Friday, January 10, 2003

take a knee guys .... that was a good effort out there
i've decided to talk like a highschool football coach from now on. everything i say will be said as if a highschool football coach was saying it in reference to highschool football. so, naturally, the phrase "good hustle" will have to be used at least 46 times during any given day. i'm going to start wearing a whistle around my neck all the time too .... and those weird shorts that look like they were made from cut off baseball pants. where the hell do coaches buy those things? you never see ANYONE else wearing them. there must be a secret association of meathead highschool sports coaches or something. i need to perfect the yelling-at-the-top-of-your-lungs-so-all-the-veins-in-your-neck-and-forehead-bulge-out thing too. thats going to be rad.

in other news HERE COME THE ROME PLOWS. uh ... riiiiight. aloha, suit up!

i get more junkmail in my e-mail inbox than i do in my junk mail folder. thats retarded. no one even e-mails me at my hotmail address anyway. i should stop checking it. if you're bored send me emails to joshpayton@hotmail.com, josh_payton@hotmail.com or joshrock367@hotmail.com. all three of those are junk mail flytraps. i hate hotmail ... oh yeah there's also josh@robot.com and earthversusjosh@yahoo.com. i dont even know if that yahoo one is the right address or if that robot.com one still works. oh ... there's also death_metal_lord@hotmail.com ... but i never check that. ever. this was a pointless paragraph. i cant believe you read this far. dummy.

hooker with a penis is a really good song. "All you know about me is what I've sold you / Dumb fuck / I sold out long before you ever heard my name / I sold my soul to make a record / Dip shit / and you bought one." word.

um ... i'm only posting right now because i'm bored.

Cliff Yablonski hates you.

i found this thoroughly entertaining. i hope that link works for a while. meh. whatever.

oh why oh why do i have a meeting in 10 minutes. LAME.

the snakes are playing tonight ... be there bitchass.

late.