Is it really better to eat a bunch of small meals instead of a few big ones.Why do congressmen get to run red lights. What ever happened to the show growing pains. Why don't they still play reruns of giligans island.what if there was no such thing as weight and every object had different forces of gravity. Can you even get pregnant in space. What happens behind the closed doors in your house. Would be be worried, afraid,. How can Pluto just not be a planet. What ever happened to those people that believed in Y2K?What is the deal with area51.
There are clearly other life forms. Why would they want to come visit us.
Would you want to stick your hand in a red ant farm?

Cool Kids

When I think of cool kids i used to think of popped collars and abercrombie "worn" ripped jean skirts that came down just passed the ass. Now, however, when i think of "cool kids" i think of the hipsters. Kids from the "Rado" ( colorado). Kids that love to "shred" and eat up the gnar. These kids are i think even more interesting to inspect because unlike the older version of cool kids these kids strive to be different. They wear various bright colors and apparently they have sensitive eyes because it seems that they always have a brightly colored pair of RayBan want-to-be's on, even in the evening. These bras are always down to "chill" and play absurdly confusing drinking games that involve more rules than can be remembered. Phrases such as "fo sho" are thrown about and "mainstream" music is frowned upon. MGMT will forever run wild through the over sized skull candy ear phones. Needless to say neon is in.

Bargain shopping

Bargain shopping, you could say is my "cup of tea". The other day my friend decided to take me around and show me all the thrift stores in Portland (since I'm new to the area). I am amazed as to how much shit people can really own. Along with the endless supply of bag lady scarves (which i enjoy) and tiny trinkets comes a whole other breed of people. We went to this one Goodwill which i was informed goes as "the bins". The name fits. It literally is a huge warehouse with lines of bins filled with the most random shit. The people in there are like vultures. The employee will come from the back of the store pushing an over sized bin. The animal like customers will hover all around them like they are going to gang jump the poor high school kid trying to support his knocked up 16 year old girl friend. At this place they actually have rules. Like a small government held inside the walls of foreign objects. There are rows of tape on the floor where the bins will align. The customers are not allowed to touch the bin until it is safely nestled into the spot that the lined floor permits. Right as the young man lets go of the bin the crowd goes wild, pulling shit out of the bin left and right. Literally anything can be in the bins. Old shirts, jeans, underwear, shoes, televisions, books. You name it, it's there. However, in the blink of an eye it is all sifened through and you are left with an even shittier pile of shit. It isn't impossible to find some good buys in this land because everything is sold by the pound. Yes, that's right, $1.89 a pound. So it boils down to this. I can only explain how these events occurred in minor detail. You must however, experience the bins first hand.

utter randomness

I am from the northern part of Idaho. The "panhandle" so to speak. However, i have often wondered.. is the southern part called the pan?.

How ironic is it that the word phonetically is spelled with a "ph".

I'd like to make a T-shirt that has a picture of geese and toys. The bottom will read "Fowl Play".

If there is something said at my funeral I want it to be that I never let a moment pass that I could turn into a sex joke. Life is too short to live clean.