Spoken words: 31 have fallen.

Awesome, does that mean I can ask you anything I want?

Crap! Did that one count?

Shit! Did I just do it again?!

...Fuck.

Posted by Andrew @ 05/27/2004 05:24 PM PST

I will ask you the same questions:
1. Who won the World Series in 1903?
2. What is your favorite brand of pre-packaged meats?
3. Mickey Mouse: Evil or misunderstood?

Posted by Sarah @ 05/27/2004 08:28 PM PST

Andrew
No.
Yes.
Of course you did.

Sarah
What, is that football or something?
The kind my dad zips up with that plastic sealing machine.
Mickey Mouse is evil, but he pales in comparison to Hilary Duff.

Posted by Janice @ 05/27/2004 10:22 PM PST

DEAR SWEET MOTHER OF GOD, POP SHOW IS THREE AND A HALF HOURS LONG.

Questions to follow when I'm neither doing our take-home literature test nor entertaining cruel thoughts toward the entire Choir department.

Posted by Christina @ 05/28/2004 02:08 AM PST

I was the Serbian assassin who started World War I.

Posted by Andrew @ 05/29/2004 01:22 AM PST

I was the Serbian mob that beat that assassin to a bloody, yet small, pulp.

Posted by Sarah @ 05/29/2004 09:59 AM PST

What is humor?
Diet or Classic?
Upon the night, betwixt earth and flesh, the grinding of souls tells a tale of how the dead do dance?

Posted by Spencer @ 05/31/2004 07:24 AM PST

That which sets buns on fire.

Carbonation makes me sick. SNAPPLE ICED TEA ALL THE WAY.

Am I a plebian, or is that not a question?

Posted by Janice @ 05/31/2004 11:10 AM PST

Which delightfully pretentious Nietzsche quote: "God is dead" or "Contempt for sex is a crime against life"?

Kim chee or cheeseburger?

Monkeys or Andrew?

Posted by Christina @ 05/31/2004 12:13 PM PST

If one doesn't believe in God, then he can't die, can he? So the latter of the two.

Oh, fuck, do I look that Korean to you? Cheeseburger. Double.

Mmm. I recently read a book where this one monkey undressed a couple people before they noticed. I'm sure I could paralyze Andrew before he could do that, so, Serbian assassin it is.

Posted by Janice @ 05/31/2004 01:13 PM PST

Ha! That's one for me!

Andrew: 1
Monkeys: 216

I'm catching up.

Posted by Andrew @ 05/31/2004 03:53 PM PST

Yeah. But if we leave YOU in a room with a typewriter, will you produce Hamlet?

Posted by Janice @ 05/31/2004 09:28 PM PST

No, but I'm sure he'd spit out some Nietzsche.

Posted by Sarah @ 05/31/2004 10:00 PM PST

Alright, it's time for question time.

1. Pirates or Ninjas? If you answer incorrectly, I'll get my million monkeys to beat you with their typewriters for a million years.

2. Ramen or Harry Potter? See above.

3. Fifty gigs of anime or fifty gigs of manga. The only correct response to this question is "neither".

By the way Sarah, if no one else looked it up, it was the Boston Americans. I win.

Posted by Andrew @ 05/31/2004 10:16 PM PST

I pretend to be a pirate because ninjas never reveal their true identities. Oh, shit.

Aw. Can't I just slurp Harry Potter up?

It's fifty gigs of manga, you loser. You're just upset because you have "50 gigs of nothing" or "50 gigs of broken, inefficient people".

".. if no one else looked it up."

Wow, you are such a loser. You looked it up! ^^

Posted by Janice @ 05/31/2004 11:40 PM PST

Ninjas are all pansies.

No. No you can't.

My newly crafted smaller, more efficient Chris Hahn made from the parts of the smaller, more efficient Janice is working to perfection, thank you very much.

I didn't want to look like an ass if someone already gave the answer at Christina's or Sarah's blog. It takes too much effort to check those. They're too far away.

Posted by Andrew @ 05/31/2004 11:57 PM PST

The answer was already given at my blog. But you would never know that because you don't care about me the way you do Janice...::sniff::

Anyhoo, PIRATES! Avast, I shall whip your flimsy ninja arses into a small puddle of living fear!

Posted by Sarah @ 06/01/2004 08:13 AM PST

Denver is for losers, immigrants, and queers.

Posted by Andrew @ 06/01/2004 07:17 PM PST

::stab::

Posted by Sarah @ 06/01/2004 08:05 PM PST

::scream::

Posted by Andrew @ 06/01/2004 08:18 PM PST

Ha-ha!

Posted by Sarah @ 06/02/2004 04:57 PM PST

So last week I was walking to the mall when this woman, on a cell phone, in a brown pick-up with a green door that had crappy chipped off paint runs a stop sign and nearly runs me over. I hop backwards and hit one of the windows as she drives by, but she just keeps going. It's amazing how even the hicks with cars that look like they were bought by some Iraqi refugee can still afford cell phones. I bet she didn't even have insurance.

But anyway, earlier today Nick and I were walking to his house, we were crossing the street up on Sixth when some Armenian guy in his VTEC or something turns the corner real fast and hits my backpack, which I was holding a little to my side and a little in front of me. I fall into Nick and quickly get up to yell at him, but the bastard also just kept going.

The upside is that the score is now Andrew: 2, Death: 0, which means that when I do die, it's gonna have to be pretty spectacular for death to tie me, let alone win. I mean, sure, I could die of old age or a car accident or something, but that only gets him one point and I still have some sort of moral victory. If death wants to win this one I'm gonna have to be pushed out of an airlock into space, or hunted by a tribe of pygmies and burned at the stake, or struck down by lightning while fighting off a shark and a crocodile... Or something like that.

...

Or be pushed out an airlock into burning space steak pygmies while fighting a crocoshark that shoots lightning out of its mouth.

I think that would give Death an edge.

Posted by Andrew @ 06/02/2004 07:56 PM PST

What are you going to do to me? Release the dogs? Or the bees? Or the dogs with the bees in their mouths?

Posted by Sarah @ 06/02/2004 08:50 PM PST

Remember Hacking from Muir? The assistant principle of discipline. He was the best. This one time, we were all hanging out in our little corner, and Chris had some banana that he wasn't gonna eat. He sat there squishing it until he had pretty much a banana peel with some banana juice in it. Being preteenage boys, we were throwing it around at each other, when someone missed and it hit the floor with a big splat.

Some other kids called Hacking over for some other stuff we did that day (anoter story all together), so he was looking for us. He was about fifty or so feet from us when he spotted me and Chris. He pointed at us and started walking towards us, saying "Excuse me, you two gentl--".

He slipped on the banana peel and fell on his ass, just like in a cartoon. It was great. He got mad at us for laughing while he was giving us his "Stern talking-to".

I miss Muir.

Posted by Andrew @ 06/02/2004 08:59 PM PST

He slipped on the banana peel and fell on his ass, just like in a cartoon. It was great. He got mad at us for laughing while he was giving us his "Stern talking-to."

THAT STUFF NEVER HAPPENS. I am so jealous. See, this is my punishment for hanging out with girls instead of you guys.

Posted by Christina @ 06/02/2004 10:30 PM PST

Ahh, the joys of our male stupidity.

Posted by Victor @ 06/02/2004 11:02 PM PST

I resemble that remark

Posted by Spencer @ 06/03/2004 03:28 PM PST

As you should

Posted by Victor @ 06/03/2004 03:55 PM PST

Guys are great. Young girls kinda suck.

I'm so happy Andrew got my reference.

Posted by Sarah @ 06/03/2004 05:54 PM PST

That car story is SO going in that dumb emo-kid-journal that Grogan assigned us.

Posted by Andrew @ 06/03/2004 10:07 PM PST

He found me, I don't know how but he found me.

Posted by Victor @ 06/04/2004 06:00 PM PST