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Wise Words of Bill Maher
[Maher on Oscar Goodman]
Anyone elected mayor of a place called "Sin City" is allowed to be a drunk. Las Vegas mayor Oscar Goodman is taking flak for telling school children that he doesn't have a problem drinking because - quote - "I love to drink." And then adding that if he had to pick anything to be stranded with on a desert island, he would bring his favorite gin. Kids, personally, I would bring Eve, because you know that freak is packin' weed.
The High Mage


Chenman278
Age. 33
Gender. Male
Ethnicity. AZN
Location Basking Ridge, NJ
School. Princeton Univ
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Asians Own

29th day of the 4th 12th in the 5th year of the High Mage

There cannot be any doubt, within the communities of Caucasians, African Americans or Mexicans, that Asian could wipe out any population out with their brains, their numbers, and their pwnage at Halo 2. What can anyone dislike about an asian? We are smart; we are cool; we can pwn you.

Just today, I went back to Halo 2 just to "dip my foot in the water". I played a custom game of asians vs everyone else on Wizard. The competition was... no competition. To make it short, half the members left and the asians took a chaotic win. Besides the likes of Twomonger (a disgrace to the asian race), asians should be deemed most superior. Everyone who is not asian, should repent and beg for forgiveness. When more than half the population of the world resides in asia, you better be afraid... very very afraid

Asian Mage

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Down With the Sickness

27th day of the 4th 12th in the 5th year of the High Mage

Alas, my worst fears have come true: I am sick during spring break. And as if that weren't bad enough, the weather has been pretty horrible for the past few days. My only solace for now is World of Warcraft, which I have come to realize is probably extremely detrimental to my well-being. But, just like the Mary J that we smoke and the booze that we drink, it is impossible to completely come away from World of Warcraft. It is one of the accepted systems of life, just like the life cycle or the theory of plate tectonics. So, if you're wondering, I'm Shoemonger playing on the Stormreaver server.

The High Mage

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Construction of the Tower of the Mage

26th day of the 4th 12th in the 5th year of the High Mage

I was extremely bored and my friend helljumper made a pretty decent nutang design, so i decided to make one of my own... based upon my obsession.

So, let me begin by saying that the mage is one of the noblest classes in all of Azeroth. The mage is the intellectual genius of any hunting party and is prudent in all aspects of combat. Also, his ability to harness the powers of magic within his very fingertips will awe any simple warrior or hunter. Although the mage is not physically strong, he is strong of mind and strong of soul. Make no mistake, you do not want to cross an angered mage. He will unleash the wrath of frost, first, and arcane magic with a fury that is unequaled by any other in Azeroth.

Thus, I welcome you to the finaly completion of the Tower of the Mage, where any mage may seek sanctuary.

High Mage

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Real Time: Drugs and Porn In Our Nation's Captial
Monday. 4.4.05 2:33 pm

Drugs and Porn In Our Nation's Captial

On Thursday our school is taking the annual trip to Washington D.C. so kids like us can be exposed to sex and drugs in the capital. No, sadly that isn't true, but it's close too it. This year, there is "hightened security" during our visit to D.C. not because Bin Laden is threatening to crash a plane into a bunch of eighth graders, nah, that would be a waste of a plane... and an arab. Instead, we get our bags checked and hotel doors ductaped because a bunch of crackheads got caught... in middle school. And thats not all thats going around in school these days.

I mean, doesn't anyone wonder why 13, 14-year olds have drugs and almost get laid? And I thought I lived in suburbia, the safe, sheltered outback of America. All of this is quashed by a recent incident that happened just before Good Friday. Apparently 6 kids were caught buying/selling/taking marijuana in my school. Personally, I think it is rediculous to even think about taking something this illegal into school, but of course, not many people share my opinion. Such events as these have effect our whole community, not just the 6 kids involved.

Take the D.C. trip for example: Because of the recent marijuana bust, we now must have our bags checked. What the fuck has my school turned into, JFK ariport? I guess I could understand doing random bag checks, but this is a waste of time and we suffer because of the actions of a few crackheads! Has it ever occured to us sensible people that the few dumbasses ruin it for everyone?

On a lighter note, our school has the worst excuse of euphemisms ever created. During an orientation about our trip, one of the teachers said that any digital "video" and he specifically said video, was not allowed on the trip. Is it just me, or does that scream PORN? Apparently, the administration doesn't think we are mature enough to know what we are doing, even when we're doing it. Damn the authoritative system, damn the school.

Chenman

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Real Time: CTY
Monday. 3.21.05 2:49 pm
For CTY, I'm going to Carlisle PA Session 1 and taking World Politics. Anyone going to that?

Chenman

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Primetime Special: When Good Vacations Go Bad
Wednesday. 3.2.05 6:33 pm
Usually, when someone hears the words Cancun, Mexico, they dance around with glee and use the most absurd adjectives to describe their love for this tourist super magnet. Hey, what the hell, I'm your average Joe; I did the same. Cancun would be "utterly stupendous" and "Unfreakingbelievable!"

However, things didn't go quite as planned. Firstly, my parents were planning this little getaway. Obviously, you haven't lived with my parents before (Trust me, you don't want to). I had no idea what those money saving SOBs would do, so I wasn't expecting much.

Monday, T minus 216 min till disaster:

I slowly force my heavy eyelids open to read 2:45 AM (Vacation Rule 1: Travel early, it's cheap and fast!). Normally, I would shudder to think of even turning around in bed that early, but this was Cancun! I would do anything to get away from this cold bitch of NJ. I look out my window and is if mother nature was giving me the finger, there was a thick blanket of snow covering the ground. What the hell is up with this? The only day that we leave for a warmer destination, a lump of snow is dropped on Basking Ridge. Shaking my head silently, I knew that I wouldn't let a few inches of powder stop me from relaxing on the beach, no way.

Monday, H Hour

The snails pace journey to the airport seemed never to end as we floored it to Newark International (going about 20 mph). But forever is never as long as it seems. We arrive at Newark International on time and are delighted to find that the check-in counter is free of lines (This is why you travel early). Handling the technicalities were a breeze and we were at the gate before I could even fully wake up. Unfortunately, that was where the good luck ended and the "gaycation" began.

Flight delayed

More delaying

Hey it's moving... wait, it's just going somewhere else to get delayed some more

About three hours later, we finally get de-iced and take off.

Tuesday, the gaycation continues: The Tour from Hell 1

Violating any remaining laws of a relaxing vacation, I am coerced into getting up at 7:20 AM and forced on a tour bus (Vacation Rule 2: Fuck the Tours). The goldenrod bus sports a cheesy vacation catch phrase with curved lines failing miserably to make it any more enticing. The bus drops us off at a pier and we head over to Isla Mujeres, the Island of the Women! Yes, the island of the women. When we arrived, I half expected to see naked women walking the beaches as if the were zebras roaming the African Sahel. Much to my disappointment (and I'm sure all of the men around the world's) there would be no such thing. The island itself was somewhat enjoyable. We stayed near the beach and received free drinks, including some spiked watermelon smoothies.

Later on we head to another part of the island to shop. Yay shopping! I sure was ready to whip out my fantastic plastic and swipe it till it caught fire, but my parents weren't. Instead of shopping, we sat on the pier, doing absolutely nothing. Yea, no sarcasm there. Gay

Wendnesday, Tour from Hell 2:

Xcaret, it's such a seductive name. The X makes it sound so eXotic and the brochures look amazing. Like many people visiting Cancun, we were seduced by Xcaret (Vacation Rule 3: Never go somewhere that has an X in its name). The first activity was... swimming in a river of urine! The "underground" river was supposedly a mixture of fresh and salt water, but I have a funny feeling it was just fresh with a crapload of pee. Next, we walked around and... did nothing. Apparently the only attraction included in the gate fee was the Urine River. Sure, we could swim with dolphins, or go scuba diving, but those things cost money!

The later part of the day was spent watching a Mexican/Mayan heritage presentation. Being in Mexico and all, I do have respect for the Mexicans and any other culture for that matter, but I was already distracted by the idea of going to the "Salida" (Look it up) to really care about Mexican heritage. I just wanted to go back to the hotel room and rest goddammit! Gay squared

Thursday, Tour From Hell 0371202397452075023948157096

This was by far the worst day of my short existence. I mean, who in hell would find climbing a steep-ass pyramid that might topple any second appealing? Hey, my parents would! Chitchen Itza it's called (Or how ever you spell it), but i prefer to call it... "The dominate pit of hell where all gayness and all things stupid, boring, and lifeless gathers to annoy the fuck out of some oblivious tourist." The tour bus ride is hell itself. We spent a whopping 6 hours going there and back (more time than we actually spent looking at the pyramids). But the bus was actually air conditioned. Chitchen Itza was basically a barren dirt field dotted with crumbling rocks arranged in a particular manner. I could see a friggin miniture model of that in my backyard (If I had a backyard), I don't want to waste thousands of dollars to fly down to Cancun to see it enlarged! Adding to the ever growing pyramid of gayness is my three year old brother who whines every other minute, complaining about being tired, thirsty, hungry, or being put in this southern hell. Gay to the third

Friday, Leaving Hell, hope you had a wonderful time!

All in all, this vacation has put more stress on me than studying for the SATs, the GEPAs, and the Bar Exam combined. Let this be warning to all who seek the Mexican paradise.

Chenman

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