Wednesday, April 2, 2008

I'm 100 miles away son... ready to strike.

Wow I still love that line, but now I got another one two, My quick smells like french toast? Yeah amazing. As you could not tell i spoke that "yeah amazing" as Jim Rome but not Jim Rome Jim Rome but frank calliendo Jim Rome.

Whatever that ment

Anyways I am employed as an assistant manager at the Pizza Ranch in George but I am working at the Rock Rapids pizza ranch tomorrow.

In an effort to make this all as random as possible i may consoledate.

I doubt I just spelled consoledate right.

With that as they might say...

I almost got in a fight tonight with an old guy when i was playing basketball, but like i said it was an old guy and I would have felt bad about fighting with an old guy. And by old I mean he is like 35 or something like that. And I will say however if this were a couple of years ago there probably would have been a fight. But as they say three blind mice or something like that are best made plans.

Next on Agenda... I doubt anybody has read any of this right now which would make this dangerously close to a diary or manly journal. I will save face by inserting some explitives right here - Firehouse - I heard someone say something about an F word and I assumed that is the only thing it could have meant, I was homeschooled after all.

Well I suppose that I am going to be going to bed... alone.... cause that is what good young christian men do... we sleep alone... none of that monkey buisness for us.

Andrew Vik
Quite possibly too sexy for his shirt and spelling.

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