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Wednesday, January 28, 2004

Date:
Tue Jan 27 19:24:49 2004

IP Address:
1167host36.starwoodbroadband.com / 12.162.159.36

Requested Page:
http://fathead.blogspot.com/

Sent From Site:
http://search.yahoo.com/search?p=%2Bchristini %2Bricci %2Bnude&ei=UTF-8&fr=fp-tab-web-t&cop=mss&tab

...you dirty bastard...

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When I woke up this morning it was 1 degree out. With the windchill it was -13 degrees. What I want to know is who are the idiot settlers that were travelling across the country and stopped in Illinois.



Saturday, January 17, 2004

There is no "I" in TEAM!

There is no "ME" in TEAM!

...unless you're dyslexic.

then we don't want you on our team anyway.

Friday, January 16, 2004

DEATH TO WORDS.

CHARLIE DON'T READ.

Sunday, January 11, 2004

BEST FOOTBALL GAME EVER

[there was a bunch of pictures here but for some reason they stopped loading. so instead of finding out why they stopped loading i just deleted the links because i am super cool and super lazy like that. i left the captions to the pictures though so you could all just look at what might have been there since you didn't see it when it was there and now it's not there anymore. oh yes, feel the sting of jealousy]


Philadelphia Eagles 20 - Green Bay Packers 17

Duce Staley touchdown

Todd Pinkston Touchdown

4th and 26 Freddie Mitchell's First Down.

Brian Dawkins Interception

David Akers for the win

word

stills

tiny whispers break on the shoals of my self confidence.

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clouds of fog roll off the marshes and settle on the dunes with a cloying fetid stink. billowing no more, slowed in it’s escape toward the ocean, the fog wreathes the dunes in a damp embrace. too close and too much and too warm. it deadens the sound of the gulls, sleepless, as they scavenge mercilessly at the breakline on the tiny creatures upturned by an uncaring ocean.



Saturday, January 10, 2004

sharon leal



i saw an episode of boston public tonight, (i've only seen the show three times) and at the time i saw the show i thought that sharon leal looked like a better looking, black version of christini ricci.

here is an actual picture of christini ricci.



you'll notice from the picture of the real christini ricci that they don't actually look that similiar. they probably would look similiar to a blind man, who'd actually never seen either of them with his own eyes and just rubbed his hands over their faces. in which case he wouldn't actually "see" them but....you get the picture. (never doubt the power of braille)

you'll also notice that the second picture is large, annoyingly large. in fact the only thing more annoying then the size of the picture is the disturbing amount of websites devoted to "NUDE PICTURES OF CHRISTINI RICCI" or the fact that you can buy "CHRISTINA RICCI 10x8 PHOTO HARD NIPPLES " pictures on ebay. what can i say, the world is full of sick disturbing bastards.

so to save my eyes the abuse of trying to search for a smaller picture of christini ricci i just decided to use this one.

by the way i know christmas has passed but if you still want to get me a gift then click me

ps. i, on a daily basis, make numerous typographical, grammatical and spelling errors on this page (reference: any post). so if you see one and you think, 'wow this guy is stupid' i'd like to pre-rebut and say "EAT ME".

happy 2004.

and as a going away present remember, pocahontas loved john smith and you should too.



Wednesday, January 07, 2004

i've been away for two and a half weeks although it's almost impossible to tell since i so rarely update this digital masterpiece of prose and wittlessness.

a brief, ever so, recap
i saw friends (not enough of them or enough times), family (extended, fantastic people, but i only see them four or five times a year although i definitely enjoy hanging with them), family (immediate, my brother, his wife and my two nephews, this was the co-highlight of my trip), and my girlfriend, (the other co-highlight).

i haven't slept for the past twenty four hours so i think i'll knock off.

until next month.

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