I wrote a hit play

was had saturday night.

holy shit. 4 new numbers managed to be added to my phone.

Posted by Stan at 11/27/2006 | Permalink

anyone know where I can locate a thawed turkey at 6:48pm? not that I've been my typical procastinating self. rather I've been too busy since monday to shop.

I tried central market early, and of course, they are sold out.

Posted by Stan at 11/22/2006 | Permalink

I'm going to see borat tonight. by myself if I have to.

chenquieh

Posted by Stan at 11/10/2006 | Permalink

call it a case of life imitating art. my friend, who shall remain nameless totally SHIT his pants saturday night at the game. everytime that memory crosses my mind I turn beet red, not from embarrassment.

I want you to see how close our episode resembled a similarly sordid scene from along came polly:

sandy: reuben, I'm in a situation here. we have to leave now.
reuben: no. can we stay a couple more minutes?
sandy: dude, no. this is serious. I just sharted.
reuben: I don't know what that means.
sandy: I tried to fart and a little shit came out. I just sharted. now let's go.
reuben: you're the most disgusting person I've ever met in my life.


me: poopie, where the fuck have you been?
poopie: get in the car.
me: no, I want to stay here and drink more beer. plus I got this hizzo walking over here from lot 70.
poopie: I'm in a situation. we have to leave or I'm leaving you.
me: you can't leave in my own ride. that is very undude.
(I relunctantly get in the car)
me: what's going on?
poopie: I just sharted. don't tell anyone!
me: wait...is this why it took you 2 hours to get the car? ...and where the hell did you get the new clothes? and what happened to your soiled gear? hahahaha!
poopie: I stuffed them into a port-a-pottie.
me: gross.

[poopie clicks the window lock button has I'm about to roll the glass down to announce to the rest of our friends: hey everybody! poopie here just shat his pants!]

I don't feel bad for making fun of him. however, I do feel bad for getting my friend and his pregnant wife out of bed at 2am as I yelled "get up, get up! we have an emergency! poopie shat his pants at the game!"

I should have known better that pregnant women shouldn't be subject to great stress...suck as the one from rolling on the floor from laughter.

Posted by Stan at 11/07/2006 | Permalink

the following heavy rotation songs will be the latest addition to my phone:

we fly high -- jim jones
stuntin' like my daddy -- lil' wayne & baby aka tha numbah one stunnah
push it -- rick ross

foreign rides. outside. is like showbiz

Posted by Stan at 11/02/2006 | Permalink