A little acrostic for you all

G is for the Garnish that needs to be
R the Rave expressed to young minds of children,
E by the Economist, or chaos theorist, being that which is
A the Advertorial, or karmic, disingenuous, or otherwise
S commonly referred to as Smegma, the European Cheese, that which is
Y the Yoke of mankind, equating to the welfare of children....

Let grease come full circle...



Moral: When in doubt...smile oleaginously...(Refer to definition 1 if you do not know how I am using the adjective)

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I can't stand Pau Gasol

Seriously, between him and vujucic or however you spell his name, those two look like they are going to cry whenever they get fouled, let alone their cheap acts that they do when they fake the foul draw. I don't care as much for the NBA championships now that the celtics are out, but realistically I want the Nuggets to win.

Lebron, mo williams, gasol, odom, verejao, vujucic, FLOPPERS!!! FUCKIN FLOPPERS! I don't care to watch grown ass men, front like they got fouled, then cry cuase they didn;'t get the call to go to the line. Mother fuckers did you watch basketball back in the day. The Celtics, the bulls, the pistons, and dare i say, the sixers. These teams battled for the ball...

Elbows, knees, punches, everything...fuckin dead legs...it got aggressive back in the day when those guys played ball...i mean people left the court bloody and battered and bruised...these guys got trainers for their fucking trainers...nutrionists...larry bird used to eat ice cream and smoke cigars before games!



Moral: He even fake cries like he got fouled when no one is around him...Play hard or go home!

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Rest and reflect

As far as resting goes, after the long weekend I had, the slumber of a lion was much needed! I slept for 17 hours...let me state that again. Seventeen Hours. I got home and the first thing I did on Monday afternoon was to shower, eat and then pass the fuck out! I was exhausted!

From the meetings to the sports to the jungle juice these weekends bring out the warrior in any participant. For 4+ days you are going at it, clawing at each point trying to win the coveted overall trophy; and for what? For what you ask yourself. Bragging rights my friends. Bragging rights!

It's the a gold medal for the US Olympic team, or the NBA championship, or the world cup trophy! This is a church organized event that is 4 days long with no prior or future rankings, but for the next year you get to look at one another on FB or whatever other venue of communication you decide to use and talk shit for the 360 days that remain from the conclusion...so you know what D1...we're gunning for you...



Moral: BAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNN'

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BIG!!!

One of Tom Hanks' most fun roles I have watched this film numerous times...I still know the song...you remember, the scene when Josh meets his friend Billy in the gym and tries to convince Billy that it is Josh...You guys know what I am talking about, the gym scene, Josh is hiding out when Billy goes to put the balls away after gym class

"The space goes down, down baby, down, down the roller coaster. Sweet, sweet baby, sweet, sweet, don't let me go. Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa pop. Shimmy, shimmy, rock. Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa pop. Shimmy, shimmy, rock. I met a girlfriend - a triscuit. She said, a triscuit - a biscuit. Ice cream, soda pop, vanilla on the top. Ooh, Shelly's out, walking down the street, ten times a week. I read it. I said it. I stole my momma's credit. I'm cool. I'm hot. Sock me in the stomach three more times..."

Seriously, it's so fucking great! A triscuit - A biscuit! I guess I just love film way too much, especially films from my childhood. I wanted to get on that Zoltar machine and ask to be big. And then I thought about it. Life passing by at the end of a short phrase...yeah sorry I'll stick with my youth thank you very much...



Moral: "It's a glow-in-the-dark compass ring. So you don't get lost."

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Day and Night...

Tossing and turning in my bed? Difficult to get a solid nights sleep? I keep seeing the stupid ass commercials for bob-o-pedics....--Why should you pay hundreds more for temperpedic, when you can save hundreds and buy a bob-o-pedic--...hmmm, let's see, cause NASA FUCKING ENGINEERED IT!!! NASA can engineer furniture and I will buy it over Bob's

What do you get out of sacrificing quality for a few hundred dollars. And not only that, a few hundred dollars for something they spend 6 to 8+ hours on each night. Let me suggest something. It's very simple! Stop fucking financing everything, save a few hundred, and then buy something that is of higher quality. Why, Sarvosh?? Why, spend more, when the economy is so tough?

Just because the economy is tough doesn't mean you have to spend less. In fact you can get higher quality goods for cheaper. Look I used to buy old navy carpenters, comfortable as fuck right, but they would tear every three months. So every 3 months I spent another 30 bucks = 120 bucks a year!!!! So I saved, found myself some Diesel's, and I have been rocking them for the past 6 years!!!!



Moral: For a successful living...

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