After my longest hiatus ever, I have got enough new stuff that at least everyone will enjoy some part of this.  Good to be back.  Let’s see today I started my new work out routine as the whole crunch thing didn’t work out, so the new plan is to go for a run daily sorta like Padré Ted does.  Might even throw in some free weights to boot. Oh yeah I decided to stop drinking during the week.  I feel fantastic after my first run today, I think it was somewhere over a mile.  My whole body hurts though, but I can feel the muscle just packing on.  So get this….apparently the bartender over at Murphy’s likes us as he gave our group around 50 free shots Saturday night plus free pool and what not.  Good place to go for a Wednesday night, however it is rather “chill” so if your looking to really party don’t go there on the weekend.  Next up we went bowling, the Fucking Dude abides, on Sunday night.  Not bad but we found out that on Thursday night it’s 6$ all you can bowl 10-1 with dollar pints.  To top it off, there is also dollar pints on Sunday night and I don’t have classes on Monday, sweet.  I would like to speak on the actual bowling, I dominated.  I have only found 2 sports in my life that I do not excel at, pool and darts.  Then we headed up to Chips, another pretty cool bar, but some dipshit wanted to hit the BAMF for no reason, but he knew better.  Let’s digress back to Friday night, we had our first keg party, sort of but it counts, the whole thing turned into a mini-block party between the three neighbors in the ally, pretty sweet.  Let me talk about class now, holy shit the fratness is absolutely out of control this year.  I would say the frats make up 70% of all students; hold on GDI’s around campus half these frat fucks will fail out at semester.  To boot I would be willing to bet that close to 80% of all the girls on campus are sorositutes.  Overall the new crop looks good though, plenty of rain this summer.  Found a pretty cool band here recently, an older band but better late than never, anyways it’s the Black Crowes.  Top it off with the lead singer was the guy married to hottie Kate Hudson from all the good chick flicks including How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days.  Tech rolled SMEW 49-9, with TEP coming up this weekend at Da Jones.  Should be a great alcohol induced riot.  Also TayTay’s dog is gone for good and to top it off he’s in a Cuba Diving class.  Well I guess it’s time to cut this thing short time to hit the hay or jam out and eat.  Eloc out.

So I’m bored, and I should be studying but I need to take a break, plus you know you love my thoughts.  So today I did nothing, I know I never not do something.  Tomorrow I have my last test of the summer, yes yes y-e-s.  I think all next week is open for me so I am open to do anything, anything.  So in recent developments, I have received my BAMF badge, literally.  It’s so kick ass.  So going back to when I got stopped for driving to fast, I had to take a field sobering test.  It is a field sobering test because no matter how fucked(1) up you are, as soon as the cop has you on the side of the road with a flash light in your eye and your having to fallow his finger to god knows where, you come back to life real quick.  The only problem with this is these test are made for you to fail.  I’ve taken 2 sober and failed both times.  It’s fucking(2) unAmerican.  Which I think is wrong, and you should too because this is infringing on our civil rights.  Besides just because my eyes twitchs does not mean I cannot function a car.  Some people can drink more than others without being all over the road.  Don’t get me wrong, you shouldn’t drink and drive, always drink then drive because you might spill your beer.  I’m getting off topic, ummmm beer.  But really I know for a fact that I can be three sheets to the wind and drive better than half the retards in this town, half being fratties (absolutely horrible at holding there liquor).  Maybe being a BAMF makes me have an elevated perception of myself, it’s not being conceded because I’m not.  They should also make it a law that women cannot drive after drinking.  I know that from experience that when women drive drunk it scares the shit out of me, that’s why I always get as hammered as possible before riding with an intoxicated woman.  I also think that you should be able to get a designated drunk driver license, because this would cut down on alcohol related accidences.  See if you only let good drunk drivers on the road after drinking, everyone would be safer.  Well I think I have blown any chance I had at politics and wining a public office, once this is published on the net.  In other news, I got my first offer to make money on the Townie, an offer from a porn site.  So maybe I will try to do a townie calendar after all.  Hell I could even start a porn site featuring Townies in action, maybe like Ron Jeremy.  Money!!!  Yea my public office chances are gone now.  The countdown is on to Stoney on Wednesday, so if you’re in the Hub City next Wed. head to Wild West, there will be so much BAMFness in one building that Lubbock might blow up.  Well it’s time to study or go to bed, maybe the lighter, Eloc out.

Caution, proceed with caution before reading this.  I have reached the pinnacle of badassness or BAMFness.  Yes I, Colé, have reached Chuck Norris BAMF status.  So get this, (holding for applause), apparently once you are able to talk your way out of a speeding ticket you have become a god.  That’s me.  So on my way home from the city not by the sea, I approached a highway (koopa) trooper I heard sirens wailing and a flashing light, the fuzz got me.  So the said fuzz man comes and ask for license and registration, the normal bullshit.  He then comes back to my vehicle after a trip to his ride and says damn I did not know I was stopping Colé.  I said that is inexcusable, for I am a local god and legend in this neck of the woods (redneck phrase).  He told me sorry and to be on my way, and asked if I needed a police escort back to Townie Ville.  I said I should be fine as I threw rocks in his face.  So this is how it really went down.  The copper pulls me out of the vehicle and slams me up against the truck and asks me if I have ever been arrested, no I said unfortunately.  So anyways he asks me if I had been drinking and I said not I.  He then proceeded to insist that I had been so he gave me a breathalyzer test, which I almost guarantee you I failed.  As a side note, I wasn’t drinking.  He said I was shaking, to which I thought to myself, If you had 1000000 candle power light being flashed in you eyes wouldn’t your eyes be red and wouldn’t you start shaking?  In fact the reason I probably was shaking is because I needed a beer.  Asshole, however he redeemed himself by giving me a warning.  Onto our (BDC’s) favorite time of year, fantasy football.  Pathetic.  That would also describe the San Angelo Ceiler Dwellers team.  You see I was out being productive (Golfing) while the draft took place.  I got home in time to take my final 4 picks.  Oh well I still should be better than the San Diego Padré Teds and the Hereford Flip-a-Lips (Flip-a-Lids).  In other news, if you haven’t checked out my Townies in Action photo album on facebook you should, I just updated it with the best townie picture to date.  It’s the last week of summer school and then it’s two weeks of solid drinking, yes yes y-e-s.  I’m a riot, your a fucking(1) riot.  Until I find time to talk again, which shouldn’t be to long, Eloc out.

FF: San Diego, meaning a whale’s vagina.

TFOD: Get a haircut and a job.

I’m excited, your excited, this is exciting!  De-scribles my day, although not really.  What’s so exciting about 10 in the morning?  So on the way to The University of Texas Tech (TTU) I became once more infuriated at the locals that drive in this city.  Most mornings it doesn’t bother me as I usually just pass by them in a blur and cuss them.  But when this isn’t possible my nerves run a little thin.  Have you ever had one of those mornings when you hit every fucking(1) red light?  That was this morning which is probably another reason why the locals got to me so bad.  I mean the light at 19th and Iola has to be the longest red, shortest green light in the whole city.  Then when it is green and the protected arrow goes away, instead of the regular light turning green it stays red and you have to wait another 10 minutes when there is no oncoming traffic.  Shit I’m hungry, BRB.  So then I start walking to class and I have what I would call a blonde moment, well I am sort blonde headed so maybe that could be a reason for this moment but for some reason, apparently I can’t walk without tripping over my own feet.  Fucking(2) pathetic.  Yea I busted out an old pair of reefers and get this….apparently the sole is coming off of them and it was causing me all sorts of hell.  As I was walking back to my truck (not car) I walked by this douchebag that was in my and Ry-I’s Theatre (with the r before the e) and noticed that he had a hell of a receding hairline.  I’m so thankful that I don’t have this because you are restricted as to what you can do with you hair (nothing) and as we know long hair is cool, you know it is.  Let’s just say it’s BAMFy.  So as I was listen to the music of Texas, I began to realize how many cool names there are in the Texas Scene and decided to make a cool names super group, here’s what I got so far: Drums- Les Lawless (RRB) Bass Guitar- Stormy Cooper (Roger Creager) Lead Vocals, Rhythm Guitar-Stoney LaRue (Stoney LaRue and the Arsenal).  I just need a fiddle and lead guitar to round out the group.  Well I am empty on useless knowledge so, Eloc out.  Oh yea the numbers in parentheses were for me to count the number of times I said fuck(3) in this post.  It’s below average.

FF: Colé’s ceral of chose is Lucky Charms.

Fratastic Meter: 8/10 Tay Tay is home and is starting to frat it up.

Song of the Day: Rambling Fever – The Hag

TFOD: Sleeveless Under Armor is considered casual dress yearlong.

So I just logged onto AIM for the first time in like 6 months, and I really question why someone would use AIM.  I mean I have like over 100 buddies on two accounts and not one do I talk to.  It’s been that way since I’ve had it, which was back in 7th grade, before the days of cell phones where you actually did use it to talk to friends.  Now if I wanna talk to anybody, I just text, call, or facebook them because some people leave AIM up 24/7.  I guess this was the predecessor to text messaging except the person had to be at the computer.  So I think I’m gonna leave it up for the rest of the day and see if I get any messages, highly unlikely.  The one good thing that came from AIM was the compulsive away message checking, much like facebook checking, semi-stalkerish.  The one thing I remember hating about AIM was the dreaded redneck convos between my dad and his brother every Sunday morning while they were checking there fantasy teams, this grew to almost a daily routine, all made possible by the Talk feature of the newest AIM.  And that was not only the bad thing, bare in mind their voices rang throughout the house, but also the fact that every time it stopped working I was suppose to know how to fix it, which I didn’t.  Finally they released a version that there Talk feature wouldn’t work and it was over.  So what do the padres do, move to Seymour so they can continue there useless chat chitting (Yea I flipped that shit over, there only words they do not contain us.).  You want the good thing about AIM, wait……hold on…..breathe….and release, talking shit via the internet.  It didn’t matter how big you were, over the net with your witty remarks you were a BAMF.  Hell we even had people believing in the 8th grade that this retarded kid went to my Jr High School was gonna kick every bodies ass, and no one could forget the BillyGoat.  Oh what badasses we were.  So I have my second Acc. test of the summer tomorrow and I think I am going to do well on it, not knock the bottom out of it, but well.  Review session today at 3:30, so maybe I can get my studying done early tonight, I’m ready for the weekend and this is all that stands in the way, that and work, but work is a breeze.  Speaking of, on Monday I won my 4th or 5th EOD.  I’m really knocking this job out, it’s been almost a month and I’ve already got like 5 self appointed EODs.  I also get the whole weekend off so that’s kick ass.  So yesterday me and Marsh Marsh went to the Wall, and low and behold Marsh Marsh wants to go look at Transformers, fucking stab me, god that’s the last thing I want to look at, toys.  Oh and we also saw Brent’s ex-lady friend and her Andre the Giant friend which we narrowly avoided visual contact with.  Well I better get ready to leave so have a townieriffic day, Eloc out(patent pending).

FF: Eloc wakes up at 7 a.m., showers for 10 minutes, gets looking sexy for the next 10 minutes, and then leaves to go start his day.

TFOD: Ditka is god.

I’m just wondering, are you still here?  As I continue my trucking through summer, I can slowly see it fading to fall.  Which is good because football, MLB playoffs, college football, and fantasy football.  As I was hoping not to have to discuss fantasy football for the next month or so since training camp doesn’t start for the next two weeks.  But, I took a look at our (BDC) league and noticed that Mike once again pulled the sheets over Padré Ted’s eyes.  You see Padré has the first pick via the worst record last year, and he has decided, or was convinced I haven’t figured out yet, to trade (his) the 1st overall pick (LT) and his 2nd round (12th) for 3 picks, a 1st, 2nd, and 4th round pick.  This is absolutely  retarded, I mean I get shit all the time about being the retarded one, but I would bet my wonderlic test score is higher than Ted’s at this point.  Not to mention I can drive a forklift, but that’s neither here nor there.  I am to the point that we (the world) are filled with idiots that have no rational thoughts.  I mean the first pick and his 2nd round pick for a net gain of 1 draft chose (a 4^th round pick at that), mind bottling!?!  There is good news though, I just made a fantastic steak and saved a bunch of money on my car insurance.  In other fantasy news The New Orleans Katrina’s are in the middle of the pack in one of my fantasy baseball leagues and The BDC is moving up the leader board in another league after a slow start.  So I recently decided that instead of mastering the air guitar, I would actually try to learn how to play a real guitar, I know breathe in breathe out.  So I have already in a day and half learned how to tune the six string and also learned the G,C,D, and Em chords.  I have also found my first song I’m gonna learn, Kiss Me In the Dark, containing thoughs chords.  I originally was gonna learn Brown Eyed Girl, but I want to know country.  However, I have already broken 2 strings, 1 over tying and 1 replacing the broken one.  Net gain, -2.  I really think I should get pretty badass at this.  I just hope to be able to play Stoney’s library.  This only furthers my BAMF status. If accounting was as easy to learn as guitar I would be set.  In other news, I was Marsh Marsh’s whore today, running his ass around everywhere because his truck didn’t work.  Also, I was promised some beer at the bar so I will take that as a net gain.  The roomie is back on the 1st, might kinda be kinda nice to have back because I’m scared to stay by myself.  It did rain today, and no my hair did not get wet, which I was happy.  Oh I also got around to reading the new Harry Potter book; yea I know I said I wouldn’t so here’s what I did.  I went to the Wall, and picked up the Twatter, and opened it up to the last page and read the last paragraph, much like I read all my books in high school.  And to my disappointment, Harry lived.  In all good tales the good guy dies in the end, except Chuck Norris in Walker Texas Ranger.  Well I think it’s time to go look at some naked chicks so have a happy day tomorrow and a shitty night tonight, Eloc out.

FF: Medium well is the way Colé likes his steaks cooked.

TFOD: A 1st and 2nd round pick for another lower 1st and 2nd and 4th pick is a good even trade.

Ok kiddies it’s blogging time after a brief hiatus.  Well it seems over the last few weeks I have been slacking, maybe that is because summer is finally becoming fun.  I have found a new love, Super Tennis for SNES.  It’s always the classics that are the best games.  I can’t imagine playing any of my ps2 games 10 years from now, there is little substance to them, and they are only moderately fun.  Maybe that’s because they are all sports games, and once they get a year older and a new edition comes out they are pretty much put in the cabinet never to see the light of day again.  I recently played the new NCAA football for XBox 360, and I was disappointed at best.  It is the same game as 06 and that game is well 2 years old.  Madden is by far the superior football game right now until EA loses the license to be the only pro football game maker.  ESPN was badass btw.  So Saturday I went out to the links to play a little golf, partly inspired by the Open Championship, I played pretty well, in fact I drove the number 2 green at Meadowbrook Canyon course and I also was on in 2 at the par 5 8th.  However the rain came down and flooded the course on the back nine.  And you know how I hate getting wet.  So Friday me and the renegade blogger drank the night away, which was this weekend’s theme in general.  Then on Saturday night we (the two bloggers and Brent) got stupid drunk or some people would say hammy-red.  Knocked out 4 bottles of liquor.  So as I expected as soon as I started summer school, the good partying begins.  Also I have already decided on my white trash party costume, Overall jorts.  It’s gonna be fantastical.  I love Entourage btw, Arie is humorous.  I also just learned that the new Ragweed disc drops on the 2nd of Octobré.  That’s encouraging; I’m wearing out all the old stuff and bootlegs.   The Townie mileage meter is about to roll over to 3500 views, not bad but I should be around 3600-3700 by now.  The townie on wordpress is picking up steam also getting around 20-25 views daily.  Oh the good ole days are coming back.  For those of you that do not know, the Ryi comes to LBK this weekend, it’s gonna be like the Beatles invading America.  I’ll try to get another one up mid week, Eloc out.

FF: The camera will now be carried around daily to catch the Townies in action.

Song of the Day: Circles – No Justice

Funny word of the Day: Pregret  Ex. Some people might pregret the nights activities, but some people will gladly be that mistake.

Quote of the Day: “Oh, not me.”(Insert a shrug) – Lots of people

TFOD: Your a closet townie.

Ok, so I’m gonna have to get a quickie in because I gotta be at work at 4, but I haven’t preached in the last few days.  So I have now decided that at whenever possible I will now take Loop 289 everywhere, shall I say loopin’ it, a few of you know what I’m talking about.  This is not because I like driving out of the way of things, or because I find it particularly entertaining to drive around on the loop because I don’t, but because of the god awful drivers that inhabits Lubbock.  These fucking Townie drivers have to be the world’s worst drivers of any town.  I always thought Sangalo drivers were bad, which they are especially on Knickerbocker and Sherwood Speedway, but even the Sangalo townies are better drivers than the LBK townies.  So in other news my yard now looks like a CRP, for those of you not knowing what a CRP is, it is a government project that pays farmers and ranchers to grow grasslands on there properties, cool right to get paid to do nothing.  Speaking of getting paid, I get paid today, might only be 20 bucks but what ever the hell, that’s one night at the bar.  Speaking of bar, the BDC did some ravaging on the town Thur-Sun.  Thursday night we, Brent, Marsh Marsh, and yours truly went to Daiquiri Lounge and saw the Kinky Wizards or as I call them the Kinky Lizards.  The lead singer is trying his hardest to be as BAMFy as me, however he is just a few notches below, it’s ok everyone is.  Then on Saturday night me and all three of the XC boys hit the DL up again to see the Wizards again.  It was 2 dollar doubles and we proceeded to get lit out of our mind, it was mindbottling.  The Wizards may be trying to replace BM&SRB as my favorite LBK band.  Go see them; they play on Saturday at DL in a few weeks.  BM&SRB are at Icehouse Tuesday, but I can’t go because of a test on Wednesday, so I will try to catch them on Wednesday @ Ruby’s.  So then onto Sunday as kind of weekend cap-off, we decided to go bar hopping, a drinking Sunday, my 2nd fav. behind Drinking Thursday.  First we hit Ruby’s because the XC boys minus Jay hadn’t been there, then it was off to Mesquites to have some 1.75 schooners, btw they are not real schooners, just in the shape of a schooner, and to sit up on the porch/balcony.  We get up to the balcony and have plastic party cups and sat down.  Me first then Marsh Marsh and then Brent was to be the order.  However, as Marsh squared sat down, he put his cup of frosty refreshment on the crack of the table and it immediately spilled all over him, in the crotch region.  It didn’t look like he just dribbled on himself; it looked like a racehorse pissed on him.  So we chugged our beers, Brent and me and headed back to the XC.  After a quick shower and change (we watched), it was back to the bar, this time Buffalo Wildwings.  Now I know this isn’t really a bar but it did serve alcohol and actually had people in the place so we called it a night here.  Knocked out 3 buckets and listened to some of the worst karaoke.  Finally got home around 12:30, sorta resembled my typical night and next morning from the Spring Semester.  In other words, besides having to wake up at 7a.m. it was fantastic.  So to recap, Thur-Sun was a blur, won employee of the day(EOD) Friday and Saturday, found the Kinky Wizards, did some laundry, got my truck back, and got to see a BDC member that is gone for good from the LBK.  Things to do this week include knocking the bottom out of my first Acc. test, BM&SRB on Wed., and having the weekend off.  Happy trails, Eloc out.

FF: I am one of only two BAMFs in the BA, figure out who the second one is.

TFOD: Ted keeps making cameos all over Lubbock, last Friday we made a cameo in the back up TRU.

Super sweet, I have a lot of things I’m burning on (ala Jime Rome). First off I, Jayson, Mike, Andy, and T-Wood went to see a cinematic adventure last night (License to Wed), a chick flick or as Jayson called it a romantic comedy. I will call it a chick flick because hottie Mandy Moore is in it. So as we arrive at the theatré we see a huge line outside, and at first I think nothing of this. When we go in to purchase tickets (e-tronically) we notice what looks to be a mass of sweating, stinking, magic card playing maniacs. It could only be Harry Potter (Twatter) fans, as you guessed it; it was the midnight release of this summer’s most anticipated movie. I have never seen one of the Harry Trilogy so I am going on pure speculation that this movie was intended for the younger crowd (teens) as it is about witchery and such. Any who I was surprised to see as many old people (college/townies) waiting in line as anyone. And here’s what I don’t understand, going to midnight release especially this one is crazy. First off I have reports of 6 hour waiting in line. Second, the movie is 2 and 1/2 hours long, with the first showing starting at 12a.m. and the latest at 12:20a.m., that puts you out of the theatré at somewhere around 3a.m. Don’t you crazy people have some place to be the next morning? Third, why not just wait till the next day, there are plenty of times showing and trust me half the screens are playing only this movie.

Plus there are 2 theatrés in town. Now I was really surprised to not have seen anyone dressed up as Harry as some people tend to do that when there favorite movies come out (Jayson you know what I’m talking about). Now back to my movie. So we are getting our tickets when the newest frat fad just happens to show up. Quilted shorts, I’m not talking plaid quilted but what your 75 year old grandma quilts. Absolutely breath taking were these shorts, I was practically on the floor laughing. I wish I would have had my camera on me as words do not describe this choice in dress. So we (I and Jayson) missed our customary dinner before the movie so I decided to splurge and buy a 3.50 popcorn with butter. However, I did not want just want butter I wanted layered butter. And you guessed it, I made her redo the butter job and layer my popcorn treat. My mouth waters just thinking about it. So anyways the cinematic adventure was good, I nearly cried. As we left I took this shot of the Potter Mania. So anyway I get up this morning and go to class (7:40) and then proceed to come home after a few errands and business trips. I get out to the steaming of my vehicle, particularly under the hood. So I being as resourceful as I am decide to crawl under the RV and see what is going on. I find what I think to be dripping oil right where the engine and tranny connect. So after a furious talk with the parents I take the RV up to Shamrock Chevy and get her looked at. First time since circa Nov. 2006 and we know what happened then, The Moble Clubhouse. For those of you not fortunate enough to ride in it, it was a Kia Minivan. Hey I’m alright with driving a Mini-Van because I am comfortable with my BAMFyness. So J-Rod takes me to rent a car, my wish a Mini-Van, however they were out by 7:30 this morning so I settled on a Chevy Cobalt. Sweet ass my friend. So me and the Rod go to the Depot (Home) and pick up so hardware for my bar in the garage. I come home to 6 missed calls (a high for me). Call the padrés and get the news that I need a new Tranny because the old one has a crack in the case. The cost: $2700, that’s right $2700 bucks and no lube. Also, the mechanic said that I was lucky that my truck did not catch on fire because of the leaking tranny fluid; great I could have been killed for the last month or so. However, I have always wanted to go down in flames. So here is what I accomplished today or yesterday depending on what day you read this: Good: Saw a cinematic adventure, Put up a t.v. in the garage w/ cable (1 of 2), went to class, did homework, cashed my paycheck. Bad:$2700 truck bill, rented a car, didn’t mow the grass, figured out my work schedule, and have one class left this week. I’m sure I missed something so I will leave it at that, Eloc out.

FF: The Dane train is in another movie come!!!

Fratastic Meter: 9.2/10 Fratties at school, fratties at the theatré, fratties everywhere I look. I think the name of my new song I’m writing is Fratties Everywhere. It will be on the streets by the start of the Fall semester.

Song of the Day: Red Dress – No Justice

Funny word of the Day: Va-JayJay Ex. This one is self explainitory.

Quote of the Day: “Look at that guy’s pants, they look like they were quilted.” – Jayson

TFOD: Ted makes a cameo in License to Wed as the forklift driver.

Hey townies I’m back and back with a vengeance.  So I was gone for awhile, but for good reason, collecting data, let’s call it a business trip.  As some of you know I went to the town not by the sea (Seymour, 160 miles East of Lubbock on the way to the Village), to compete in a golf tournament, a gentlemen’s sport.  However, when you mix townies, beer, and golf bad things tend to happen.  Lots of F-bombs (nothing new here) and screaming at other “gentlemen” (townies) w/ 3 kegs of beer lead to bad things happening. So here’s the story, of man named Brady, not really I just added that for glam points.  Ok so onto the story (ala Tom Green in Roadtrip voice), we (Me, Dad, and my Uncle {a townie}) are on the number nine green putting with another group of townies, these were Albany townies.  Albany is a small townie outside of the big Sea, any who some Seymour townies from down the fairway.  By the way, why do they call it the fairway in golf because they don’t call the rough the foul way?  Just wondering, get back to me on that.  I digress, so these Seymour townies whistle once at the Albany boys, he proceeds to putt.  Then when the next person out of the Albany boys starts to putt another whistle comes from down the fairway, followed by a hurry up; this is a tournament.  Oh and this time the Albany man, of small stature, goes ape shit, literary, follow the story.  He hops in his golf cart all ready having to many hops and proceeds to go down there and “talk” to the Seymour Whistling Townies.  He damn near runs over one of his partners on his furious pursuit to go out there.  From back at the green I (Colé) knows from college how these “talks” always end up……..that’s right a full out brawl ensues.  At this point I’m in my uncle’s cart going nuts urgening them to let them go, from a safe distance away.  I see a few people hit the ground, caps fly, choke holds ensue, and just your typical brawl type things happening.  I am like for 70 bucks this is well worth it, who doesn’t like to see 40 year old grown men get in a scuffle from time to time.  Anyways the Albany boy was out numbered and came up a little bloody, nothing serious.  Dumbass went down there by himself trying to be a hardass, with no backup.  Had I went down there, some bodies would have been leaving the golf course (GC) on some stretchers.  You damn right, no one wanted a piece of this BAMF.  After the brawl, my team, mostly me went on a 3 birdies in a row stretch or as I call it a turkey.  Any who we came in 4th shooting a 71-67=138 for the tournament.  Not my best work but it was like 1 on 3 on Saturday.  In other townie news, in the Sea town, me and the rival blogger Jayson went to Sonic (in Seymour) and spotted a townie sighting.I guess he got too hungry to paint the back.  TOWNIE!!!!!!..[if gte vml 1]> ..[endif]–>..[if !vml]–>..[endif]–>

So summer school starts tomorrow so there should be some new shit to report on.  Speaking of, back a week or so ago a woman at TRU (Toys R’ Us) tried riding a shooter in the store and busted ass.  Yes that’s the first hurtful thing I have seen happen in the store besides little kids not knowing how to ride bikes, which I must say is mildly entertaining.  Also, last Tuesday I got called into the manager’s office (a storage closet that houses the computers) and was asked whether I had been talking bad about a manager (insubordination).  I answered yes and said quote on quote, “That manager tried to pull a real dick move by making me clean the bathrooms (which I didn’t).”  And then went on to say that I somehow refused to attempt to sell $30 worth of batteries, which I also found to be a lot fucking ridiculous.  Thirty fucking dollars in batteries, this isn’t a sex store so I don’t know how that’s possible.  Maybe sell a Power wheel’s battery, since you know everyone buys those everyday.  Fucking bullshit is what I call that.  I was really in the wrong I guess; hopefully I can keep my job.  Watched the derby tonight, Valdy won, who I must say is one ugliest people in MLB.  Currently some Yankee show is on ESPN, looks pretty cool but what I’m waiting for is the celebrity softball game.  I got nothing left that I can think of, maybe except Seymour might almost be as townie as the LBK.  Also summer is coming to an end way to fast.  Eloc out.

FF: More places than you think are like Lubbock, however, most of the time they are small towns.

TFOD: You know how I feel about cold chicken.  Don’t even start me on ranch.
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