Many of my friends have recently entered the work force. They’ve had to sacrifice a lot to appear to be responsible, hard-working individuals (no gin on Tuesday nights, less than two long islands with lunch, etc.). But how far would you go to keep your appearance of prosperity?
Here’s the situation. You just scored a decent job with a prominent company and are trying hard to make a good impression. Only problem is you destroyed the last home you lived in and all the middle income housing in the area is owned by the same realtor. e.g. You cannot secure middle income housing. You’re faced with the following decision:
Would You Rather ride a dirt bike to work every day and live in a nice house in a well-to-do neighborhood OR drive a new luxury automobile of your choice (BMW, Lexus, Mercedes, etc.) and live in a trailer near a landfill.
There is a security booth when you arrive at your company parking lot and the lot itself is fairly small, so word will get around and your boss and coworkers will be well aware of your mode of transportation. Remember that you will have to engage in “water-cooler” conversation at work all the time. If you choose the BMW/Trailer you will have to lie about where you live and won’t be able to explain your situation. On the other hand your only available explanation for the dirt bike is that you “love to feel the wind in your hair.” There is running water and a sewer system in your trailer.
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Harry Potter And the Order Of The Phoenix Trailer!!!!•
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Yea i’ll bite that
Oh what the fuck is up?? It’s just Doug here checkin in, letting ya guys know I made it to Jordan alright and I have yet to get blown up. London shits with Ed got messed up because the “queue” was too long for a “tube” ticket and we got a little nervous. So instead I sat in that huge ass airport with a bunch of wankers for 6 hours. Got a pint of Hoegaarden for 3.80 (pounds) at 9 am though. Bartender thought it was necessary to give me shit for my choice too. Anyway I hopped on the plane full of Arab businessmen and US security contractors and arrived in Amman.
There’s about 35 kids in the group and there seems to be a decent enough mix although I forsee some of them having a real rough time here since they know almost no Arabic. A few cuties in the group too though no real knockouts. My hotel roomie is pretty cool, he’s from San Fran! Went out to some little snack shack and got a shitload of food, including a “bebsi”, for 1.50JD (about 2 dollars). Walking around was an experience in itself though. You definitely feel like a negro in Alabama (pre-civil rights movement). Glad I’m not a girl though, it’s like walking past a perpetual line of Mexican landscapers…
Had about 9 hours of bullshit lecture on how we should try to “blend in” and “not draw attention to ourselves”. AKA be a bunch of panzy ass wallflower castrated Americans. I mean seriously how am I going to learn anything about a nation (or a national’s) identity when I’m hiding my own? Deference for foreign culture is one thing, but denial of your own is quite another. Yea so I’ll update you on more exciting shit when they let me do it…
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Music Matchups - Coming Soon
Yeah couldn’t think of a better title. Sorry!!!! xoxo. Anyway I finished up fall quarter (yeah my school’s messed up) and decided I would use this past weekend to visit Gregory Fry at Bucknell and the rest of the herms at PSU. Yeah I know, I was just at PSU a few weeks ago but I had a good reason for going this time…
Preamble: Ok so when I posted a couple weeks ago after the PSU visit around Halloween I mentioned a certain girl. So it turns out this girl was in fact checking me out according to a convo Shug had with her around a week ago. Ok, oh well. It also turns out she doesn’t have a bf like Shug said. Ahh that kinda sucks but I can deal. It also turns out she was fixing to have a threesome with myself and a friend of hers. OH FUCK ME.
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Got some words I don’t know, Gonna sing them here I goooo
So I get back from PSU-scapade on Monday afternoon. I was all about doing something Halloween night but nothing seemed to be materializing. Then Melissa Badding mentions that her and some cohorts are going to see “The Exorcism of Emily Rose” at 10 o’clock. I wanted to say screw it and go to bed early (I was functioning on 3 hours of drunk sleep), but I decided I’d be game. I really didn’t have high expectations. I mean let’s face it, most horror movies suck mad ass.
Anyway this movie completely blew me away. I was freaked the fuck out for a decent amount of time after the movie ended. The thing is those run of the mill slasher bad guy kills everybody kinda movies don’t do much for me. I’ll get startled and I’ll probably be entertained throughout but those movies just can’t really affect you in the ways movies like “The Exorcism of Emily Rose” can. I hesitate to compare it to this movie but in ways it was like The Blair Witch Project. It was more about what you didn’t see than what you did see. The fact that it was based on a true story certainly adds to the freakiness. I went with a group of 6 and we were pretty much evenly split. Melissa and Karrie were as freaked out as I was while the others actually were disappointed. Guess they were expecting some garbage like Scream? So anyway, if you wanna be freaked out and lay in your bed unable to sleep looking warily around your room for 3 hours I highly recommend this flick.
In other news, I discovered this girl I know has the same exact birthday as me. I will be pushing for a joint b-day party. In which case, everyone better have their shit together by mid-December. Oh, and happy birthday to Jared Brown. He will officially be allowed to scam on hoochies at dive bars on Monday. Too bad he looks absolutely nothing like me. Fuckin Lebanon…
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Wilford Brimley Should Host The Price Is Right
Yeah so I would post up some of my thoughts to convince people I am in fact a real person and not a character in some fucked up sitcom. Speaking of which I’m a big fan of Curb Your Enthusiasm. I remember the first time I saw it I was a little taken aback by the extreme form of Seinfeld humor but now I love it. It just pushes the envelope in ways Seinfeld couldn’t even touch.
Anyway I was up late writing my paper on my President Truman was a douchebag for dropping the atomic bomb on Japan. For a while I actually had a sentence included in the essay that went like this: “Faced with a watershed moment in history, Truman shit the bed.” I really wanted to keep it in there but I caved…
So nobody else watched Nip/Tuck? I f-ing love that shit. Ending was so awesome tonight. Basically one of the main characters, a plastic surgeon named dr. troy, was accused of murdering this dyke (and being a serial slasher/murderer called the carver). The whole episode was about how even the guys closest friends started to actually suspect him of the crime. So the accused (and innocent) guy uses his one phone call to leak the story of him being accused. He figures that the real murderer will not want someone else taking credit for his work. So the last scene of the episode is the newest victim of the carver sitting in his office (he was released because the d.a. dropped the charges after hearing about the new carver victim). So the camera pans around to show you the person waiting to see dr. troy is the detective that was riding the shit out of the accused guy the entire episode. She was treating him like shit the entire episode, insisting that violence was in his genes and shit. The line every episode begins on and this one ends on is “So what don’t you like about yourself?” Ehh ehh, good shit huh?
Don’t worry I’ll pull some shit this weekend and make a post/voicemessage/collage out of it.
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Ode To “Doorknob”
Hiya. Some of you may know me as donny, others as doug. Either of those is fine. What is not fine is anything suggesting I am the owner or inventor of the Don Pablo’s franchise. Anyway since Shug neglected freckledturd like a female child in China I’ll be posting on bpbc. Nothin too exciting going on in my world, had an Int’l trade and finance test today and got a data analysis 2 test tomorrow but it’s open book/open notes so I’m just scratchin my balls all night.
Sister came up this past weekend, that was a good time. We got drunk and watched the psu game then went to some random ass party that had a live band (they covered green day most of the time). Sorry I didn’t puke on anybody or get with any freshmen and forget what they looked like… Maybe next weekend. So I’m hoping to get up to psu for homecoming weekend, guess I’ll be drinking by myself during the game? Aightttt time to watch Barry Sanders highlight video courtesy of limewire. Catch ya the fuck later.
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