I went whitewater rafting this weekend. It was a blast. I’m still sore, even though we actually went rafting on Friday. So that just goes to show you how out of shape I am. We actually flipped the raft on the last class 5 rapid, which was scary for some of [...]

I just bought Justin Timberlake’s new track “SexyBack” on iTunes. Somebody please shoot me. Next thing you know, I’ll be wishing Aaron Carter will have a successful rap career.
I think I bought it because I’ve been singing the damn song to my girlfriend every morning for the last week in my best Kip/Big [...]

I’m on the first vacation I’ve had in over two years, and its getting tough to come up with material. So I’m stealing JJ’s post about Milestones.

How old were you when…

You had your first kiss?
12. It was at church camp of all places.

This is my tribute to living in the ghetto. I’ve lived in it since I was a kid, so I know first hand why it sucks. Basically it comes down to this: don’t plan on having anything nice.

Gas pumps are always prepay
It wasn’t until I was driving for a while in high school, [...]

My brothers and some friends of mine went up to Louisville the weekend before last for our friend’s birthday. We ended up at this club called “Coyote’s”, which has about 6 clubs/bars under its roof. From country & western to hip-hop and eighties music, this place had it all. After a couple shots at the karaoke bar we all headed over to the 70s/80s/90s club. When we walked in, there were 4 people up on stage dancing to “Doin’ Da’ Butt”. They consisted of two girls that probably weighed over 600 lbs. combined and could have body slammed my ass. Another was a chubby middle-aged guy with his white NASCAR shirt tucked into his jeans. My favorite though was the last dude. He had this great ‘bowl’ haircut, an Insane Clown Posse t-shirt tucked into his black jeans and a goatee that was about a foot long. He new every word to the song and was rapping right along with the music while he was up on stage.

Who wants to try some of my delicious poppycock?

Yes, this is a real picture I took in a local drug store. Long live Poppycock!

I promised I’d write about why crotchless panties rock as much as mirrored ceilings. Well, you’re in luck because I’ve finally decided to share that secret with you. Actually it’s not a secret, crotchless panties just rock. There’s just something about a girl wearing evening wear that she doesn’t even half to take off that gets me all randy.

Did you know that there existed four-level go-cart tracks? Well, I certainly didn’t. At least not until I had the pleasure of visiting Redneck Vegas, more commonly known as Pigeon Forge, TN. When you ride down the strip in Pigeon Forge you will not see only one, nor only two, but a whopping THREE quadruple-decker go-cart tracks.

I promised to start writing stories this week, and I won’t disappoint. I’ll start off the week with the retelling of the most annoying part of our trip. It was our last morning in the hotel downtown before we went up to the cabin in the mountains. I’m just mildly hungover from the night before, so you can probably imagine the mood I was in. At approximately 8am, on a Saturday mind you, I hear the first trumpet from the parking lot outside.

Yesterday was my birthday, and we ended up going out to celebrate on Saturday night. I’d tell you all about it, but I can’t remember much. I do remember getting a shot from a local radio personality, but it gets hazy after that. There’s a whole roll of film documenting the night, so maybe after I get that back I can piece together some funny stories.