Thursday, June 5, 2008

R rated movies in 6th grade

When I was in 6th grade I loved Jean Claude Van Damme movies. Of course we couldn't rent them because we were underage, so we devised a plan that would enable us to feed our Van Damme appetites. One of us (my friend Kanon Knaphus and I) would go to Video Verns on our bike, and the other would stay home and play "dad". When we would take the movie up to the counter they would say, "I'm going to have to call your parents and get permission for you to rent this movie". "Ok", we'd say, "I think my dad's home now". Kanon would then answer in his deepest voice and pretend to be my dad giving me permission.

The weirdest part about it is that this worked every single time. I mean who were those morons working at video verns anyway? Can't you tell when you are talking to a 12 year old kid who hasn't hit puberty yet? I mean seriously! I don't know how that ever worked. (Sorry, if you worked at Video Verns during the years 1992 - 1995 then I must are a moron)

here's to you Jean Claude Van Damme! a tribute to the greatest kickboxer ever.

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

I think I'm going to puke.

I just acutally went through my blog and realized how many pictures there are of me on here, and more especially, how many of them show me without my shirt on. I apologize to anyone who stops here and thinks, "wow, this guy really is obsessed with himself".

Now I can see why marriage is a good thing. When you are married, no one gets blog time but your damn kids. I need some damn kids so I can stop acting so self-centered.

Anyone want to help out with that?