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The Story of My Life
Like a Rabbit Loves Its Hutch
The Creative Mind of Online Scammers (Part 3 of 2)
The Creative Mind of Online Scammers (Part 2 of 2)
The Creative Mind of Online Scammers (Part 1 of 2)
Impossible is Nothing
Twas once was lost, was once of cost
Traveling down the River of Life
The Challenge - Facts 51 to 100 of 100
The Challenge - Facts 1 to 50 of 100
She calls me from the cold
I am a free, retired vagabond
Two more down, I'm behind pace
The Child Inside
2009 over, 2010 onward
The Zoo of Hangzhou is...
You know your cholesterol's high...
The slaying of an eggplant
A new chapter in my life: homelessness?
How can she slap?
What Can Happen May Happen
Top 5 Bad Ass Guitar Solos of Youtube
My New (Online) Addiction
Irrefutable Proof that Dinosaurs Once Ruled the World
The Most Delicious Destination in the World
Let's Celebrate Celebrity Apprentice
Of Ninjas, Scientific Research, and Mammalian Vegetation
My 2nd Facebook App -- Perfect Match
Eh Ah Uh Oh Eh Ah Uh Oh Eh Ah Uh Oh
'08 - The Year to Get Rich or Die Tryin'
My 5 Most Anticipated Movies of '08
A Handy Helping Hand
Back in Time for the Holidays
Welcome to Egg City
Have you tried the Ultimate CN Soup?
The Impossible Defense
Escape of the Thundercat
Conspiracy, Death, & Interstellar Cohabitation
From CA to PA
Another Soul for Sale, Oh Well
My First Vid
kick the dawg
73th day of 2004
A week till spring break. I think time goes faster as it goes on, literally.
I've gotten hooked on the apprentice. It is the ultimate show.
The show brings back fond memories of my own apprenticeship, with Jack Blacksmith, back in the primeval days. Jack was a lazy bastard. Day in and day out, he would send me to the forest with a paper hatchet. Relying on the power of the paper cut, I had to gather fire wood and hunt game for the day's meals. I did this for over three years.
Then, one weary night, I came home and found Jack drunk. He looked up as I came in, and proceeded to yell gibberish at me, calling me foul names like "Ginkgo biloba breath." I felt the rage crawl up my spine, like an Egyptian spider ascending the pyramid of arthropodista. I've had enough.
In a sudden surge of adrenalin, I leaped over four mountains and sliced off Jack's face with my hatchet. "I quit!" I retorted, and left.
"You're fired..." he slurred back.
I never saw Jack again. Although, several years back, I did try to look him up. The locals all told different stories of his whereabouts. Some said he had retired into the forest, having lost his face, and changed into a bear. Others said he soldered an iron mask permanently onto his head and became a merchant of Venice. Whatever the case, I hope he knows that I will always miss him.
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