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Alright, I am putting up a pool.

I will put 20 dollars on October 12th as the day we drop bombs on Iran.

Rules to betting are, if the date passes and we haven’t dropped bombs on Iran, then you lose and forfeit your cash. For the sake of not fucking myself over, I am instituting a 10 day gap on betting dates. For example, the latest date before my bet you can choose is October 2nd. You could choose October 13th, but it wouldn’t be very smart(unless you know something I don’t know).

Put your bet and date in the comments section. Put questions in the comments section.

Btw: 3 and a half hours of rad

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So just now do i feel drunk. I walk home from the bar and do all the test. i walk in a straight line I touch my nose with both fingers I do the backwards alphabet as best as I ca, but fuck. I drink 2 god damn pitchers at the bar and I ge tmildly drunk. 30 dollars later and I am mildly drunk. I am so “mild” that when I punch the 100% local newspaper holdr I don’t bust the glass. I loo =k at my fist and my knuckles are frayed but not broken. I know I pulled the punch. I wish i was drunker. 30 dollars don’t come cheap..

I thought of a lot of things to write in this post. mostly because all i had to htink about at the bar tonight was about how all i was going to get accomplished tonight was to write some faggot blog. as opposed to say, something cool like getting laid.

I’m too tired to write up anything I thought of; and like I thought, I have forgotten everything I have thought of to write.

thank god for cahmoney records and booze.

jezus saves!

I’m glad I learnes to type.

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I just had the most fucked up dream I have ever had. It was basically a circus parade of high school kids my brain threw into a mash of nonsense that I think had quite a lot of meaning to my life now that I’m trying to sort it out.

The main storyline revolved around a hotdog strapon porn. The dream ended when a kid I know from here, Miguel, smashed a chair on Jon’s head.

Specifically, Jon had nothing to do with the hot dog porn except being at a gathering of people from high school and getting hit by a huge chair. Think pro wrestling style only more the kind of chair you might have in your living room.

I didn’t do anything with a hot dog either mostly because I have one of my own and could not be convinced to, though that was a major storyline in it. And no one I had direct contact with this weekend got fucked by a hotdog either. It was just people that I haven’t thought of in years.

And Ryan Nickeletto produced the porn. That was more towards the end when the logic of it started to break down (from hot dog strapons…) and my brain was just vaulting names back into my unconscious. I hope I spelled his name wrong so a search engine won’t bring him or and christian rock/pop punk people to this mecca of mine. No face time for that kid, but it is a funny name drop.

I do appreciate that my brain equates niche bizarro porn with pop punk shows thrown in Valpo.

And to sate your curiosity, I neither fucked nor was fucked by anyone with a hot dog.

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