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Christmas Time in My Livingroom

Yep, we got out tree today. 5 1/2 feet of green goodness. My cats can't stop drinking the damn water though, and they get all hyped up. It's like giving them three shots of adrenaline in a bong-filled room.
Well, I've asked for a 360 for Christmas, that's not happening. Phone? Nope. Endless poontang? Well, I'll ask my girlfriend. Wait, I don't have one of those either. . . Damnit. Well, back to stage one. Purchase paintball products and realize this sport makes me:
1) Poor. -- I spend WAY to much on this sport
2) Lonley (in the pants) -- There are hot girls that play paintball. But, they like the paintballers with money. Not the really good ones. Damn gold diggers. Heh.
3) In pain. -- I dove over a bunker a few days ago. NOT my smartest move. I swear to God I snapped three ribs.
4) Dirty. -- I got dragged across the field a few days ago. And our field is covered with painty, oily, sawdusty, foamcementturf like stuff. YUK.

Well, at least I got the hot cashier girl. ;) Yay.

Phones, school, and krazy glue.

So. I've had the same POS phone for almost 3 years now. And I got sooo sick of it a little while ago. I then proceeded to do everything I could do make that thing NOT WORK. Kicking it across streets, spiking it, tossing it, shooting it with paintball guns, submerging it in water, throwing it full-force at cement walls. Nothing. So a few days ago, I had it in the front pocket of my hoodie at school. I trip, and it falls out of my pocket like a foot off the ground. The screen SHATTERS. I throw it full speed at walls and I get nothing, but I accidentally drop it not trying to break it, and it dominates itself.
Well, tonight my parents took me to Sprint to get a new phone. The razr was only $50 with the package we needed to renew. Well, they get me the same POS phone I've had for three years. %#!@#!!!! But wait, my Dad made everything OK! "But Jake, this one's SILVER!" Hmpf. Well, silver it is. Heh.


School's been kind of odd lately. So we brought in this guy from Germany who was here because he knew a teacher and was coming to WI to talk to some companies. So they asked him to stop in for a day and talk to the class. This guy walks in, TOTAL FLAMER. They don't get any gayer than this man. But the funniest part of this thing. This man studies LUBRICANTS. No one else got the irony of this besides me and a few of my friends. Gay man. Lube. Funny German accent. ITS FUNNY PEOPLE! Then when we asked him if he found us attractive, our teacher cut us off there and made us not talk for the rest of the period.


And now another funny thing in German class. We were learning about currency, and I used my Euro's that we earned to buy a thing of krazy glue. And then I had an idea. Since people are always trying to get quarters for the soda machines at school, how could I use this for my own laughter? GLUE QUARTERS TO THE FLOOR BY THE SODA MACHINES! Expect a video coming soon about this idea.


Whammy!

Blogger? WHAT IS THIS?

Hey. It's Stro again. Damn blogger was all whack and decided to delete my account and confuse me like none other. Sooooo here I am. Starting FRESH. Even though my old account was....12 hours young.

Expect more later. Now is the time to formulate ideas and try to figure out this new confangled thing called the interwebs.

GTFO.