Things god hates

Fags
Figs
Sweden
America

Count Down Continues

5 bloody days left in Asheville. Leaving will be good for me, Dave and I talked the other day how it seems to have been good for Ira. Landon and John, well... whatever.

Saturday was my Birthday, thanks Dave, Kenny, and Amos for coming. A keg of the King of reebs, and a bunch of food. I had a great time, and I've got lots of video clips (including lady ashley's aka bret's aka tall drink of water's breasts).

Not sure if you all remember Margo from the party graduation night ( I know Carmin does). I've been seeing her for a week or so and had a great fucking time, its too bad we only met two weeks before I leave. In a moment of spontaneity I invited her down to Venezuela with me next month. So she bought a plane ticket a few days ago. Crazy kids. It will be fun though.

Fuck Asheville... I'm going to go finish my keg now.

Ian

Kids, when you buy a bootleg DVD, you may be supporting people who might sympathize with a terrorist group that hasn't actually attacked us

yep

Oceans Provide Energy

Virtually unlimited environmentally friendly energy. Brilliant, no?

I have a feeling

that a few select members of the family will make this story sound boring in a few years.

AK KIK ASS

Whats up fam., got some tome to make a port, its beautiful up here in the middle of nowhere, this place is like running an entire city with only 8 people and i have every job imaginable but more like i am incharge of catching the planes as they float by and pumping the fuel out of them. havent left the rock much been to dillingham for a few hrs. amazingly most of the women ive seen are normal good looking chicks or mabe ive just realized that i am stuck on a rock with a bunch of grizly motherfuckers, not really, there all cool and we have a good time hanging out after works done. Farmed my first fish and no luck since the one, but ive only fished a total of 30min. tons of snow up here but melting fast. Flying around all the time is cool, done some sketchy manuvers like zero g and low alt. like 50 ft. over the trees, sketchy takeoffs and landings are also fun. gotta go will keep you posted. Mmm Mmm Bitch! from the captian

My 'Bitch-a-torium'

I have finally updated my blog and completed an entry on why money is essential to our society. A discussion I had with some Asheville residents, none of you all. Enjoy

My book on why I love the individual and see the state as a repressive bastard is forthcoming, which will directly adress our long 'conversation.'

Oh Yeah

After a few hundred beers, 5 nights, wrestling matches, snacking it up, and less than 20 hours of sleep in those 5 nights I have returned to DC. And after falling asleep a few times at the wheel on my way home, shaking a bunch, and unable to sleep with out just a little sip of scotch I am back in the groove. So thanks for all the sweet sweet lovin and we all are some crazy ass mother fuckers. Jeb don’t doubt yourself, you went hard JCC night, fucking that night all up, thanks for the good work.

Snack Pack Taylor a.k.a guy who didn’t get laid

The Best Divorce Letter Ever

Title says it all

Actual Hybrid Data

For the environmentalists in the family, check this site out. It has actual - real world data on the performance of gas - electric hybrids, taken from driver's real world experience.

red neck thong

so me root kirbach and dean duncan are driving home from the duke track meet at midnight sunday night and we stop for aa bit to eat at the only open reseraunt, waffle house. no egg steak wafflewhich this time. you meet the craziest people at waffle house. this trashy teenage guy and even trahier girl friend come walkin and he is already lookin around to see who is lookin at his prize trailor beauty. she was amazing, she had to be 16 but looked like she was 35. her thong was pulled up to her shoulders and her pants were hangin around the midlle of her ass. it was beautiful. so beautiful that mr. root couldn't keep his eyes off of her. dean and i knew to keep our eyes on our food but root couldn't resist. i decided to get up and go to the bathroom, so root would have to get up and let me out so may be he would stop lookin at her for a minute. i get back and dean is like " lets go". "OK" i said. i knew the dude said something. while dean is paying i go outside with root and ask him if the guy said something. root replies in his dark deep slow voice "yeah, he said he was gonna stap me in my neck". WHAT! apparently if root looked at his girlfriend one more time he was gonna stab root in the next to show him a thing or two. when i heard that outside, i busted out lauging right in front of the guy through the glass window.
so we esacped waffle house stabbings free but next time root needs to be more careful where his eyes fall.
keep you eyes on your motha fuckin food bitches,
db

The life of a DC resident

Tonight I was hanging out in Georgetown with Evan and his brother and ran into Tucker Carlson, retired host of Crossfire. Actually more like fired, CNN shut it down after Jon Stweart valiantly claimed the show was hurtin America and producers started to agree. Anyway we go down to the garage to get our car, Evan says "hey there its nice to meet you." Guys really down to earth wearing a pink pair of pants and grey tweed jacket smoking a Marlboro Red. I say nice Jeep, however its this pinkish orange color, Tucker makes fun of it stating its his wifes and I tell him a big ass unicorn would look great on the hood, he laughs finding this comment either uncomfortable or humurous, we all say goodbye and leave. Good guy. He has a show on PBS and now is starting at NBC people call him a conservative, yet he doesn't like the religious right and is against the Iraqi war. He is more like a centralist, but whatever. Wierd town this DC is.

My fight and near arrest

As Ira noted in his entry Johnny T did get in a fight. Last night was one of the craziest nights of my life. Around 3:00 I head to campus to hang out with fellow geeky economist. We drink beer lots of it and by 8:30 its dark, so we head to the bar. Well just me and another guy head to the bar. Met some cute ass girls and some other cute ass girls I have apparently met before, although I had no recollection of the occurrence. By now its 11:00 and I am fucking hammered. Hammered in the sense that I am talking to everyone, and can remember all but the small details. One detail I will never forget is getting in a fight. And when the cops showed up. So Paul, my fellow econ friend is a smoker and we are trying to find him a cigarette. I get one, go outside, and he’s standing in front of two big black guys, big like 20-25 pounds on me, so not huge. Paul throws off his bag, fuck it, I throw off mine. I think, What the fuck am I doing, wait obviously I wasn’t fucking thinking. So I get punched a few times throw a few of my own, fall down, get up. Just picture me running around in a 4 foot circle flaring my arms all over the fucking place. I didn’t get my ass kicked or anything but my saving grace wasn’t my ability to fight back I simply could move more quickly then my opponent. Most likely a function of his slowness and not my speed. Sirens, then a cop, damn that was fast. She jumps out of her car yelling, I saw it, I saw it all, the black guys run, I say its cool and grab my bag and got the hell out of there. The cops went into the bar to look for the black guys and the two white kids walk away free, well relatively, my toe is all bloody, some cuts and scratches, a bruised rib or two, but thankfully no head injuries. We went to another bar and I got picked up by this chick which whom I stayed with that night. Crazy fucking night. And some lessons learned. Dorky academics or at least economists who start drinking at 3:00 are some crazy ass mother fuckers. White kids get away with much more than black kids, especially in a big city. And maybe a third lesson of which I have mastered, in DC every night you can go home with an attractive intelligent female, or at least one who doesn’t mind a guy with a bloody toe. Which leads to the last lesson, fighting with chacos is retarded, well fighting in general is retarded, don’t do it. Peace niggas.

indian hell

You know what really sucks, agreeing to work so you can come home for a bit, and then realizing that because of work you can't play like you want to...aka drinking 4 big beers in one sitting for cinco de mayo. I've spent the last 5 days getting up at 6 o'clock, which is of course the true ass crack of dawn, and then standing on a ladder 40 feet off the ground rolling paint on the biggest fucking wall that has ever been painted white. Painting makes me want to shit, on a wall, and spread it around with a brush, then burn the wall, and the house, and everyone there. So finally its the weekend and I'm going to drink a hundred beers to train for next week, aw yeah. I've got to work monday and tuesday and then one of you fuckers is going to have to pick my ass up cause I've got no automoblile. But on a happier note, the bitchin man rocket is tuned and ready to tear a-ville a new a-hole. Tadow.
see yall bitches on tuesday
l-don

Holy Shit!

Where do I sign up?????

Oh yeah my life as of NOW

Finally after a 12 hour test I have finished my first year of graduate school. And this short entry sums it up perfectly. This morning I talked to a fellow graduate student who said she woke up thinking about applying for a Fulbright. Wow, that’s a serious process, and hmm what did I dream about last night and wake up to. Oh yeah, that’s it, I dreamed about drinking beer and creating a beer briefcase that dispenses cans of the wonderful drink with the press of a button. That’s it, that’s the fundamental difference with me and these people up here, when they think about politics and research I think about them shutting the fuck up and drinking some beer and then maybe talk about these other secondary topics. So I am off to drink beer in a field with flown in crawfish, fucking rich radical economist (socialist). Yeah share with the people feed my belly and pour beer down my throat, they may in the end win me over, although the libertarians have poured a few thousand dollars of beer and food down this skinny boys mouth. That’s the good politics for ya, given out beer.

Cool

Totally fake, especially the "millions of chinese male soldiers that know they will never find wives", but a cool read anyway of a time travelor