tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39619531209332458532024-02-08T01:08:19.943-05:00What you see is Not what you get...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961953120933245853.post-49681583469745022352012-03-26T00:51:00.000-04:002023-02-05T11:10:00.220-05:00Let's go back...Way the hell back...to 1998<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;">So, allow me to put the following in context (not that you need much context). I was trolling the web tonight (like I do on Sunday) and happend across the wayback machine. So I typed in my old "Geocities" address (the full one, not that short shit they came up with later). If you want to see the site in it's entirety I'll add a link at the bottom. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;">So 31 year old me, and 18 year old me have the same fuckin' problems. Nothing really changes (except for the minivan...I wrecked it the following summer)</span></div><h3></h3><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;">Well, first of all my name is XXXX. I'm currently a senior at Old Mill Senior High School. I'm 18 years old and I drive a mini-van. I've spent the last few years of my life trying to figure out just what I'm doin' here. I've come to one conclusion. I was put on this earth to entertain as many people as I can. I don't want to sound like I try to get attention, that's not what I mean. I try to make people happy by making a fool of myself. Usually it works, only on rare occasions does it backfire.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;">I play the guitar, and have been playing since I was 16. I love making music, along with playing it. I have the unfortunate ability to sing. Some even go so far as to say that I'm actually good. I doubt that. I feel that I can sing on the ability level of say. . .beginning chorus. I don't try to sing as much as I should. I know that if I want to get better I should sing more, but I try not to.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;">As of right now I'm in the Old Mill Folk Rock Group. Which is a class that I have taken for the past two school semesters. I have been to a recording studio and participated in an actual recording session. I along with the other members of the group have been through almost all of the problems that go along with trying to make an album, from recording to publicity. All we have to show for it is a tape with four songs on it.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;">My life consists of four things: sleep, work, school, food. I have no time for a relationship which is what really pisses me off. I've tried several times to get a girlfriend, but it seems to be a futile attempt on my part. I've told myself several times that I'm better off, but I just can't believe it. If I was meant to be 18 and single then I could understand, but I don't think that's what I was meant to be. I want to grow up, have kids, be a dad, and live a long fruitful life with my wife. Only problem...no wife.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;">I have been here for 18 years, in those 18 years I have: been to Germany, Austria, Italy, England, and different parts of the U.S.; successfully removed my index and middle fingers from my right hand; attempted suicide; almost been killed; and have been in numerous car accidents.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;">Now an update...</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;">Well I've been to a couple of rock concerts lately, the HFStival was a great time. Green Day fuckin' rocked!! Yes I do have a g/f now, and yes we are kinda steady, we've been seein' each other for about a month now, but have been seriously dating for two weeks. It's kewl, I'm trying to be romantic, but sometimes I just end up acting like an idiot, but hey what can you do when your in love? My life is goin' pretty good right now (knock on wood) On the 15 of june I start a new job working as a camp counselor in Columbia at a day camp. It will be kewl. That's the news for now...</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;">Now another Update... (September 1998)</span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;">Well, I'm at college now. It's really kewl, atleast I think so. My roommate is really kewl. We sometimes hang together and drink, but that's neither here nor there. For those of you back home in Millersville and at Old Mill High School, I miss you guys like mad. I'd like you guys to call me sometime. For those of you who don't have my new phone number it's (XXX)-XXX-XXXX. I'd also like some mail, cause now I've got a po box so I need mail in it! My mail addy is:</span></div><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: justify;">XXXXX XXXXX Unit 320 Towson University 8000 York Road Towson MD 21252 </div></span><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;">P.S. I'm lookin for a drummer and a bassist so I can start a band. let me know if your interested.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;">and then I found this...</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-center;">Guess what every body?</span></div><center><center><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;">I've heard from a friend of mine that this page sux!</span></div><center><center><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;">Well guess what?</span></div><center><center><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;">I'm gonna change that right now!</span></div><center style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;">I'm gonna tell you guys a little something about girls!!!! How'd you like that? Well it's actually one of the few subjects of which I know just about nothing. I'll admit that, I am man enough to admit when I don't know something, anyways women are the worlds greatest mystery to most men. Am I right guys? Of course I am! Women! You can't live with them, and your hands get tired without `em. So, what can you do? Here's the solution, you find yourself a fairly attractive girl. Ask her out, go steady for a couple of years and then, get Married. Yes guys that's it you've got to tie the knot or else you'll spend endless nights searching for the perfect female and she's not gonna be there when you need her the most, so for right now just look for a woman who you can talk to and are fairly attracted to. That's my advice. Take it or leave it</span></center></center></center></center></center></center></center>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961953120933245853.post-58769959777244009712012-03-23T01:52:00.001-04:002023-02-05T11:09:58.429-05:00Writing assingmentsOh, shit...I'm still here. Anyway since it's Friday I thought I'd update my blog, well not entirely an update per se more of a I'm gonna copy pasta some bullshit I've already written. Since the Web has never lied to me before (at least not that I can recall)<br />
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Allow me to put the following prose into context, it was the start of a new semester at my University. I am enrolled in technical writing, which is the preferred writing intensive course for my major, and there are always people looking for technical writers. Moving on, our first assignment was to write a one page diagnostic on how we feel about writing...<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Writing, one of the most important methods of communication, has been integral in all aspects of my professional life. Unfortunately, I abhor English writing assignments; however, writing in code (e.g. Java, Basic, C++, HTML, and PHP) has always been easy. The logical order of these languages makes the creation of programs much easier than writing prose. Many of my previous English writings were strictly creative (e.g. songs or blog posts.)</span><br />
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The main reason I detest English writing assignments is the lack of clear direction and purpose. In my military career one principle was driven home with every briefing. Give the bottom line up front as time should not be wasted with verbosity and superfluous language. Writing for school goes against that principle as teachers/professors expect a certain number of pages to be written for any assignment. This causes me great frustration, as I could simply explain in five pages, what the professor would like written in twelve<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3961953120933245853&postID=5876995977724400971&from=pencil" name="_GoBack"></a>. I understand the need for today’s college students to be able to write and communicate effectively; however, by imposing mandatory limits the papers lose their meaning, resulting in creative steps to pad papers in order to meet the required page limit.</span><br />
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The second, albeit more legitimate reason for disliking writing assignments is my failure to absolutely comprehend English grammar and its use in sentence construction (as is evident by this run-on sentence). When I studied a foreign language, many years ago, I was forced to ingest the rules of sentence structure and grammar. I began to understand how grammar and sentence structure can completely change the meaning of a sentence. Since this “sink or swim” learning of grammar, I strive to write well.</span><br />
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When it comes to writing whether creative or professional, I prefer to write in quiet areas to allow my thoughts to process completely before writing them down. My preferred method of writing is pencil and paper, saving the computer for the final copy to allow for various re-writes. The simple act of physically writing allows me to feel more connected to the piece I am discussing, whether it be database design or chord progressions in a song, the simple act of writing helps enormously.</span><br />
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Some of my worst writing, in my humble opinion, has come from computer only written assignments or assignments where time was limited. As the years have passed my thoughts are more jumbled and often require considerable time to organize into a coherent message and write. The actual act of typing is actually very simple and requires little to no thought on my part. Usually, when I type my thoughts go immediately from my head to the computer screen without hesitation. When faced with a deadline, I tend to procrastinate. Like many of my college peers, this results in sub-par papers as well as writing without revision.</span><br />
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One of my strengths in regards to writing is my ability to see errors in my writing. The ability to understand what message I want the reader to take away and ensure that is the bulk of the paper. Unfortunately, I often do not allow myself adequate time to thoroughly review my writing, which leads to poor papers.</span><br />
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In summation, I detest writing only for the sake of writing. I lack an advanced grasp of English grammar I write well, in my biased opinion, when I allow myself adequate time. I write best when the subject matter is personally relevant or interesting. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">In case you're wondering, yes I did get an "A".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Griff</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961953120933245853.post-33224271466846296522012-02-21T00:29:00.000-05:002012-02-21T00:29:02.946-05:00Beard play!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>So as some of you might know, I have a propensity for unusual facial hair. During "Noshavember" I grew out my beard, in support of prostate cancer awareness. Afterwards I needed to shave, so I managed to film this event and have made the following videos. Tell me if you enjoy either, or which one you find amusing (or more amusing).<br />
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GrifUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961953120933245853.post-14005006057261718452011-11-20T00:56:00.001-05:002011-11-20T00:56:36.948-05:00Collecting dustIt's been several months since my last post and there is nothing new to report; however, I've been extremely busy getting back into my martial arts as well as my studies and all the while this blog is collecting dust. Unfortunately taking a full course-load at college hasn't been helping the situation. I'm still a few credits shy of being a senior but I hope to graduate sometime next year. The only really exciting news I have to report is that I got a new phone. Yeah I got an iPhone 4S. It's my first smart phone. Actually I'm writing this blog post from my phone, but that's irrelevant. <br />
Anyway, for those of you out here in the Internet who still read this blog I hope the holidays bring you good luck and good cheer and hopefully I'll be writing again sometime next year. <br />
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GrifUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961953120933245853.post-1524581925658225352010-04-10T10:30:00.000-04:002010-04-10T10:30:04.963-04:00Failed Pick Up LinesWhile I was at Starbucks this week, I was made aware of "failed pick up lines". These are some of the funniest things I've heard in a while. I'd like to come up with a few more, but my mind has been a bit erratic as of late. I can only remember two at the moment, but if you can thing of a few, go ahead and leave them in the comments:<br />
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Guy: "Did it hurt?"<br />
Girl: "Did what hurt?<br />
Guy: "When you fell from heaven..."<br />
Girl: "No"<br />
Guy: "It looks like you fell on your face"<br />
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Guy: "Are you tired?"<br />
Girl: "No"<br />
Guy" Because you've been running through my mind all day..."<br />
Girl :"Aww"<br />
Guy :" ...Screaming"<br />
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Thoughts??Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961953120933245853.post-76747539308893772332010-02-12T05:17:00.000-05:002010-02-12T05:17:53.993-05:00Breaking down your preconceived notions. Part 2 of MANYOK, so last week I came out and told you about getting a DUI, now it's time to get down to brass tax.<br />
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Today we're going to cover the Arrest (or at least what I can remember of the arrest):<br />
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After crashing my car into a collapsible road construction sign (thus totally my car), I sat in my car for a while, pondering what to do. Until I saw flashing lights, a medic came up to me asking me if I was OK (I apparently passed out for a few minutes in the interim). I told him I was uninjured and that I didn't need medical attention. Next came the police officer, who asked for my license, which I tendered without hesitation. He asked the usual battery of questions:<br />
"Have you been drinking?"<br />
"How much did you drink?"<br />
"When did you have your last drink?"<br />
To which I responded honestly:<br />
"Yes"<br />
"5 beers"<br />
"an hour or so ago"<br />
(I may or may not have slipped in some Arabic here...since I was totally drunk at the time, and usually that when my language skills start coming out)<br />
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Then he asked another question, which I answered unusually:<br />
"Sir, would you consent to a field sobriety test?"<br />
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"No, just go ahead and arrest me now"<br />
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I cannot tell you exactly what was going through my head at the time, but I knew I had been caught red-handed and didn't really want to fuck around with some stupid field sobriety test I knew I would fail. (Later I discovered that even if you pass the field sobriety test, the officer could still arrest you under suspicion of DUI, so either way I was fucked)<br />
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The officer then placed the cuffs on me and patted me down, asking if I carried any weapons (I wasn't). Then he proceeded to check my vehicle for any open containers (There were none in my vehicle).<br />
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This is where things start to get fuzzy, he puts me in the back of his squad car, and we head down to the station for processing.<br />
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The processing goes without incident (paperwork, finger prints, I cannot remember if I had to take a mug shot or not).<br />
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(NO, I was not read my Miranda Rights, since I was not going to be interrogated)<br />
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I was asked to consent to a Breathalyzer test, after reading the consent paper work over and over (taking about half an hour to an hour) I finally consented.<br />
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I had to blow twice (so they can get an average of your BAC), my average 0.15 BAC (almost twice the legal limit[which is total bullshit])<br />
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The officer then handed me a piece of paper which would act as my license, until I decided whether to submit to having a breathalyzer installed in my car or opt for an administrative hearing with the MVA (which would have ended with me having the breathalyzer installed in my car).<br />
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After signing the required paperwork, I was released on my own recognizance (ROR), since I have deep roots in the community (meaning I live with my parents and have a Gov't job, I wasn't going anywhere). Before I left I had to see the magistrate (I don't know what they are actually called, but these are the people who take your filled out paperwork and schedule your court date). Then I hopped in a cab and headed home.<br />
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My troubles had only just begun...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961953120933245853.post-68986506015790720112010-02-09T05:13:00.000-05:002010-02-09T05:13:51.240-05:00Post it Note Tuesday...<div style="text-align: center;">Yup, it's <i>that time</i>. Here We Go:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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That link would be (http://blog.griffin2002.com) in case you were wondering.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961953120933245853.post-83370801057378462282010-02-08T05:51:00.000-05:002010-02-08T05:51:05.683-05:00There was a football game last night?This totally escaped me, no really, I did watch the game (or I watched the commercials and then would get whatever I needed to get done while the game was on). I spent a majority of the evening tweeting back and forth with <a href="http://twitter.com/tstyles77">Travis</a>, <a href="http://twitter.com/gingermandy">Mandy</a>, <a href="http://twitter.com/luisrivera">Luis</a>, <a href="http://twitter.com/frickineh">JAG</a>, <a href="http://twitter.com/jeneypeney">Jeney</a> and of course <a href="http://www.coffeewithkaydee.com/">Kaydee</a>.<br />
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I have to say the commercials were pretty disappointing. Though I really enjoyed Career builders "Casual Friday" commercial, as well as the Dockers give-away. The Doritos Ninja was a little disconcerting in my opinion. Defeatthedebt.com won my personal award for improper use of Children (I'm sure many of you saw this commercial). My reasons are, the bastardization of the Pledge of Allegiance...Do NOT Fuck with the Pledge...as well as the children having no idea what they are talking about, who really understands the national debt at the age of 8-10? Really? Unless you're a genius/savant/prodigy/Ender/Bean/Battle School Grad.(End Rant)<br />
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Prior to the game last night <a href="http://twitter.com/seancarter">Sean</a> and I spent the majority of the day shoveling out of Snowpocalypse 2. This was a local trending topic on twitter (and had been for the majority of the weekend). Thankfully it only took us 4 hours to dig out my car/my sidewalk/my court, now my back is sore, and I get to do it all over again tomorrow. They are anticipating another 5-12 inches of snow in the forecast. <br />
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Oh, and also, in case I have not made it abundantly clear in the past. I FUCKING HATE SNOW!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961953120933245853.post-48305098881311354462010-02-05T04:39:00.000-05:002010-02-05T04:39:59.758-05:00Breaking down your preconceived notions. Part 1 of MANYAs I may or may not have told many of you, I have been charged with a DUI (back in 2008). I've done my time, but wanted to pass along some things I've learned throughout the judicial process, as well as the nightmares that come with it.<br />
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First, let me start off by saying, no one was injured, since I was the only person involved in the incident. I'm sure some of you are fuming that I wasn't killed because I got behind the wheel while intoxicated, let me assure you, living with the guilt is much harder than just dying...I’m just saying.<br />
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Let’s set the stage shall we? Remember when I wrote that post about my phone becoming a fish? This was that night, talk about bad omens. It was my High School Reunion, open bar, and the booze was flowing faster than the Mississippi after a rain storm. I drank way too much, but I had thought about getting a hotel, instead of driving home (see I did plan ahead) as the party ended, I was left alone, so I did the one thing that comes natural to me. I drove home (or made a valiant attempt). I’m not going to go into too much detail regarding the incident itself, but I will tell you about being arrested, dealing with the MVA, getting a lawyer, dealing with security issues, Alcohol Education, having an Interlock device, and finally court. It was an 18 month process, and in the end, I finally learned my lesson.<br />
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Total Cost of my DUI?<br />
$7,249.80 (and that doesn’t include having to buy a new car)<br />
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I'll be writing updates every Friday, so keep a look out, and if you don't want to hear about it, go ahead and un-sub...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961953120933245853.post-43009886761896889632010-02-03T07:32:00.002-05:002010-02-03T07:32:51.282-05:00This Post is not Worthy of a TitleI woke up really late this morning...(Let me clarify that for you…I woke up at 5:30) For me that’s two hours late. Now, I tried to reason this by telling myself that since it snowed last night, it would probably be best to wait until the roads were clear, so I flipped on the TV (after my morning smoke) and saw that in fact the roads were clear, and had been for quite some time.<o:p></o:p><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">If you had not guessed already, other than a habit of hating snow, I have one other pet-peeve. Tardiness, seriously that irks the hell out of me. To me, being tardy is a sign of disrespect and a lack of planning. I guess this is just left over baggage from my time in the military, where if we weren’t 10 minutes early we were considered late.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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After my appointment, I decided to head to Wal-Mart, to go "wal-creature" hunting (don't know what that is? Check out PeopleofWalmart.com) really I had to get a few more button-downs for work, since mine were wearing thin and I didn't want to spend an arm and a leg at Men's Warehouse or spend my monthly paycheck at Brooks Brothers, and Target just doesn't have the same "colorful" people.<br />
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So, I find out that my car handles horribly in the snow (as most cars without snow tires often do). I think I nearly hit about 3 or 4 cars just getting into the parking lot of Wal-Mart. Once done with my shopping, I get back on the road, now here is a grievance I have with MD drivers. If you're driving twenty miles or more BELOW the speed limit, TURN ON YOUR GAWD DAMN HAZARDS. I mean really, this isn't common sense? I guess not. Anyway, I managed to make it home in one piece and spent the rest of my weekend texting back and forth with Kaydee (coffeewithkaydee.com). Pretty much normal for me (read I'm very dull, and don't know why you come back here, unless of course you have some masochistic tendencies for mundane stories that aren't told very well and extremely long run-on sentences by someone who barely passed college English.)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961953120933245853.post-33104231370000001852010-01-29T05:51:00.001-05:002010-02-03T20:32:21.848-05:00End of Relationship WeekThank fucking GAWD, this week is coming to an end. If you haven't<br>noticed, I've been a bit absent from the Interwebz, not that many of you<br>noticed anyway. Work has been picking up, so I've been pretty busy.<br>Anyway, I'm concluding relationship week with a few things that most of<br>you don't know (though some of you might already know).<p>My Relationship stats:<p>Total number of "actual" girlfriends: 7<br>(I quantify this by saying the relationship lasted more than a month and<br>a half)<br>Yes, I still know all their names, so here they are in chronological<br>order:<br>April<br>Angie<br>Karen<br>*Jenny<br>*Charlie (Charlize)<br>Elizabeth<br>Emily<p>*These two girls I was actually engaged to<p>It might seem odd, that I was engaged to two girl back-to-back, and I<br>would whole heartedly agree with you.<br>Anydiamondsarenotagirlsbestfriend, I hope you all have a wonderful<br>weekend, and hopefully I'll be back next week with a whole lot less emo<br>bullshit, and more funny.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961953120933245853.post-34182641366323205322010-01-28T09:05:00.001-05:002010-02-03T20:32:50.945-05:00TMI Thursday - Basic Training DeformityOkay it's TMI Thursday, and unfortunately I can't directly link to<br>Lilu's blog through my e-mail. Anyway, let's get on with the show.<p>So, back when I was cool (strike that, I was never cool, what I meant to<br>say was, when I was younger). I joined the military. As we all know,<br>(or you will know now) Basic Combat Training is wrought with peril. You<br>get shot at (I'm not making this up, it actually happens), you walk a<br>lot (like 5-6 miles per day), and you exercise a lot. Unfortunately,<br>this story is about none of those.<p>This is about BRM (Basic Rifle Marksmanship). I will try not to bore<br>you (I might accidentally) with the details of BRM, but suffice it to<br>say, I was properly trained on how to fire a M16-A2 semi-automatic<br>rifle. Now, during basic there are two positions that I fired from, the<br>prone unsupported (lying on my stomach) and the supported (in a<br>foxhole). So, we're practicing firing from the supported position,<br>everything goes well. I climb out of my fox hole and my foot slips. I<br>fall...onto the ledge of the foxhole (well, my ass hit the ledge of the<br>foxhole, then I slid the rest of the way down, and hit my head on the<br>ledge as well). Things went blurry for a minute as I regained my<br>faculties, the DS came over to check on me and I assured him I could<br>carry on. The rest of the day I feel a pain in my ass (literally), and<br>I continue to have a slight limp.<p>The following day, the pain is still there. So I go to sick call;<br>however, the medic asks me how I was injured...which I told him, then<br>says the following:<p>"So, what you're telling me is that you want me to send you to the<br>Hospital because your ass hurts?"<p>-"Yup"<p>"Soldier, that's not going to fly"<p>-"Well, it hurts..."<p>The conversation went on for a while, but my memory is becoming faulty<br>since it's been 10 years. Anybuttsecks, I still had no idea what was<br>wrong, or why I was limping around, until a few days later when I looked<br>in the mirror. What I saw was a huge bruise on my ass, (insert<br>obligatory ass pounding joke here) as well as...wait for it...a dent.<br>Yes, you read that correctly, there was a dent in my right cheek. A<br>perfect impression of the ledge of the foxhole. I thought that in time<br>it would go away, but to this day, the impression of the foxhole is<br>still there.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961953120933245853.post-75369911081141795222010-01-27T06:30:00.000-05:002010-01-27T06:30:00.196-05:00It is still Relationship Week: Where I talk about my first "girlfriend"Let me tell you a story, of a 13 year old Nick (yes, that's me). Now, our little boy was barely budding with hormones, developing an interest in girls (this isn't exactly true). One fine day, a lovely girl named "Jessica" asked our young hero to be her "boyfriend". (Little did our hero know that she had just recently been dumped by her long time boyfriend). Nick jumped at the opportunity, since he had not known any girls to have an interest in him. So, filled with the heady feeling of being wanted, our hero set forth to be a good boyfriend. He sat next to her at lunch. They talked, held hands, and were generally cute together.<br />
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The first day was magnificent. Our young hero filled with overwhelming emotions, mostly happiness. That evening, a terrible feeling filled his stomach, a pit of despair. He told his confidant (his mother) "I think she's going to dump me tomorrow" (little did he know). The following day, in order to impress his girlfriend, he dressed impeccably (much like a peacock) a pressed shirt and dark slacks. The day passed, but Jessica was no where to be found, though many had stated seeing her during the day. In the second to last period (Home Economics) a mutual friend "Sheree" told Nick that Jessica no longer wished to be his girlfriend, to this he had no response, but to let emotion flow. He cried, big wet tears, in front of his classmates, not caring who saw.<br />
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I have told you this story, so you will have perspective on this story.<br />
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Our hero, once again finds himself pining for a young girl, who asks him to be her girlfriend. Without hesitation or forethought, he said "Yes". Again, he was filled with the heady feeling of being wanted. However, our friend was told during his lunch period that the girls intentions were not pure. If history has been kind to memory. I believe the exact phrase was this:<br />
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"Nick, [name redacted] is going to dump you in 6th period, just so she can watch you cry"<br />
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Needless to say, our hero was deeply hurt, and angry that someone would take advantage of his emotions like this. Our hero, decided to end it right then.<br />
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The unfortunate side-effect of this event was our hero has an extremely difficult time trusting women, which might be the reason for his relationship failings.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961953120933245853.post-69916379067362732472010-01-26T05:44:00.000-05:002010-01-26T05:44:30.850-05:00Post It Note Tuesday: More Relationship Stuff<div style="text-align: center;">Hooray for Post-it Note Tuesday<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Our Plea</b><b><br />
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</b>Our friend Brandy is a brilliant writer, a wonderful teacher, and a generous friend. And she is in love with a man who has just been diagnosed with multiple myeloma.<br />
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We are raising money for the Multiple Myeloma Research Fund in his name. For the price of a cinnamon dolce latte, half-caf, hold the whip, you can be part of an effort to cure a disease that affects approximately 750,000 people worldwide.<br />
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<a href="http://www.loveharder.org/" target="_blank">http://www.loveharder.org</a><br />
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Every dollar brings us a dollar closer to a cure. And every donation brings a sliver of hope to a girl who needs all the hope she can get.<br />
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Love Harder,<br />
<i>Griffin</i><br />
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<b>What You Can Do</b><br />
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<ul><li><b>Give.</b> Be part of a worldwide effort to cure a disease that affects approximately 750,000 people worldwide. Every dollar <a href="http://www.loveharder.org/" target="_blank">helps</a>.<br />
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<li><b>Pass it on.</b> Forward this story to five people. Share this blog post. Become our <a href="http://facebook.loveharder.org/" target="_blank">fan</a> on Facebook.<br />
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<li><b>Love harder.</b> <i>Life is short, love is unbending, and no one knows what could happen next.</i> Tell someone you love them today.<br />
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<b>Where Your Money Goes</b><br />
<ul style="margin-left: 40px;"><li>The American Institute of Philanthropy recently named The Multiple Myeloma Research Foundation <b>one of the best organizations</b> to give to in terms of their accountability and use of resources.<br />
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<li>By working closely with researchers, clinicians and partners in the biotech and pharmaceutical industry, the MMRF has helped bring multiple myeloma patients four new treatments that are <b>extending lives around the globe</b>.<br />
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<li>The MMRF has advanced twenty Phase I and Phase II clinical trials. They need your support to advance these clinical research programs and accelerate the development of <b>better, more effective treatments</b>.<br />
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<li>The MMRF's Multiple Myeloma Genomics Initiative recently became <b>the first to sequence the multiple myeloma whole genome</b> in its entirety.<br />
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<li>A whopping 98% of your donation to the MMRF will be used immediately to support <b>high-priority multiple myeloma research</b>.<br />
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<li>With diminishing funding for early stage drug development and the next myeloma treatments not expected to be approved until 2011, the MMRF desperately <b>needs your help</b>.<br />
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<b>Brandy's Story <i style="color: red;"></i></b><br />
<i>My name is Brandy. And I have a <a href="http://brainyjane22.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">blog</a>.<br />
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</i>And a plea.<br />
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I use my blog to showcase the crazy I meet everyday, share the stories of the kids I teach, and document my love for tequila, dairy products and the abdominal muscles of Ryan Reynolds.<br />
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Rarely do I talk about personal issues on my blog-- as personal as the dude that I adore. But I need your help. And it involves my dude.<br />
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He's a guy who made math comics for my class, so they would love learning about addition. He's the guy who sends my friends gift cards when they are having hard times, who remembers every story I ever told him, who was the first person I celebrated with when I got a teaching job. <br />
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He's the guy who sent flowers to me at school-- dozens of my favourite pink roses just because he loves me. He's a guy who has spent a year patiently explaining (and re-explaining) everything there is to know about football during the important games when silence is preferred.<br />
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He's made me word puzzles and comics and stayed up late playing Scrabble with me (even though I beat him almost every time). He's listened to me cry about school and family and jobs. He is everything I never knew I needed and everything I always knew I wanted.<br />
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I realize this all sounds dramatic, a Lifetime movie in the making-- but this is life. Right now. And I'm throwing away any hint of ego and am humbly asking for you to pray or think kind thoughts. If you are able to pass this on, thank you.<br />
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This isn't a call for sympathy or a plea for pity. It's just one girl hoping you can think positive thoughts for the person she adores. If my current heartache provides you with anything, let it be the reminder that life is short, love is unbending and no one knows what could happen next.<br />
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Thank you for reading this, and if you haven't already? Please tell someone you love them today.<br />
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I did. <br />
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961953120933245853.post-80781025500565862332010-01-20T05:50:00.000-05:002010-01-20T05:50:12.968-05:00Wednesday...Here's my trouble as of late, finding topics to blog about. (As well as writing complete coherent sentences seems to be another issue entirely.) So, I would like to ask you, my lovely readers, to leave me some suggestions on possible future topics.<br />
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Today, I was hopefully going to post Part II of "What I learned at the Strip Club", but Eve hasn't gotten back to me yet (I mean, she has yet to submit something for me to post). She has read the blog, but I can understand that it's a bit hectic with her schedule.<br />
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Is this writers block, or just a lack of creativity on my part? Anyway, I hope everyone has a happy Hump day, and I'll catch you all soon.<br />
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I might come up with a new meme, but it would only work if others did it as well, I was thinking about starting a possible "Stuff I want Wednesday" (that could possibly work)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961953120933245853.post-74059834061816937192010-01-19T05:43:00.000-05:002010-01-19T05:43:13.959-05:00Post It Note Tuesday...I'm killing two birds with one stone today. I've been tagged by Kaydee over at <a href="http://www.coffeewithkaydee.com/">Coffee with Kaydee</a>, since it's Tuesday and I love participating in PINT what better way to knock it out :) So I proudly present 10 things I'm thankful for, Post It Note Style :)<br />
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GriffinUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961953120933245853.post-26318075920194773102010-01-14T05:51:00.002-05:002010-01-14T06:55:25.043-05:00TMI Thursday - TwoferWell it is once again Thursday, and as a special bonus, I'm giving you two TMI stories today. Although quite possibly not TMI, they are definitely...strange. So, buckle up, get ready because, Here.We. GO!<br />
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<i>***Alright, folks, you know the rules. Join us all in humiliating the crap out of yourself every Thursday by sharing some completely tasteless, wholly unclassy, “how many readers can I estrange THIS week??” TMI story about your life. Or hell, about someone else’s!</i><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"> Today's TMI story spawns from when I lived back in Monterey, CA. I had a few buddies with whom I regularly hung out. Friday and Saturday nights were most often spent out at Fort Ord, drinking/partying. This is a tale of one such party, but before I go too much into detail, I must tell you of Naked Hour(this is the 1st part of the TMI).<br />
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Yes, you read that correctly, apparently my friends were closet nudists. So every time there were more than 5 people together, and alcohol was involved, at some point in the evening there would be Naked Hour. I hope I don't have to explain what that is...Eventually at some point in the night, someone would become soo drunk as to think that it was time for Naked Hour; however, in order for it to be official, it must be seconded. As the evening progressed, we had about 8 or 9 people at the house. Someone (I'm totally not naming anyone, for fear of possible reprisals) recommended Naked Hour (and for those of you who believe that only one gender got naked during the hour, you are incorrect in your assumptions). And it was seconded, so off came all the clothes.<br />
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I had, up to this point, not participated in Naked Hour, since I was uncomfortable with myself, but I thought, what the hell. So I stripped down to my epidermis, and continued drinking my beer while sitting on the couch. (This is where the second TMI comes in) My good buddy (we'll call him Stan), sits next to me and looks down at my crotch and says "HOLY SHIT DUDE! You've got HUGE BALLS!" (I wish I was making this up...FML). Anytesties, I didn't think to much of it at the time, but several years later, having asked a few ladies, it has been confirmed. I do in fact have huge balls.<br />
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Have a good Thursday everyone. Don't forget to stop by <a href="http://www.livitluvit.com/">LiLu's</a> for Post Secret TMI Thursday!<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><b>F<span style="font-family: inherit;">or those of you who don't follow me on FB, I kinda sort of came out of the closet last night...no not that closet, get your mind out of the gutter, the other closet. You know, I admitted my real name, if you want to know, I guess you'll just have to check the FB page.</span></b> <br />
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Ok, now lets start with Stripper etiquette (For the Men):<br />
1. If a lady asks if you want a lap dance, and you're not interested, don't waste her time, just say no<br />
2. If you get a lap dance, and it was a good one, tip (seriously, this is not even optional if it's Eve)<br />
3. Talk to the stripper like she's an actual person (because she is)<br />
4. If she does something special just for you like <a href="http://blog.griffin2002.com/2009/12/best-night-evar.html">wearing a Star Wars T-Shirt</a>, TIP!<br />
5. If you're sitting at the stage, you HAVE to TIP!!!! (This is not optional)<br />
6. Remember that these ladies talk to each other...so be good to all of them. <br />
7. If you're drunk, prepare to walk home with an empty wallet.<br />
8. Unless it's a Brothel, you're not going home with a stripper.<br />
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Ok, now for the ladies, let's break it down. How do you make money at the strip club? Oddly enough I actually know the answer for this one. First, whenever you dance, you have to pay the house (This is how the Club generates its revenue). Usually this amount can vary; however, I have seen it go as high as $150 per night of dancing. With that in mind, what is the best way to over come this deficit and make some serious cash?<br />
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1. Work the Johns, walk around, talk, be interested in what the Johns have to say (Even if you don't care)<br />
2. Lap dances are a sure fire way to cover your house costs. (If the average lap dance is 30-50 dollars)<br />
3. Make eye contact. Some guys are all about the T & A, some are about Legs, and then there's me...a phuckin' Eye Guy.<br />
4. Appear single (Even if you are not), this is a general rule of thumb for Clubs, no boyfriends allowed at the Club.<br />
5. Easy marks (read Drunk Men) = Easy money. If you see a guy who keeps throwing out twenties, good chance he's flush with cash, and you could probably get one or two lap dances out of him.<br />
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Speaking of lap dances, from what I've witnessed/experienced in the past, there are generally 3 types of lap dances:<br />
1. The grind - where the lady rubs against your man bits for the entirety of the song, forcing you to either a) get another lap dance in hopes of "rubbin' one out" or b) walk around awkwardly.<br />
2. The show - where she doesn't touch you that much, but shows all her goods. This lack of contact may turn off some Johns, but it also might stimulate some Johns into buying another dance in hopes of getting a grind or two.<br />
3. The nuzzle - where she <a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/lie">lies</a> against you, and moving slowly, seductively, and breathes on your neck and in your ear. This is the most, erotic of all three (in my opinion), since it closely simulates forplay.<br />
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Every guy is different, so don't be afraid to try all three.<br />
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Now, about a word or two on pole dancing. The way you move has a great effect on how much you will receive in tips. Work the pole, use it as often as you can, spin, slide, whatever it takes, do something to captivate the Johns attention (though most will be staring at you anyway). There are usually three parts to any good pole dance:<br />
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Part I: The entrance (depends on whether there is a stage or not), walk out with confidence. Own the stage. Take not of any Johns sitting near or at the stage (These are your Easy Marks). Be sure to make eye contact with them and smile (not the vicious smile, but the friendly "Oh Hai" smile).<br />
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Part II: The dance/The Strip. This one varies, but usually doesn't involve much of the pole. Commonly this entails, crawling/writhing/kneeling. As this happens, clothes tend to make their way towards the floor. (This will take lots of practice...although I know many ladies are good at this, be sure you can do it smoothly)<br />
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Part III: The Pole. Depending on the club you're in, they may or may not have a pole for you to use. I would recommend before dancing that you spend sometime working with the pole before you dance for Johns. Working the pole requires serious core strength. I have seen girls who will hold themselves on the pole for thirty seconds (upside down) using only their legs. Whatever you do, be sure not to move too quickly, since most men will be intoxicated, they won't be able to follow you with their eyes. Above all else, enjoy it, these men are actually paying to see you dance.<br />
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If you want more tips on pole dancing might I suggest going <a href="http://www.expertvillage.com/video/7454_pole-dance-windmill.htm">here</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961953120933245853.post-46080337098927166302010-01-12T05:47:00.002-05:002010-01-12T05:53:11.438-05:00Post It Note Tuesday ...My Mask of Sanity is about to slip<center>Sorry about the title, but for some reason I couldn't help but think of <u>American Psycho</u>. All of today's Notes are about inanimate or unreal objects. As always, special thanks to Supah for creating this Meme :)</center><center> </center><br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961953120933245853.post-3210286102843596562010-01-11T06:07:00.001-05:002010-01-11T06:09:49.114-05:00My 30thOne of my good buddies hit the big 30 this weekend, years old, not sexual partners (though I cannot confirm that), and it got me thinking, since I'm turning 30 this year, what would I like for my birthday. After spending a few minutes thinking about strippers (sooo not out of the ordinary for me). I decided to write down a few things I'd like, in the event that I actually make it to my birthday.<br />
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1. I want this<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">photo courtesy of <a href="http://www.teslamotors.com/">Tesla Motors</a> <br />
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in my driveway with a title in my name, and all the insurance paid for.<br />
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2. Two words - Laser Tag! (Yeah, I know I'm turning 30, but damnit I want to actually have fun)<br />
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3. No wine, beer, or liquor. (If you can't handle hanging around me when you're sober...then I've got 4 letters for you...GTFO)<br />
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4. THERE WILL BE STRIPPERS (ok, maybe not, but if someone could convince <a href="http://blog.griffin2002.com/2009/12/best-night-evar.html">Eve</a> to come, that'd be totally awesome)<br />
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5. <a href="http://www.fogodechao.com/">Fogo De Chao</a> - Do I really need a reason?<br />
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6. The event will take place on Friday OR Saturday (Most likely Saturday)<br />
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7. My Party, My Rules, if you don't like it, I might just punch you in the face.<br />
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That's all I've managed to come up with so far, but it's still a few months off. Does anyone else have any ideas? I'd love to hear them.<br />
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P.S. Oh yeah, Sorry guys about Friday. I was having issues with being creative.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5