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my drunken dance, and yes it is me





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This is a TRIBUTE TO THE NICE GUYS. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.

This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.

The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.

So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, and your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.





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Blue eyes
People with blue eyes last the longest in relationships. kind pretty or handsome very good kissers.they always fall in love with there closest friends and never understand why, they are very funny and outgoing and don't care what people think or say,They are very satisfying and love to please. They can EXCEED your pleasure standards.

Nows The Time To Prove To Everyone That Even Though Your A Nobody, You Are A Somebody[/color]

Don't live in the past, Dont live in the future, Just live in the moment, Right here, Right now, With no fears, With no regrets[/size]
Face Your Fear
Accept Your War
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14 Reasons To Date A Paintball Player
1. We arent afraid to get down and dirty
2. We know how to listen to directions
3. We have at least a 12 inch barrel
4. We can fire off 100's of rounds without getting tired.
5. We always wear protection
6. We LOVE to be agressive
7. We never forget to lube.
8. We can squeeze into tight spots
9. We are quick to reload
10.We make sure our balls are in perfect condition
11.Spraying is no problem
12.We always have to have the best cocker on the field.
13. We know how to work any position front, back, and all in between
14. We have quick finger action

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NEVER SAY TO A COP

1. I can't reach my license unless you hold my beer. (OK in Texas)

2. Sorry, Officer, I didn't realize my radar detector wasn't plugged in.

3.Aren't you the guy from the Village People?

4. Hey, you must've been doin' about 125 mph to keep up with me. Good job!

5. Are You Andy or Barney?

6. I thought you had to be in relatively good physical condition to be a police officer.

7. You're not gonna check the trunk, are you?

8. I pay your salary!

9. Gee, Officer! That's terrific. The last officer only gave me a warning, too!
10. Do you know why you pulled me over? Okay, just so one of us does.

11. I was trying to keep up with traffic. Yes, I know there are no other
cars around.. That's how far ahead of me they are.

12. When the Officer says "Gee Your eyes look red, have you been drinking?" You probably shouldn't respond with,"Gee Officer your eyes look glazed, have you been eating doughnuts?"

Ted you are my fuckin idle

Shouts to all my friends, you know who you are, but these are the ones that count
Britney Britney Britney, words cant even explain what weve been through, we always argue, we always fight, we always hate eachother and yet we still love eachother and we always will peter and tink for ever
Well see theres this girl right, shes the most unbelievable, the absolute greatest and the most amazingly beautiful and her name is Chelsea
Lucas: A true friend would bail you outta jail but lukas would be sitten there next to me goin holy shit that was fuckin ausome. dude i swear to god if you don't start paintballin imma kill ya.
Katrina: You gangster, keep representin hockey playas
Bryan:i no we don't talk to much anymore, but i'll never forget you for helpin me man.

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Elysha:know more candy for you, it hurts lol
Erika:fun times catchen up, come bug me at save-ons once in a while[/color]
Vickey:Pink Panther, we had good times and bad times, and always remember, you were born to stand out
i'm always here vick i promised you i would and i am
Britney S: we have a very unusual friendship lol
Sam, we became instant friends when we met as children, we staid friends through everything, i may not show it, i may not act it sometimes but you have no idea how much you meen to me, your a huuuge part of my life and i no your always gonna be there
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JOHNNY CASH + JUNE CARTER .

you inspire me

It happens on a random Monday, coming back from an event. Or late on a Sunday night right before you get on the plane and you're about to be frisked for the third time. You're driving, you're flying, you're sitting in an airport seat with boys from the team. You're drinking stale coffee trying to stay awake. You're explaining the fat welt on the side of your neck to a confused stranger or a best friend. You're coming back to the other life, the one...without paintball, where no one understands why you do it. You're tired, you're working off little sleep, the question creeps up, and you try to ignore it: Why do I do this? Why the travel, why the losses, and the missed work, the missed school, hours of practice and the complaining girlfriend? Because the lure of living a paintball life is just too potent. And the products of the road, the travel, are memories forever and trips, and strange lands and stranger people. At tournaments it feels like for once you actually get to live as loud as you want. It's worth the sacrafices it's worth all the bullshit. Because if you work hard enough a sunday will roll around, and you'll be in the huddle, screaming, with your hand in, one among 7, playing for the world title. And suddenly, all those cliches that you've ever heard make sense, and you...are defined. You say it to yourself and it means everything: I am a paintball player. And this moment...right here...is my life.

We're not in it for the money, or the fame. The girls, sex and drugs don't come to us, like other professional sports. We play day-in day-out, sun rise to sun set, sunny or rainy; because we love to play. People question us for our devotion, our obession to this wierd sport; a sport they see as a hobbey. It doesn't matter what they think; we play because we love to, because we were born to.
-Zack Ducharme of the New York Xtreme



Me PLaying Paintball