Sometimes when I’m having a particularly shitty day, I wish I could just float away on a cloud of sweet, sweet angel dust. But I don’t mess with that shit anymore. Because of Helen Hunt:
I also don’t chase tornadoes nor do I fuck Jack Nicholson because of her.
She’s a smart lady.
Although as an adult I have on occasion been known to do liquor, and even toke. Hey, everybody does it.
Well, everybody who’s anybody.
Bill McMorrow 
Well, I’m scared straight. Simply put, my knees couldn’t take the leap from a second-story window.
If the window was open and I could climb through and hang down and then drop into soft grass, I would totally do this.
Good. Great actually. My Refer Madness DVD was getting dated.
And you and http://cjackkittycat.wordpress.com/ are my new pop culture heroes.
CoF
Dude,
This is the second time I’m watching this, and I can’t stop laughing…
Is this really what I looked like when I was high?
A good dose of reality.
CoF
Thanks Clown, good sir. I love when the teacher reminds them she went to the school just 8 years ago, only it was “straight cigarettes” then. I applaud her effort, but I think she’s lying.
I dont know about reefer j’s. Personally, I’ve never shot the stuff.
Reefer J’s are hardcore John. But theres nothing wrong with a little bump on your anniversary.
[…] My father worked for the Massachusetts Bay Transportation Authority. Also known as the MBTA. Or “The fuckin’ T” to the locals. He worked on the trains. Not mechanically. He actually worked on the train, as it was moving. He would come out with a bunch of other dudes and distribute hot chocolate in a choreographed, sing-song fashion to the pajama-clad children during the death-defying trip to the North Pole on Christmas Eve. Sorry, I’m thinking of Tom Hanks in The Polar Express. It’s probably because I wish Tom Hanks was my dad. I would have made an awesome Forrest Gump Jr. Also, I never would have rested until I found him on that deserted island in Castaway, unlike that bitch Helen Hunt. […]