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Families are like fudge... mostly sweet with a few nuts. Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family. Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

TYJ for Smirnoff Ice

Always cheers me after a crummy car litnessing day.

Have two days and then Prom goes to meetings for a couple weeks. In the meantime there needs to be an update here.

My street cred is coming along nicely, still stuck with the Dirk moniker but at least it is an upgrade over Nash which is assigned to every new white guy on the court, now I know I am being accepted. I am even being greeted with the fancy handshake-slap-chestbump-jumdownturnaroundtouchtheground move. After the 5th time I got through the whole greeting without messing up and scratching someone (note to self: trim nails).

That reminds me, what is the deal with Patron? I mean I hear it glorified in song all the time but it tastes like bottled sweat and homeless guys drink it so it can't be that expensive. What makes it so "street"?

After my extensive search I found that I was about 16th to cut my hair, that puts me firmly in the bandwagon caboose. In my defense I never had any idea that short hair was the new long hair but I will take my shame well and next time go with something completely new, I am thinking Hok from Quest Crew has some fine ideas.

Jesus is doing miracles by the shipload, and more are still on the way. 

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

hahaha...hahhaha..hahaha...that was grand. And patron isn't cheap dude. It's not terribly expensive but it's not cheap...and it actually tastes pretty decent.

PS. I think we're due for one of our long discussions that happen every blue moon.

7:08 PM  

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