'm a youtube deviant.  If everyone else is having youtube missionary sex....i'm like having to youtube jerk off while someone steps on a cockroach and shits on a glass coffee table while I watch from under.  So you have to at least youtube pee on me for me to even chuckle.  Dig?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't really dig....but it got me out of whatever they were about to show me.  Anyway, that was to one of my REALLY good work friends.  I can't say shit like that to everyone....and they take advantage.  I'm stuck watching shitty foreign beer commercials that they think are funny or motocross crashes or some shit I watched 5 years ago.  It's not good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, isn't there some kind of youtube committee we could form and get some of the shitty videos off?  I'll head the damned thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i'm on this side tangent:  Don't fucking recommend videos for me to watch, because it's always recommending I watch some shit that's related to something I was youtube raped into watching.  It's never "Always Sunny.." clips or "Mad cause i'm stylin on you" compilations....and it's only ever ass shaking videos when my wife is around.  It's always Glenn Beck calling Whoppee Goldberg a cunt or something because someone made me watch a scene of "Sister Act".  I don't need that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad we got that resolved youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbye!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676532614289957606-338214086434607968?l=kolasand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/feeds/338214086434607968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/2009/12/open-letter-to-youtube.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676532614289957606/posts/default/338214086434607968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676532614289957606/posts/default/338214086434607968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/2009/12/open-letter-to-youtube.html' title='An open letter to youtube'/><author><name>Spookzeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226051098479179721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fObSStlFSGg/STdFU0ZG78I/AAAAAAAAC_g/7aU-KFoqrGw/s72-c/bald-bull.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676532614289957606.post-3835104943938790273</id><published>2010-01-23T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T23:56:34.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Cussin' in front of the preacher/THEY DID WHAT!!!"</title><content type='html'>This is another story from my past.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years ago, I got married.  Jury still out on that one.  However, it did leave me with quite a moment.  I had 4 best men in my wedding:  My 2 brothers, Nathan and Daniel and two of my best friends, Tyler Marsh and Nicky Shelton.  We all got fitted for tuxedos from Goody's and this little nugget some how came up:  My little brother has lost his virginity in A FUCKING 3 WAY(gangbang?  Is it still a 3 way if the 3rd is another guy?) WITH NICKY SHELTON AND SOME RANDOM FEMALE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://view.picapp.com/default.aspx?term=rosie odonnell&amp;iid=7342346" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.picapp.com/ftp/Images/a/3/d/b/UPI_POY_2009_8664.JPG?adImageId=9431683&amp;imageId=7342346" width="500" height="656"  border="0" alt="UPI POY 2009 - Entertainment."/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://cdn.pis.picapp.com/IamProd/PicAppPIS/JavaScript/PisV4.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;random female&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I remember when Nicky lost his virginity.  He was sorta like a little brother.  We spent a lot of time together and he was one of the guys I always looked after and he listened to me....and then one day I turned around and he was grown up.  Well, he wasn't quite there yet when this happened.  He was with a nefarious young lady and thought it was way too much of a coincidence that the Dave Chappelle skit where he's communicating with various STD's was on as he's fornicating.  This is how he summed everything up into a nice little ball though:  "I kinda wish I hadn't done it.  She also gave a lazy blowjob".  So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://view.picapp.com/default.aspx?term=dave chappelle&amp;iid=3170080" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.picapp.com/ftp/Images/9/9/6/4/The_Fifth_Annual_1340.jpg?adImageId=9431189&amp;imageId=3170080" width="400" height="594"  border="0" alt="The Fifth Annual Grand Gala"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://cdn.pis.picapp.com/IamProd/PicAppPIS/JavaScript/PisV4.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Herpes!  SURPRISE MOTHAFUCKA!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say all that to say this:  From the first time Nicky wrangled his first piece of pussy, something in him changed.  He decided, from that point forward, he wasn't going to masturbate unless he had to.  I tried to explain to him "hey man....sometimes it's better to play tennis against the wall than with a shitty partner" but he wasn't buying that.  That boy would fuck a lubed up hole in the ground.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://openphoto.net/cgi-bin/image?image_id=20971&amp;filters=&amp;rotate=&amp;degrees="&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 502px; height: 546px;" src="http://openphoto.net/cgi-bin/image?image_id=20971&amp;filters=&amp;rotate=&amp;degrees=" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just add lube or spit in it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i've seen him do much worse than he could do for a quick nut.  Another strange quirk about Nicky....he always wanted me to be involved.  He would often try to talk me in to he and I tag teaming random girls...sometimes even girlfriends of his.  Well, when I became all but married, I guess he moved on to Nathan and Nathan said "fuck it...i'm down".  So Nicky apparently summoned up one of his lower level sea urchins and talked her into it.  This is how the conversation between Nathan and I went (with a few comments thrown in by Nicky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic:  Well...uh....how was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan:  Fucking awful.  Like, she put on "bump and grind" by R Kelly and lit some candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic:  Ok.  Like, what was she...like a 4 out of 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan:  Nah...she was like a 2 or 3 on a good day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic:  Fuck.  I usually save my 2 and 3 ranking for special needs people and amputees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky:  She wasn't that bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic:  {Laughing}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan: Whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic: Well, did it at least feel good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan:  It felt like I was fucking a cold can of hormel chili.  Or like....a zip lock bag full of chilled water with a goldfish in it that I just won from the carnival.  Or like....a fucking....pringles can full of lemon jello.  Maybe a vat of mayonnaise that went bad a couple of months ago but no one threw it out of the refrigerator.  Or....(and on and on and on....even to this day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://view.picapp.com/default.aspx?term=folgers&amp;iid=962679" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.picapp.com/ftp/Images/a/7/5/d/Folgers_To_Stop_8a06.jpg?adImageId=9431930&amp;imageId=962679" width="500" height="327"  border="0" alt="Folgers To Stop Using Metal Cans For Packaging"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://cdn.pis.picapp.com/IamProd/PicAppPIS/JavaScript/PisV4.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He might have said 'like a coffee can full of shit"...but that would've hit a little close to home.  Uh....Nathan once shit in a coffee can and kept it for like 3 years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next day was the wedding.  Nicky, Nathan and I go pick up the tuxes and we're gonna go to the church to set up.  Nathan is riding in the back and Nicky's car was a 2 door...so I have to fold the seat up and let him out.  Nathan is like 6'6" 285 at this point....so he's not comfortable in the back and the whole way over, he's complaining that the tuxedos laying on him is making him hot and making his dick itch(pause).  Quick side story:  My church was going through a transition at the time.  The preacher I grew up with and wanted to do my wedding had moved on to a different church but was coming back to do the wedding.  The new preacher i'd met maybe twice and he's outside trimming the hedges or something when we pull up(end side story).  So we pull up to the church and i'm a ball of nerves.  I get out of the car and just start walking toward the church like i'm Joe Coolshit. In slow motion like fucking Mr Blonde in Reservoir Dogs or some shit.   Nathan calmly waits 3 seconds like he can't believe i'm leaving him stuck back there and then yells "NIC, GET THESE TUXEDOS OFF ME GODDAMN IT!!!".  The preacher looks up and I lost my shit.  I fell down laughing.  I haven't been back much since then.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that whole night was pretty awesome.  Nathan spent the night making Tyler uncomfortable by telling him all the things this random woman's vagina felt like.  Tyler went and told my older brother Daniel...hoping he'd talk some sense into Nathan but Daniel was more proud than anything(I'm not sure what it says about me that i'm the only brother out of 3 that's never been in a 3 way of any kind).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.  My life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_91Owzmj09tg/S1v8_8CAYRI/AAAAAAAAAAg/uM1obHuCTc8/s1600-h/l_5bd27e551e59663e7fc41cc6d047d35b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_91Owzmj09tg/S1v8_8CAYRI/AAAAAAAAAAg/uM1obHuCTc8/s320/l_5bd27e551e59663e7fc41cc6d047d35b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430211951101763858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a nice follow up.  I texted Nathan to see if he minded me re-telling this story to the 9 people who read this shit.  This is our text transcript.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic:  Hey man....do you care if I tell the 3 way story on my blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan:  Nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic:  Cool...just wanted to make sure before I put your business on teh internets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan:  Yeah...cool.  One condition.  You have to embellish the size of my penis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic:  Holy shit.  That means I also have to embellish the size of that bitches' twat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan:  Fuck yeah.  I've got rhino cock and she's got the bat cave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic:  Full of cold chili&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan:  And Robin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic:  And that old ass butler guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan:  Hell yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676532614289957606-3835104943938790273?l=kolasand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/feeds/3835104943938790273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/2010/01/cussin-in-front-of-preacherthey-did.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676532614289957606/posts/default/3835104943938790273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676532614289957606/posts/default/3835104943938790273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/2010/01/cussin-in-front-of-preacherthey-did.html' title='&quot;Cussin&apos; in front of the preacher/THEY DID WHAT!!!&quot;'/><author><name>Spookzeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226051098479179721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_91Owzmj09tg/S1v8_8CAYRI/AAAAAAAAAAg/uM1obHuCTc8/s72-c/l_5bd27e551e59663e7fc41cc6d047d35b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676532614289957606.post-2501681385742432757</id><published>2009-12-10T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T02:14:22.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH HOLY SHIT.  IT'S ON</title><content type='html'>You know what....you try to be a nice guy.  (gathering my thoughts and trying to compose myself).  Fuck.  My anger is genuine right now people.  You know...it's interesting that on the day that "The Elusive Erin" threatened to basically break her elusive foot off in my ass unless I wrote a blog post, that i'd find something so infuriating that unless I wrote about it, i'd have to gut myself and bleed out in the bathtub just to not feel pain anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this was me a few weeks ago on this very blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's made me completely re-evaluate everything i've ever believed. I mean it. Do you know what i'm doing? I'm calling off the fatwa on Trace Adkins. Yeah. Just did it. Holy war over."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huge mistake.  This is why you have to keep your foot on the throat of the opposition.  Because if you let up, they find the thing you love most in the world...AND THEY FUCKING ATTACK IT!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3018/2784906139_23b2eb2783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3018/2784906139_23b2eb2783.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trace: "Hey Guyton, Next i'm gonna fuck your grandmother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic: "My grandmother is DEAD!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adkins....you son of a bitch.  I've been hating you for about 8 years.  I declared a fucking fatwa on you for christ sake.  But then...i realized most music now is truly shitty.  So I let it go.  When I started hating you....you were the shittiest artist on the planet.  But then everyone else took that as a personal challenge to "out shitty" you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.chron.com/txpotomac/Mission-accomplished.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 370px;" src="http://blogs.chron.com/txpotomac/Mission-accomplished.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have enough hate for everyone.  So I let it go...hoping to finally find peace.  Well Trace, you won't let me have peace will you?  You wait 8 FUCKING YEARS to respond to me and my nonsense....patiently.  Plotting.  Like a goddamn hillbilly bond villain with a penis bulge in his wranglers.  You knew my sweet spot all along didn't you....you bastard.  You were just waiting til the perfect time.  That perfect time came on Dec 5th, 2009.  My beloved Alabama Crimson Tide....the most important not human(I consider the team an entity...like a thing...not so much the individuals who make up the team) thing in my life...won the SEC championship and were on their way to the national championship for only the second time in my life....and I was 6 the last time.  I quickly scrambled for a way to haul my ass out to Pasadena, CA and buy tickets....and while I was distracted, that terrorist dropped this dirty bomb on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OfuhDX4vmoI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OfuhDX4vmoI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, it's sideways.  I didn't shoot the motherfucker.  Turn your monitor or head sideways if you want to see a denim outline of Trace Adkins' cock&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, admittedly, i've taken some shots at Trace Adkins.  Calling him the shittiest artist in the world comes to mind.  Declaring an islamic holy war on him was also probably seen by some as a bit extreme.  Hell, when I was told the story about his 2nd wife almost killing him by shooting him twice, my honest to god first reaction was "I gotta teach that bitch how to aim"....which seemed to shock those in the room with me.  So yeah, we have history.  But this is a low blow.  I mean, we're talking about Alabama here.  My original home state.  The team that got me through an unbelievably hard(comparatively speaking) childhood and adolescence.  It's one thing to slowly kill the idea of music.  I guess you needed a new challenge.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well fine.  It's on bitch.  And by "it", i mean my fatwa....a new fatwa with some bad juju.  All my juju is going toward you and Texas.  And i'm done with Texas in a month and your ass is grass....covered in some really tight denim.  No homo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.countrystarsonline.com/CSO/images/artists/TraceAdkins2005_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.countrystarsonline.com/CSO/images/artists/TraceAdkins2005_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:Lx_6OOSlkCmgqM:http://blog.dailycal.org/arts/files/2008/08/plus_sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 122px; height: 101px;" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:Lx_6OOSlkCmgqM:http://blog.dailycal.org/arts/files/2008/08/plus_sign.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/59/195826212_f6ce18688e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 311px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/59/195826212_f6ce18688e.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:Lx_6OOSlkCmgqM:http://blog.dailycal.org/arts/files/2008/08/plus_sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 122px; height: 101px;" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:Lx_6OOSlkCmgqM:http://blog.dailycal.org/arts/files/2008/08/plus_sign.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1186/1231014857_ca48f7ea27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 344px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1186/1231014857_ca48f7ea27.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1217/559919479_f471570865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 196px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1217/559919479_f471570865.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/42/l_884ef8ea9a5d492baaecf572419e1136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/42/l_884ef8ea9a5d492baaecf572419e1136.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For those that failed math:  Trace Adkins' punk ass + Texas' punk ass + a hydrogen bomb or some other cataclysmic event = a happy and slightly amused(aroused?) Nickoli&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676532614289957606-2501681385742432757?l=kolasand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/feeds/2501681385742432757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-holy-shit-its-on.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676532614289957606/posts/default/2501681385742432757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676532614289957606/posts/default/2501681385742432757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-holy-shit-its-on.html' title='OH HOLY SHIT.  IT&apos;S ON'/><author><name>Spookzeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226051098479179721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3018/2784906139_23b2eb2783_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676532614289957606.post-8506090321877924441</id><published>2009-11-24T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:56:13.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of the week</title><content type='html'>Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello Benjamin.  God has a plan for you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Me.  A couple of Resident Hall Security guys at work had been hyping me up all night and telling the new guy that I was funny and stuff....so I broke him off with that little nugget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped off at the house to visit my nephews at 9 in the morning.  Nathan was still asleep and I made as much noise as humanly possible to wake him up....followed by him saying "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" which made me laugh uncontrollably.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do subliminal messages work?  Play this for your girlfriend and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/upQ1KsnYSKs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/upQ1KsnYSKs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676532614289957606-8506090321877924441?l=kolasand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/feeds/8506090321877924441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/2009/11/of-week.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676532614289957606/posts/default/8506090321877924441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676532614289957606/posts/default/8506090321877924441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/2009/11/of-week.html' title='Of the week'/><author><name>Spookzeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226051098479179721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676532614289957606.post-8898159563232695463</id><published>2009-11-22T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T03:23:00.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh* da durty version</title><content type='html'>Quick quote of the day while I remember it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hell no she's not sleeping.  She's watching the discovery channel, learning about fucking stalagmites"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Me.  It was 3 in the morning and we're trying to get Lucy, who is addicted to the tv, to go to sleep.  Laura ask me if she was asleep, but her eyes were WIDE open watching the channel we'd left it on....which was now playing something about caves.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/120/285632672_8d701eaa9c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/120/285632672_8d701eaa9c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Lucy thinks this is some badass shit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, quick question:  How many of you knew that christmas and new years always falls on the same day of the week(like this year, both will be on friday....because they are a week apart)?  Because i'm losing faith in mankind.  Maybe i'm weird FOR knowing that.  I know one thing though, there is no excuse for someone being told they are 7 days apart and that christmas is on a friday and having them still stumble on what day it would be on.  That person makes more money than me and that's why capitalism doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2474/3904152560_6c7cd69d24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 385px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2474/3904152560_6c7cd69d24.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this guy knows what i'm talking about&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And music.  I know I complain about music a lot....but seriously.  Are we really going this route?  Just have a beat....say something about drinking and dancing and how much fun you're having....and it's a hit?  For real?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like....I was driving home....and I get this musical abortion(I dare you to listen to it.  I QUADRUPLE DOG DARE YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3063/2625706083_5805e06f3b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 475px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3063/2625706083_5805e06f3b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sXMu14YlfXs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sXMu14YlfXs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT.  JUST.  HAPPENED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i know what you're thinking.  "Nic....What The Fuck man?  Just because you had to deal with that garbage doesn't mean I wanted to".  Well screw you hippies.  You know what....i'm like that jigsaw guy from "Saw".  If i'm dying of cancer(this song is cancer....metaphorically and literally.  I feel a lump in my lymph nodes or something after listening to it) then i'm taking someone(all of you) out with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2321/2300221536_c3177f7248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2321/2300221536_c3177f7248.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna play a shitty song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Oh, you think i'm done.  No no.  One song later...some product of a faulty condom is singing about.....i'm really not sure.  I think an acid trip.  Something about hugging fireflies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f42Fk--Nn7M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f42Fk--Nn7M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT!?!?!  So wait.....this schmo gets a thousand hugs.....from 10,000 lightning bugs?  What does that even mean?  Is high tea involved?  On another note....it's good to know that screech's robot from Saved by the bell is getting work.  I mean, 15 years ago, both of these people would have been laughed at/beaten with a stick.  That's what happened to Crispin Glover.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to immediately change the station.  I was never so happy to hear "I'm so caught up in you....little girl".  I mean....really....I would've taken any 38 special I could get at that point.  I'm glad it was the musical version or something bad could've happened.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's made me completely re-evaluate everything i've ever believed.  I mean it.  Do you know what i'm doing?  I'm calling off the fatwa on Trace Adkins.  Yeah.  Just did it.  Holy war over.  I also hate Taylor Swift, Beyonce Knowles, Kid Rock, Gucci Mane, and Lil Boosie JUST a bit less(not much, don't press it).  I can't have this much hate in me...and all of these people(sans Boosie, Gucci and Taylor Swift) have had at least ONE song that was ok.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a broken man people.  Now, if you'll excuse me....i'm going to listen to 6 straight hours of Blue October, Royce, Alice in Chains, OLD Pearl Jam, REM, Nonpoint, Sevendust, and Wallflowers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676532614289957606-8898159563232695463?l=kolasand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/feeds/8898159563232695463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/2009/11/sigh-da-durty-version.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676532614289957606/posts/default/8898159563232695463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676532614289957606/posts/default/8898159563232695463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/2009/11/sigh-da-durty-version.html' title='*sigh* da durty version'/><author><name>Spookzeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226051098479179721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/120/285632672_8d701eaa9c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676532614289957606.post-9103279787394999255</id><published>2009-11-22T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T02:17:26.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All apologies</title><content type='html'>I had a super busy week and didn't get to post much(editor's note: at all) but i'm going to post this apology....and I new rant today.  I'll try to post more often...but my daughter is kicking my ass lately during my writing time.  I promise at least once a week though.  Thanks for your support&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676532614289957606-9103279787394999255?l=kolasand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/feeds/9103279787394999255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-apologies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676532614289957606/posts/default/9103279787394999255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676532614289957606/posts/default/9103279787394999255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-apologies.html' title='All apologies'/><author><name>Spookzeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226051098479179721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676532614289957606.post-8138594366505854067</id><published>2009-11-10T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T12:15:08.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story from my life.  "....just might get it"</title><content type='html'>Here's a new segment for everyone.  Basically, i've had a crazy life.  I've surrounded myself with characters that would be unbelievable even in movies.  I hate boredom, and the people in my life make sure that i'm never bored and have given me a shit ton of stories.  Here is one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"Be careful what you ask for.  You just might get it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A lot of fucking people.  And the pussycat dolls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I don't remember the day I met Jacob Grijalva.  It seems like i've known him my entire life.  I do know that we have been friends since AT LEAST kindergarten and Kiddie College(which just had a hall of fame cast of characters).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake and I became fast friends and our personalities made for interesting moments.  There was the time I confided in him that my parents were, embarrassingly, taking me to a urologist to have my urethra checked on(it needed to be widened.  happens a lot and is genetic I think as me and my brother both had to have it done).  He interpreted this and announced it to the class as "Hey....Nic is going to the dr because his balls are too small".  There was the time he made fun of my mom so I drew a giant picture of a tombstone with his name on it and hung it in the class with the phrase "i'm going to kill you" on it.  Jesus.  I would've been expelled if I did that in this day and age, even though I was probably 9 or 10.  There were other tales, but we'll get into those at another time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, we were brought together early in our lives by coincidence and our personalities led us to be friends but also led us to both have an "alfa dog" mentality and we clashed....a lot....over girls, objects, and things even dumber.  I say all of that just to kind of give a background on Jacob and I because he'll probably be in several of these stories.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the actual story part.  Jacob and I are both large mammals....he larger than I.....and played football.  Coach McCrory used to pseudo racistly call him "the biggest Mexican to ever cross the Rio Grande".  Coach McCrory could just say shit and somehow get away with what others couldn't.  Jacob was a bit....um....short tempered in his early years.  He once body slammed a quarterback in a fucking B team football game and got ejected.  After the game I ask him why and he said "fucker kept throwing it before I could get to him".  So yeah.  The fact that Jake didn't ram McCrory's head up his ass at 90 miles an hour lets you know he kinda liked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/47/l_156d8a4351af4009b7f338f0b7d30a17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/47/l_156d8a4351af4009b7f338f0b7d30a17.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jacob seen here not murdering the shit out of coach McCrory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the best part of playing football isn't even playing football.  Or it wasn't for me anyway.  My favorite year of football was 10th grade....the one year I didn't hardly play at all.  It was because we had a core group of guys we'd sit on the sideline and bullshit with.  As 15 year old boys are prone to do....we'd talk about sex....a lot.  Sex we'd had, sex we wanted to have, sex we wished we hadn't had and sex we were gonna have and probably later wish we hadn't.  Well, before Jacob had ever had sex for the first time....all he talked about was anal sex.  He had a fucked up obsession with it.  We'd all be talking about regular sex or oral sex and he just went straight for the poop shoot.  Even girls he'd have crushes on where you usually hold them in high regard.....he just wanted to sodomize.  But that was Jacob.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....Jake moved to Texas right as we reached adulthood.  As things go when you reach adulthood and move off, we kept in touch casually but not frequently.  One day, my girlfriend at the time(who is now my wife) and I were riding with an ex girlfriend of Jacob's and he randomly called her phone.  He found out I was in the car and asked to speak with me.  We shot the shit for hours....running down Tiffany's anytime minutes with reckless abandon when Jake drops this bomb on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation as fucking close to verbatim as I can remember it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake:  Ah....dude.  Guess what else I did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic:  What's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J:  Fucked a girl in the ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N:  Really?  Was it everything you'd hoped?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J:  Well....let me tell you the story.  So...when I was the manager of a What-a-burger out here(I believe Fort Worth) I met this girl and we hit it off.  So we started dating and stuff and I really like her.  She's cool as shit, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N:  Gotcha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: So we start having sex and what not and we develop feelings for each other.  So I want to try anal sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: Of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J:  Yeah.  So....I'm like "Look, I like you and you like me.  We could just try it once and it'll be something we've only tried with each other."  So finally she agrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: Awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J:  Fucking shit was disgusting.  It was fucking warm and dry.  Like, then I tried to have sex like normal with her the next day....I was so grossed out I couldn't even get hard anymore.  I broke up with that bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N:  Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J:  Yeah.  So don't do that shit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N:  noted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of convo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that would be the end of that story...except, I just spoke with Jacob a couple of hours ago to get his permission to tell this story(his answer: dude....tell whatever crazy ass stories about me you can remember) and I recount to him this one and he says this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: "Man...you know what's crazy?  Even after that shit happened....every girl I go out with, I try to convince them to have anal sex. I think to myself 'goddamn it...don't you remember what happened last time?' but it doesn't matter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/24/l_cd7cfba547a4404481560589c6c6c95e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/24/l_cd7cfba547a4404481560589c6c6c95e.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jacob seen here....probably fucking something in the ass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you liked this one, i've got more for the future and i'm leading the readers vote on which one is next.  The choices are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Burning of the bitch book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Drunken Jake/AKA "The Penis Monster"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-M's wasted condom bomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Innocence "kinda" lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wedding preacher cussin/"THEY DID WHAT?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All are solid and all will probably get told on this blog barring my death or a key character silencing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676532614289957606-8138594366505854067?l=kolasand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/feeds/8138594366505854067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/2009/11/story-from-my-life-just-might-get-it.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676532614289957606/posts/default/8138594366505854067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676532614289957606/posts/default/8138594366505854067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/2009/11/story-from-my-life-just-might-get-it.html' title='Story from my life.  &quot;....just might get it&quot;'/><author><name>Spookzeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226051098479179721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676532614289957606.post-4022430393553001514</id><published>2009-11-08T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T02:12:31.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An open letter to the radio guy who pissed me off</title><content type='html'>Dear radio guy who pissed me off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     What the fuck man?  Really.  Oh.  You don't know what i'm pissed about?  Oh ok.  Well then, that means you're a fucktard a lot and I just happened to be listening this one time.  Let me break it down for you.  I have to drive.  A lot.  It sucks ass.  It's up to about an hour and twenty minutes round trip, 5 days a week.  I've really listened to every track of every cd I have(which is a bunch) 6 times too many at least.  Occasionally, i'll get a wild hair up my ass and, retardedly, decide to see what's on radio.  One fateful night in particular....you gave me this gem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*beginning of that fucking Fray song about him being mopey and sad.  Oh?  That's all of them?  Well....shit.  The one they used for the last season of "Lost"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://view.picapp.com/default.aspx?term=the fray&amp;iid=5366119" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.picapp.com/ftp/Images/0/b/5/c/The_Fray_Performs_d4f8.JPG?adImageId=7224158&amp;imageId=5366119" width="500" height="361"  border="0" alt="The Fray Performs on NBC&amp;apos;s TODAY"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://cdn.pis.picapp.com/IamProd/PicAppPIS/JavaScript/PisV4.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, i'd be sad too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radio guy who pissed me off(my snide comments in parenthesis): "Here's the new one(7 months old at this point) by The Fray.  This is the song from this season of 'Lost' but these guys are actually big fans of 'The Office'!  Here's..."(whatever the fuck the name of that song is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's stupid.  It's really really stupid.  Like.....ok....(stutters a bit, head starts to hurt)...So, these assholes struck a deal with ABC to use their song for Lost.  Cool.  Now....(rage starting to boil inside)...these assholes probably watch tv.  Most people do.  So, by fucking default, they are going to like something on tv...and 'The Office' has a shit ton of fans and is probably a good show(haven't seen it).  They aren't inventing the wheel by saying they like 'The Office'.  (slow drip of blood down my nose and into my mouth....spilling onto the keyboard but being completely ignored....except for the part where i'm writing about it right here).  K...so  WHAT THE FUCK DOES THEM LIKING THE OFFICE HAVE TO DO WITH THE SONG OR LOST!?!?!?!?  It's just a hobby.  I don't need fucking fun facts.  This isn't "pop up video...and by the way, that would be the worst pop up in pop up video history.  It'd be worse than the time the pop up told me "she-bop" by Cindy Lauper was about masturbation and I had to think about Cindy Lauper masturbating...and that was pretty bad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://view.picapp.com/default.aspx?term=cindy lauper&amp;iid=3916561" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.picapp.com/ftp/Images/9/f/9/a/PicImg_RESTRICTIONS_APPLY_Cyndi_96c9.jpg?adImageId=7224237&amp;imageId=3916561" width="500" height="750"  border="0" alt=" Cyndi Lauper at the Russell Simmons post-Grammy Party"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://cdn.pis.picapp.com/IamProd/PicAppPIS/JavaScript/PisV4.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this...but finger banging herself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you have some interesting shit to say, by all means.  If you want to say "This is the song for the 5th season of Lost....but these guys actually think Lost is a big pile of shit and hopes the entire cast and their family get swept away by a typhoon so they won't have to deal with making songs for them anymore" then say it.  I love "Lost", so i'd think that was pretty shitty, but at least it'd have something to do with the price of tea in china.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/85/270016241_54634d5ab0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 409px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/85/270016241_54634d5ab0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the last time you'll see me mention tea without my scrotum being involved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, you're job as the d.j. is to fill 30 seconds in between playing terrible songs.  Every once in a while, you MAY be asked to take a request from some dumbass who wants to hear the same Usher song you just played 3 songs ago but he didn't hear because he was taking a shit and is too cheap to buy the cd and too dumb to just go to youtube(i'm not done with you, you son of a bitch.  You're next) and listen to it....probably with some girl shaking her ass in boy shorts as the video which is an improvement over the real video of him dry humping a tree or whatever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://view.picapp.com/default.aspx?term=usher tameka&amp;iid=1246656" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.picapp.com/ftp/Images/9/4/f/9/98.jpg?adImageId=7224557&amp;imageId=1246656" width="500" height="405"  border="0" alt="2007 Trumpet Awards"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://cdn.pis.picapp.com/IamProd/PicAppPIS/JavaScript/PisV4.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;apparently that was his wife and not a tree.  i apologize to trees everywhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you talk about the shitty band and play the song and you can do your bong load or go back to sexting the 17 year old girl you're creepily "in love with".  But don't give me random shit they like.  That's pointless.  I'd rather hear dead air.  Like, where would we draw the line?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here's a goodie by Elton John.  Ya know....he says 'she' packed his bags last night pre-flight....but he actually likes fucking guys in the pooper.  Here's 'Rocketman'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no image&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here's one by The Wallflowers.  This was a song off the 'Godzilla 2000' soundtrack but none of these guys actually saw that movie because.....no one actually saw that movie.  But Bob Dylan was the lead singer's dad.  It's 'We could be Heroes' coming up next"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, we got some Soulja Boy coming up next.  Interesting fact....Soulja is actually spelled incorrectly and it's a misnomer because he isn't actually a soldier by all accounts.  Another product of the failed Mississippi Public School System.  Here is 'Ya Bitch'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good one by Travis Tritt, who likes Cheerios.  'Anymore' by request"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.  How about we shape up and cut the shit and commence with the entertaining me for free thing.  Eh?  Deal?  Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676532614289957606-4022430393553001514?l=kolasand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/feeds/4022430393553001514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/2009/11/open-letter-to-radio-guy-who-pissed-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676532614289957606/posts/default/4022430393553001514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676532614289957606/posts/default/4022430393553001514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/2009/11/open-letter-to-radio-guy-who-pissed-me.html' title='An open letter to the radio guy who pissed me off'/><author><name>Spookzeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226051098479179721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/85/270016241_54634d5ab0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676532614289957606.post-6997366651659557502</id><published>2009-11-06T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T01:15:34.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck you facebook(an open letter to a website that can't read and wouldn't give a shit if it could)</title><content type='html'>Dear Facebook,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Go fuck yourself.  Seriously.  Do it now.  I'll wait.....Ya done?  Wow.  You may be a premature ejaculator.  Get that shit checked out.  I mean, I know you have tons of women posting erotic pics on your site.  Not to mention that just being a product of the internet and all it's porn must be exhausting.  I mean....your first letter is an "f" so you're probably neighbor sites with a lot of things like "fuckbuddies-dot-something" or "facesittingfatties-dot-whatever" or even "fingerblastingfuckstickfucker-dot-blahblah/butternutsquash".  So, yeah.  Little bit of a pass, but one out of the chamber that quick isn't a good sign.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the business at hand.  I think you're pretty much a prick.  You make my life more difficult than it has to be.  So, myspace came out before you and I didn't hop right on it because I was fucking poor and could literally drive and see all the people that would've been on my potential friends list two times over before my dial up internet would have let me see them.  Then I got a job at that let's me dick around on the internet in my spare time and figured this was the time to touch base with old friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it seems as soon as I set up a site.....and I fucking mean as soon as I was done....people started talking about this "cool new site that is more mature" called facebook(that's you cocknose).  Well, that was all well and good because you were the minority....until you weren't.  People jumped off the myspace bandwagon like you could catch syphilis from that shit(which you can, but only if you're friends with Tila Tequila).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I get this conversation when running into any old friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nic: Holy shit, if it isn't mon frere.  Remember that time we destroyed some random property?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Friend:  Yeah. What's up?  How's life been? (Women or Tyler only)  Would you like a handjob?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic:  Whoa!  Uh.....i'm married and shit. Pretty sure you knew that but thanks Tyler.  Raincheck after my divorce?  Cool.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RF: Ah....(shuffles feet) well, this has been cool.  We should keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic:  Definitely.  I'll send you a myspace friends thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RF:  Myspace?  Ohhhh.  Ouch.  Ahhhh.  Eeeee.  Ehhhhh.  Oweoweooo.  Jeez.  Ballcheese.  Mmmmmm.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic:  Uh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RF:  Pfff.  Shhhh.  Ggggg.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic: *bad thoughts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tshirthell.com/shirts/products/a696/a696_bm.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 515px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.tshirthell.com/shirts/products/a696/a696_bm.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RF: I don't really go to myspace anymore.  I'm more facebook.  You don't have facebook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic:  No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RF:  Wow....you should have facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic:  Fuck that.  You already have myspace....you just don't go to it.  I'm not creating a whole nother fucking thing to go to that will be obsolete in 3 days because of Twitter or Jacksession or whatever shitty ass social networking site comes next.  I'm not doing it.  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking Johnny come lately website.  I ought to make a profile just because I know some new shit will come along and splatter your website brain on the wall.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I....uh.....guess that's pretty much it.  Just wanted to let you know how I feel.  Sorry if I came with both barrels.....pause(x3).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely and with much love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676532614289957606-6997366651659557502?l=kolasand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/feeds/6997366651659557502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/2009/11/fuck-you-facebookan-open-letter-to.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676532614289957606/posts/default/6997366651659557502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676532614289957606/posts/default/6997366651659557502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/2009/11/fuck-you-facebookan-open-letter-to.html' title='Fuck you facebook(an open letter to a website that can&apos;t read and wouldn&apos;t give a shit if it could)'/><author><name>Spookzeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226051098479179721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676532614289957606.post-5870343712457665403</id><published>2009-11-05T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T09:30:06.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting for no reason things i've done in my life</title><content type='html'>I've done some shit that borders on amazing and invalid at the same time.  Here are a few of those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lifted 3 people on my shoulders in a pool at one time.  That means someone(Megan) got on someone's(Nicky's) shoulders who got on someone's(Nathan's) shoulders....and then I lifted them.  By the time i'm done lifting them, they're out of the water and that's a good 600 pounds at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ripped a school english book in half with my teeth and then burned it.  Screw you Ashley.  That'll learn ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Attempted to fish a basketball out of a gravel pit with a grill cover.  Uh....the grill cover didn't make it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wore regular shoes to a prom with a suit and then realized I looked like a jackass when the pictures came in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Drank 80 oz of rootbeer at a crackerbarrel on a dare and then felt like shit for a couple of days.  I don't even like rootbeer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Got attacked by a goose for trying to kidnap one of her children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Almost got my hand bit off by a seal while trying to feed it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Best backyard football player of all time(retired)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676532614289957606-5870343712457665403?l=kolasand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/feeds/5870343712457665403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/2009/11/interesting-for-no-reason-things-ive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676532614289957606/posts/default/5870343712457665403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676532614289957606/posts/default/5870343712457665403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/2009/11/interesting-for-no-reason-things-ive.html' title='Interesting for no reason things i&apos;ve done in my life'/><author><name>Spookzeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226051098479179721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676532614289957606.post-2795487028507345523</id><published>2009-11-04T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T09:59:52.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of the day</title><content type='html'>Quote of the day:  "Yeah well....just remember this shit when I need you to be a character witness for my inevitable criminal trial"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nic Guyton to a friend after doing them a favor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song Lyric of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The (person) better than me is who I ain't heard of yet.  So I ain't murdered yet. He ain't even been born, his mama's a virgin, she ain't even fertile yet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Royce.  "Gun Harmonizing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie of the day: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"Timecrimes".  Actually, it's called "Los Cronocrimenes".  Spanish film with subtitles.  Pretty badass sci-fi thriller from Mexico.  Not overdone like Hollywood films.  Only way I can think to watch it is on netflix "instant watch"  If you have netflix, put it on your que and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird thing I did recently of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wrote a haiku about anal sex.  Sam came in from work and was telling me he had a crush on some girl so I wrote a haiku about he and she having anal sex.  Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird family thing of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My brother, Nathan, shit in a peanut can like 3 years ago and keeps it in his room to this day.  He's pretty fucked mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H6l87xnJSZM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H6l87xnJSZM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676532614289957606-2795487028507345523?l=kolasand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/feeds/2795487028507345523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/2009/11/of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676532614289957606/posts/default/2795487028507345523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676532614289957606/posts/default/2795487028507345523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/2009/11/of-day.html' title='Of the day'/><author><name>Spookzeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226051098479179721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676532614289957606.post-9204091261852367757</id><published>2009-11-04T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T09:17:36.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never get a second chance to make a first posting...</title><content type='html'>.....unless you've already had a blog(i have).  But nevermind that.  This is a new one that I claim i'm actually going to post regularly on.  So basically, it's like this....I could have just posted this shit on myspace in bulletins and blogs, but I have a lot of family and friends who think highly of me for some reason and don't know I have a potty mouth or have done half the things that i'm going to detail on this blog.(editor's note: he means gay porn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I could have just posted it on Inside Trout(my old blog) but that was never supposed to be like this.  It was going to be a sports comedy site, but something I was counting on helping it get off the ground never happened(a plug by another popular sports blog) after I was told by the guy that it would.  Fuck it.  I guess I could also have just stuck my thumb up my ass and not even started another blog....but you know what?  I like writing.  People like my writing and ramblings.  I want to hone this skill and eventually do something with it.  So here's what'll happen peeps.  I'm going to post ideas, comedy bits i'm thinking of, funny stories, "of the day"s, maybe a couple of games(like the wildly popular "Description of a bidet, death metal band, or gay porno title", maybe a variation of "ask joe" but with just me asking questions, and maybe a couple of rewrites of my favorite post that I made, rewritten to be more vulgar and to tell the WHOLE truth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fustar.info/wp-content/images/fireman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 347px; height: 413px;" src="http://www.fustar.info/wp-content/images/fireman.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  I've been inside of Nic on film  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this should be one of the only "psuedo serious side" post.  Anyone has any ideas or wants me to rant on anything, just post in comments or send me an email or something.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out in advance to Erin, Nathan, Ashley, Angie, Laurie, Kyle, Sam, James, Tim, and probably some other people i'm forgetting for reading my stuff and in some cases, inspiring me to start a whole new blogspot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out to Joe for helping so much with Inside Trout.  Place would probably still be going if Spencer wasn't a dick or if you didn't remind me that I unknowingly swagger jacked the fucking title.  Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7676532614289957606-9204091261852367757?l=kolasand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/feeds/9204091261852367757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/2009/11/never-get-second-chance-to-make-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676532614289957606/posts/default/9204091261852367757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7676532614289957606/posts/default/9204091261852367757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kolasand.blogspot.com/2009/11/never-get-second-chance-to-make-first.html' title='Never get a second chance to make a first posting...'/><author><name>Spookzeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01226051098479179721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
