this week was awesome...i went down to san diego to visit jeebus and skeletorus, and had tons of fun in the process. i forgot how cool skeletor was to hang out with. we played lots of pool at the pool hall, and LOTS of uh son (i beat it with ross, ryan's roommate, or should i call him hammer) and we played lots of deathmatch with paul. the padres game was fun even though they lost (ryan owes me a dollar) even though the hot dogs were like four inches and shriveled...i told jason that compared to dodger dogs, it was like going from a pornstar to average. we saw this guy with two prosthetic arms and paul told ryan he should ask him to do the robot, and i started singing domo arigato mr. roboto. it was fun. on wednesday i went and picked up jason from his house in santa maria, i mean north tijuana, i mean escondido. on thursday i had to take him back and it took us three hours there and back instead of like 45 minutes that it took me on wednesday. thursday night we got decently drunk on five shots of 151 and a beer each. the only way to get me to drink beer is to get me drunk first, lol. nasty shit. on friday, after taking ryan to work i got in a minor accident with a couple of vietnamese people who didn't speak english; i think it was partially my fault and partially theirs. then jason and i went to the pool hall but they didn't open for another hour so we went to the gunshop and looked around and the guy's fingernails looked like they were skate ramps. they were the nastiest i've ever seen. knowing we weren't 21, he directed us to a shooting range where you have to be 21 to shoot the handguns, which took us about an hour to find, so we just went to the pool hall after that and played for awhile. i made the nine ball on the break in one game, and proceeded to bust accordingly. we also went and saw dodgeball, which was good, but before that we messed around in wal-mart and i told jason to turn the light off in the bathroom and he did, and then the guy came up to us and was like, "you think that's fuckin funny?" and jason said, "yeah, it was to me. it's all in good fun." and the guy said, "it's not all in good fun." then we just stared at each other for like five minutes until the guy's girlfriend pulled him away. the drive back was fun. there was the usual constant shit-talking that goes on in +]SMF[+, and on the 154 jason climbed out my window and in through my sunroof going like 65, despite ryan's and my attempts to stop him by pushing on his head and pulling on his foot. friday night we had a lan party at dan's mom's house, which was fun. in the morning when everyone was packing up their computers, stephen was driving up in his truck and i jumped on the hood like he hit me, and stephen got out and pointed to a guy down the street, and this conversation was had.

steve-o: dude, that guy saw you.
me: i'm ok!
guy down the street: i don't care!
me: i hope you get cancer!

then we went and saw joey and jason, and went to santa maria and got condition zero and messed around at game stop, then rented a fun wario game for gamecube and had another lan party, and today i went to costa's for his birthday barbecue and ate dinner and played cards with my parents and xandie. ryan better come back up next weekend. good fucking times.

ride or die.

song of the post: tenacious d - explosivo