Three Pimps and a Crack Whore: 12/01/2001

Sunday, December 30, 2001

Jen, we lost your phone number. Call us. We're at the house... :)

-Jon

Saturday, December 29, 2001

I warned you Jen. I warned you against retail at christmas. The I.Q. level of the population drops 50 points once they enter a store during the holidays. The I.Q. of my boss has dropped as well, and I swear to god if that stupid bitch hangs up on me one more goddamn time I'm going to kick her in her nasty-ass teeth. I called in sick yesterday. Why? Because I needed to look for a new job on top of 50,000 other things I needed to do yesterday. And because there were four of us closing that night. Slightly unneccessary. This is, I'm proud to say, the first time I have ever called in sick to Babbages. Every day off I've had, I've scheduled off. I tell her I'm sick I can't come in, she mumbles something incoherently and then hangs up on me. Ok, like it or not that I'm calling in, that is just fucking rude. So I'm like, fine, be a child. My days of working for your dumb fat ass are numbered bitch. By the way, do I work tomorrow? Who knows? Schedule isn't done yet. The schedule for New Years week is not done yet. I am so quitting this stupid ass job. But first I must find a better one.

Friday, December 28, 2001

Hi. Kalamazoo. It's been snowing here for 5 straight days. Non-stop. I parked at Video Hits. Went in. Looked around. Walked back out not 15 minutes later. Had to rebrush my car. A lot. Driving? 15 mph. Everywhere. Visibility? What is this visibility you speak of? Traction? Another foreign concept. Right now we're making up for all the winter we didn't get yet. But actually... this all did start on the 23rd. Wasn't that the first day of winter? Weird. That would be cool if on March 23rd all the snow would like just disappear overnight and you'd wake up to a sunny 65 degree day.

Jackwhore... What?... What?

huh.

Lots of snow in three days......in Detroit.......huh......who knew??!!

Thursday, December 27, 2001

I'm really excited to see you all on New Year's -- Chief, Cap, Nopa, Bum, Nicks and everyone else!!!!! Oh yea, I'm wearing one of my new sweaters today and it's cozy and snuggly :) SUPER GREG, NUMBA 1!!! hahahha

Wednesday, December 26, 2001

Know what I hate? When someone IM's you and they ask "asl?" and you tell them, and you read their info and it says "20 f va 5'4" 110lbs, 36c, loves cock, loves sex." and then they ask you for a picture and you send one to them, and then they never say anything again. That's when you realize you just sent whack-off material to a 52 year old fat bald white guy with a hairy back, sitting in the dark in his house while his alcoholic wife and two degenerate kids argue in the kitchen because one of them knocked up the other. Know what else I hate? When you call this person a 52 year old fat bald white guy with a hairy back, who is sitting in the dark in his house while his alcoholic wife and two degenerate kids argue in the kitchen because one of them knocked up the other, they sign off.

So by the way, if you ever see christy3669 on line, be sure to call him a 52 year old fat bald white guy with a hairy back, sitting in the dark in his house while his alcoholic wife and two degenerate kids argue in the kitchen because one of them knocked up the other.

Tuesday, December 25, 2001

I don't understand this facination with super greg. I'm confused. But its now Christmas, and soon we shall all recieve gifts a plenty. with such goings on I will not keep you long. Except to say that I don't tell you guys how much you all mean to me enough. ya'lls is the bomb. merry x-mas every one.

-Jon

P.S. Go see Amelie, and get the Almost Famous: Directors Edtion, its great.

Monday, December 24, 2001

Man I wish Super Greg was my dad. That way I could have birthday parties and my Super Greg dad would show up in his red jump suit, and with a flick of his wrist and a shake of his bad ass uni-brow, he would kick it with a tasty groove. And everyone would be like, "Man your dad is the shiznit." And I'd be like, "Yeah." Then Super Greg dad would sit me down on his lap and teach me the ways of the Pro Master Mix 5000X, and he'd say, "Someday son, you will spin like me. You will wear your jumpsuit, put your leg up on a beat up Yugo and kick it old school." Then creepy Uncle Roccy and Uncle Rashy would tuck me in at night, and all three would sing me a lulliby with a phat beat.

Merry Christmas Jen. Merry Christmas Ryan. Merry Christmas Jon. Merry Christmas Jack. Goodnight Super Greg. Goodnight Roccy, and goodnight Rashy. Oh and Rashy? If you ever want to score with the ladies, I would consider changing the name. (That kind of goes for Super Greg too.) Goodnight John-boy. Good... goodnight Elisabeth, goodnight Elisabeth, goodnight... And goodnight Mrs. Kalabash... wherever you are....

Saturday, December 22, 2001

I cannot concentrate. I'm trying. It's not happening.

Friday, December 21, 2001

my throat hurts... damnit

Thursday, December 20, 2001

SUPER GREG

Just look at the site......you will laugh.........trust me. :-)

Tuesday, December 18, 2001

I hate Christmas. I hate the mall. I hate Santa. I hate Babbages. I hate video games. I hate stupid customers. I hate stupid bosses. I hate Christmas. I hate the mall. I hate Santa. I hate Babbages. I hate video games. I hate stupid customers. I hate stupid bosses. I hate Christmas. I hate the mall. I hate Santa. I hate Babbages. I hate video games. I hate stupid customers. I hate stupid bosses. I hate Christmas. I hate the mall. I hate Santa. I hate Babbages. I hate video games. I hate stupid customers. I hate stupid bosses. I hate Christmas. I hate the mall. I hate Santa. I hate Babbages. I hate video games. I hate stupid customers. I hate stupid bosses. I hate Christmas. I hate the mall. I hate Santa. I hate Babbages. I hate video games. I hate stupid customers. I hate stupid bosses.

Merry Freakin Christmas.

Merrrrrrrrrrry Christmas....Merrrrrrrrrrrryyy Christmas.....merry christmas merry christmas merrrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyy chrrrriiiisssttmmmasss (think Alleluia song)

Friday, December 14, 2001

You guys, I love Michigan weather. Last night was green at least until 3am. I wake up, and everything is white. How fun.

Monday, December 10, 2001

Again, Happy Birthday Nopa Pimp. Last time I said this, it didn't post. Ah well. Try it again. Have a good one.

Happy Birthday Nopa Pimp.

Sunday, December 09, 2001

Dag yo.

Tuesday, December 04, 2001

Who is your daddy and what does he do?!

Monday, December 03, 2001

How about Johnny B. Goode?

And what about Scarecrow's brain?!?

Uh, Jim Blossoms? Isn't it Gin Blossoms? How about, Johnny B. Good (instead of Jonny be good), I would walk 500 Miles (instead of I would walk 1000 miles), The Ramones (instead of The Romones). I know, I know... you got them off what the info from the file said. But now you can change it so its right. Night all.

Saturday, December 01, 2001

I created a pledge for next semester if anyone wants to sign it. It's in contract form....kinda cool.....basically it gives you a motive to work towards a 4 point next semester with the support of others under the agreement.....My signature's on it and I anticipate that Jen's will be too.....it's no big deal it's not like legally binding or anything it's just a motivational thing.....anyway drop me a line if you'd like to sign........

-Jack

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