Appetizer: Describe your week in one word.
Paradoxical.
Soup: Tell about a funny practical joke that you’ve played on someone.
At Vermont Academy, the boys dorm was located right beside the main classroom building. Fuller Hall also had an auditorium and – most importantly – a bell tower. The tower could be accessed by climbing a spiral staircase which was located off a locked prop room in the auditorium. We brow-beat one of the band geeks who had a key to this room until they ‘lent’ it to my friend Mark. After morning-meeting, Mark unlocked the prop room and took a rope up into the tower. He tied the rope to the bell pull, dropped it out of the steeple, and we all began a long school day worrying that our little prank-in-progress would be discovered. But nobody noticed the dangling rope, and after lights-out we dropped a similar rope out of our third floor dorm window. Then Mark snuck outside (an expellable offence) while the rest of us played lookout on various floors. Mark darted across the lawn between the two buildings and eventually tied the two ends of rope together – providing us with full bell-ringing access from the comfort of our own room. We waited until about 3 a.m. and started ringing the bejeezus out of the damn thing – waking the entire campus. Eventually we noticed the maniacal headmaster sprinting towards the scene of the crime. We simply dropped the rope out of the window and went back to our respective rooms. As a variety of teachers started bursting through doors in an attempt to catch the culprits, 5 naughty schoolboys giggled furiously into their pillows. Jesus that last sentence sounds filthy.
Salad: – Name someone you had a crush on when you were a kid.
A Mississauga girl named Michelle. The crush teetered precariously on ‘morbid obsession’.
Main Course: If you were a member of royalty, what would your title be?
Duke, Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl. Or maybe Little Lord Fauntelroy.
Dessert: What colors are the clothes you are wearing today?
Dark blue jeans, cobalt blue jumper, pink thong. What are you wearing, dear readers? And will it be wrong to print out your descriptions so I can masturbate to them later?
Today I am in Black…Mourning black…Johnny Cash black, North End Women black…50 Cent black…Armani black..just plain black….Chrm
Soup:
While at St. Bonaventure my friends and I began video taping various practical jokes that we would pull on people. When I look back now I realize that what we were essentially doing was essentially creating “Jack Ass” episodes. There was one professor in particular we would focus our efforts and a friend of mine was in his seminar every week MWF at 1:00. Each Friday afternoon we created a new “superhero” that would randomly walk in to class and pull a stunt while my buddy in the audience videotaped it with his hidden camera. There were three of us that rotated as the superhero. My character was a spaceman or something. This involved me covering my entire body in aluminum foil and a bike helmet, also covered in aluminum foil concealing my face. We would run throughout the classroom usually communicating with the Prof in some way, shape or form. This would also end in the Prof chasing us out of the classroom. In one instance my buddy, the “Baskethead”, jumped out the freakin window to escape the Prof.! Baskethead was basically a costume with pajamas, cape and wicker basket on his head.
Needless to say we had to change our tactics and stunts to avoid getting caught by security. But we found a way to pull some type of stunt on this guy every week. If I only saved those tapes!!!!!
Salad:
Easy, Alyssa Milano…
Main Course:
People sometimes ask me if I think I am King Shit. So I’ll stick with that, King Shit
Dessert:
Blue, gray and black. Dumb freakin question. Lets have more soup and salad!
I need more CowBell!
Bdoy
Ok, that’s it. I’ve had enough friggin’ cowbell already. We DON’T need anymore cowbell. Maybe some fog horn though.
What about some triangle? Or perhaps some Tubular Bells!!!
(http://tubular.net/)
A better link to this seminal piece of work: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tubular_Bells
Soup: this one time at band camp I stuck a flute up someone else’s, ummm….well you know…..
Salad: Chris Cornett
Main Course: Princess pain in the ass
Dessert: black top, greeen pants, no underwear, so I guess they would be flesh color??
There’s no way I can possibly punch the clown to thoughts of you going Commando if you remain anonymous. Or Chris Cornett.
And nobody had a crush on Punky Brewster… I find that hard to believe.
http://www.punchbaby.com/great.htm
if you need to know what I will be wearing later, look here. You need to enter your name to see though…
commando plus the fact it looks like a tropical flower….smooth and shiny
Thank you. I now have enough information to masturbate feverishly to.