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Hail to the King, Baby.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

I was going to title this entry, "Hail to the Losers," in honor of the Irish victory over Meeechigan, but for some reason the quote made me think of Bruce Campbell in Army of Darkness. I think that might be one of my favorite movies ever. How could anyone not like a movie with such awesome quotes as "I posess the Necronomenon!", "Give me some sugar, baby," and "Klaatu, Verata, Ni-...." Honestly, the movie is poorly made, has a terrible plot and evenn worse acting. But I love it nonetheless.

I got to go home this weekend for a whole two days and visit with my roommates and friends. A bunch of my EE friends from ND who I haven't seen since graduation came over to watch the game, so that made the Irish victory that much more sweet. Saturday night was Mel's birthday outting at the Tavern on Main. It started out well enough, but eventually turned into Bret and I "protecting" Mel and Jess from their would-be stalkers. It's a good thing I have a girlfriend, or else being the guy that girls keep around to avoid making out with other guys might be a blow to the old self-esteem.

Mel's brother bought her a Blow Job shot and she was incapable of taking it. I have yet to see a girl correctly take a Blow Job shot. Granted, I've only seen it attempted about three times, but still. In Mel's defense, her mouth is apparently too small to fit around the shot glass. That's a better reason than the girl Rooster was trying to date senior year, who was so grossed out by the whole process that she just took it like a normal shot. Lame.

The best part of the weekend (and by "best," I mean "worst") was when I opened my car door and was knocked over by a wall of odor that seemed to be a mix of cat urine, dead fish, vomit, mildew and dog feces. After a quick inspection of the interior, I could find no reason for the smell, but good lord, it stunk to high heavens. Poor Mel had to suffer through it as we drove to Mass. Of course I didn't find out about it until Sunday night, so the only thing I had time to do was dowse the whole interior with Renuzit odor elimnator and to place a half dozen boxes of baking soda in the car.

I later figured out that two gallon containers of water in my trunk had leaked and had soaked the trunk and back seat. That and two weeks of sitting in direct sunlight turned my Civic into a mildew spawning ground. The best part? I won't be in LA for more than an night again until October 6 -- a month away. I fully expect the interior of my car to be covered with a thick green fuzz when I return. I think I'll call it the "Penicillin-mobile."

Check out pictures from this weekend here.

And remember, "Shop smart. Shop S-Mart."

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  1. Blogger Lizett! | 8:26 PM |  

    Goat, your picture is kind of creepy, yet in a sexy way. I don't really know how to handle it. In other news, yeah ND football!

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