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Name: Mike
Country: United States
State: Florida
Birthday: 10/21/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: Hiking, ancient weapons, reading (fantasy and Sci-fi), languages, science, sociology, video games (yeah, I'm a teenage guy, so bite me, eh?), archery, fencing, pottery, my friends, Hitchhiker's Guide, new and unusual things.
Expertise: Irritating people.
Making people hate me.
Disturbing "Normals".
Getting into and out of trouble.
Making my life one strange situation.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Medical
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  HappySatan69
Member Since:
3/16/2003
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| Arrrrrrgh. Welp, I'm officially legal to do... everything. Well, except
sleep with toddlers in Borneo. You need a special license for that.
Anyway! You guessed it, I'm 21 now. And dear god does it hurt. Went up
to hang out with Whiffy Thursday, and decided to go hit the liquor
store at the crack of midnight. I came out with, you guessed it, all
the makings of an irish carbomb. Lots of them. I drank 4, and Whiffy
drank 4. Between those eight carbombs, we finished off an entire 750 mL
bottle of Jameson Irish Whiskey. I calculated what my BAC would've been
a few minutes ago, and it was around a .285... I was like... .07 away
from SURGICAL ANESTHESIA. Whiffy wasn't much better a'tall. Actually,
he wasn't any better. We were drunken idiots. I actually blacked out
after that fourth one. I have bruises and abrasions all over. None of
which I remember. Anyway. After we sobered up the next day (and
suffered through an amazingly awful hangover), we got some munchies and
headed to see the Flogging Molly concert in Jacksonville. Turns out I
wasn't legally able to drive until we were almost there. That concert
was amazing, though. Holy crap. We missed the first band, but we saw
the Street Dogs and Flogging Molly. The Street Dogs were alright.
Flogging Molly put on the best live show I've ever seen, though. It
beat the hell out've the time I saw them at the Warped Tour. Of course,
it didn't hurt that I was right against the rail like 15 feet away from
Dave King. Holy shit. I've never had that much fun at a concert.
Freaking amazing. They played all of my favorite songs, too. Ohhh, man.
Definitely a badass birthday. Anyway. Gonna head out now and hang with
some SCA people. You kids stay safe, and don't forget... A carbomb
isn't a carbomb unless you have way too much liquor in there.
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| http://mmxbass.hexnet.com/mmxbass/pentagon.swf
Holy shit. All of you, watch that video.
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| Not much to say, really. Better poets than I have had their two cents
worth today. Mr. Henry was one of the most quietly inspirational people
I've ever met. He taught me, by example, what it is to be a good
person. He cared about each and every one of us in the band. I never
thought I'd cry in public, but I couldn't help it yesterday. I'm going
to miss you, Mr. Henry. It may have been your time, but damnit if we're
all not wishing it wasn't. ::sighs:: I'll see you in the next life. I
might even practice the next go around.
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| So, I stayed up for 32 hours yesterday. It was interesting.
Not the longest I've ever stayed up, but I didn't work the
last time. Ahh well. Anyway, I thought this was a pretty amusing
joke. Even funnier if you've ever really looked at your HMO.
Night kids.
Two doctors and an HMO manager died and lined up at the pearly
gates for admission to heaven. St. Peter asked them to identify
themselves.
One doctor stepped forward and said, "I was a pediatric spine
surgeon and helped kids overcome their deformities."
St. Peter said, "You may enter."
The second doctor said, "I was a psychiatrist. I helped people
rehabilitate themselves."
St. Peter said, "You may enter."
The third applicant stepped forward and said, "I was an
HMO manager. I helped people get cost-effective health care."
St. Peter said, "You can come in, too."
But as the HMO manager walked by, St. Peter added, "You can
stay three days. After that, you can go to hell."
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| Honestly. I need to start sleeping more. I mean, I went to bet at like
6:30 yesterday morning and got up at 10:15. And it's 4 now. What the
hell is wrong with me? Gotta get up tomorrow (read: in a few hours) and
do stuff to my car. Oil needs a changin' and such. Gonna go steal teh
Chelsea afterwards. Had fun at work tonight. Yes indeedy. Anyway, kids.
Night night. And remember; if you ain't stumblin', you ain't drinkin'.
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