56 Fucking Spam Mails!

I received 56 fucking spam mails this weekend on the blog comments. god damn, i was ok with 1 or 2 but 56 was just too much. as a result, word verification crap is turned on. i have this feeling that no one will comment since there is an additional step, hopefully you all will still somewhat participate. since i am a huge nerd, i went back through every post that they spammed and deleted their comments. so ha!

This weekend was a crazy one. Saff and her friend Alli came into town wednesday night, choobs came in thursday night, and the weekend was full of stuff and alcohol. here are a few things i took away as lessons learned.

1) If you are a guy who owns a house, it is imperative that you have as many sets of sheets/comforters/bed items as there are beds. otherwise your lovely guests will be forced to sleep on a mattress with no fitted sheet and 1 1/2 pillows, not to mention fighting over 2 blankets because we all know that girls get fucking freezing if they dont have their down comforter and duvee cover. and yes, i know what a fucking duvee cover is!

2) ouzo is the greeks way of punishing american tourists who just want to get in on the fun. it tastes like a harsh blend of jagermeister and rubbing alcohol. once it hits your lips... you just want to puke it back up. sick fucking drink, definitely not one to get crunk off of.


this restaurant is one of the good ones off cheshire bridge road. bring a big party, get a big plate of meat. at Taverna Plaka.
3) cameltoe is still cool.


4) Girls pass out. a lot.



and yes, erik love, upon further inspection that is a hot girl from philly wrapped up in an ATLANTA FALCONS blanket.


5) i will take an asian teammate in trivial pursuit over a white person any day. let the record show that two boys with bachelors degrees fucked up some penn ivy law school yatches.

6) girls have this thing. one of those things guys dont really know about. apparently, there are little gel packets (with warming liquid) that you can throw in your bra to make it fill out more. the packets kinda feel like a tit, and if they are pressed up against tits, i think they feel just like the real thing. at first i guess i thought this was semi-deceptive and not 'keepin it real'. upon further introspection, i realized if a girl was getting naked in my bed and one of those happened to pop out, it would have no ill effect and i would proceed with the buckin'.

7) Hi-Fi Buys Ampitheater truly is the best outdoor venue in this town. the allman bros can still rock out. fully. and hippies love when the allman brothers rock out, no matter what generation of hippie they are. stonewashed hippies. tie-dye hippies. little curly hippies fresh out of high school.

i think thats about it. to the Jews, happy Rosh (hebrew word for head). to the muslims, happy ramadan. and to you christians, well... just be happy we're going to hell. Go Braves!