Badger

Somewhere in West Philadelphia, you will find an old basketball court with a single ball lying in the middle. Pick it up and start shooting hoops. After a while, a small group of hooligans will approach you and challenge you to a fight, which you must accept.

After the fight, you must go home and relay the events to your mother. She will then inform you that you have an aunt and uncle living in one of the districts of Los Angeles, and out of fear, she will send you to live there for an indefinite period of time.

With your bags packed, go to the street corner, and whistle for a cab. The cab that will pull up will bear the word FRESH on the license plate, and upon closer inspection, novelty fuzzy dice will hang in the mirror. Although you will suddenly realize that cabs like these are extremely hard to find, do not bear any thought to it. At this point you MUST point out in front of the car and say ‘Yo homes to Bel Air’. You will stop in front of a mansion, and it will be sometime between 7 and 8 o’clock, even though it will feel like you’ve been travelling mere seconds. Get your luggage out and say ‘Yo homes, smell ya later!’, but do NOT turn back to face the cabby. Walk up to the door, look over your shoulder once, and then knock on the door three times.

If you follow these instructions, your life will get flip-turned upside-down.l

Made by he_is_dead_jim

It is also my 500th LJ post, yay!

So let's have 'em. Your macros, your GIFs, your story-threads, your hockey player picspams, bring them here and we shall see how long we can keep this thing going. (I will be going to bed after the game, but I'm working tonight, so let's go :D)

Here, have he_is_dead_jim's Swede Mon



And his Swede Von (I did this one lol):



Swede Mon, driving in a Swede von
Drivin like a mad mon
It's the motherfuckin Swede Mon!

LET'S GO :D!

Remember, the post is public, so bring friends. Don't let me down, O my F-list.

"Last updated 5 days ago." WTF SERIOUSLY? O.O I don't think I've gone that long without posting since I got my LJ. Weird. I have been distracted with in-browser flash games, but still.

You guys, I have a notebook. It is filled with random notes about my dream house. Most of the stuff is completely foolish and ridiculous, like trap-doors and 18-foot trenches filled with canned peaches, but some of it is feasible.

Like a secret lab.

Hey, I used to think my mom had one. I was convinced of it, in fact. I was dead-sure that it was behind the storage room in our basement, but I could never, ever sort out how the hell to get in there.

Why yes, I was a strange and imaginative child.

Speaking of my mom, she's going down east for a week, because her cousin's getting married. I mentioned this, because she was looking for a dress, and I found one for her. You know what she said to me as we were ringing out?

"I'm so glad one of my kids is gay. Fashion sense, you know."

I was greatly amused and yes, she was teasing :P

This was also the same shopping excursion in which my younger brother and I spent an hour in the parking lot of Costco, bowling Gobstoppers candy at seagulls. It was hysterical, since we had to kind of sneak up on them to bowl the candies close enough for them to see them.

And then they couldn't figure out if they wanted to eat them or not, they kept picking them up and dropping them, then chasing them to pick them up again. Lulz were had.

We're so lame XD

Note: Planning trip to Calgary in August with Tia and above-mentioned brother. This trip? Solely to go to IKEA. Yes, that is the only reason we're making the two hour long drive. IKEA. Chad has never been.

Also, booking October 31 and March 15 off work. Red Wings vs Flames, I cannot miss them. Miiiiiight just book October 9 and February 11 off too. Depends on if I buy a Turco jersey or not >.> *taps fingers* If I wear my Holmstrom jersey and try to get Marty's autograph, do you think he'll get mad at me? XD Or will it just blow his mind? I want to try it and see! :D

And I admit to being incredibly confused at the thought of telling Native people to "go home".

Does. Not. Compute.