"What's in our water?"

So clearly the Montgomery Water Works and Sanitary Sewer Board has been wreaking havoc on the citizens of Cloverdale by putting some sort of behavior-altering drug in the water supply. Unfortunately for us, we drink filtered water so every night we're left to stare blankly at the hyper-emotional and completely shit-faced shells of our fellow
Cloverdalites.

Our solution to this problem? Try to drink as much as possible in a very short time span in an attempt to catch up to our cohorts. All that this achieves is astronomical bar tabs and throbbing morning headaches.

Oh well, we'll probably do it again tonight...

XBX till we die

So we're going to try our hands at actually blogging about real things
instead of...well, you've read our previous posts. Anyway, we've gotten
really involved in an extracurricular activity to which we refer by its
Greek abbreviation. XBX. Yes, we have, in conjunction with some very
formidable drinking partners, started a fraternity solely based on drinking
car bombs. It is imiwa. If you haven't been invited to join in the fun, you
just aren't cool enough. Sorry.

"writing"...or what passes for it these days

I must admit, as little as I care about the reactions of some people, there are those comments which I feel warrant a response. As to "blogging," one of the most informal of communications through which an individual is allowed to rant in the most unstructured of ways- often rendering more of a stream of consciousness style than any other- there are few, if any, do's and don'ts. The fact that we choose to share humorous internet tidbits on our blog with our readers is our prerogative- at least we do site the original source and in no way attempt to take personal credit for the work of others.

We have attended truly prestigious universities in which our writing skills have been honed to a level of professionalism not garnered from a "creative writing" program at a satellite offshoot of a state school...after a previously failed stint at another state school.

Call us elitist, intellectual bitches...we've earned it.

Rules of blogging

There are none. Get over it.

Reality Show I'd like to See

Courtesy of Salon.com


Hangover CSI
It's like: "CSI" for binge drinkers prone to blackout
I'm tired of tough and craggy crime scene investigators untangling a mystery from the DNA on an empty Snickers wrapper. These boilerplate intrigues are so predictable. The real mystery is how the hell I got home from that cocktail party last night, or why my dress is balled up in the kitchen and sprinkled with cheddar cheese. "Hangover CSI" probes into the questions that have dangerously plagued many a Sunday morning late-riser: Am I alone? Did I do anything stupid? Whose handcuffs are these? The team of tough and craggy "Hangover CSI" investigators help untangle these riddles -- and bail you out of jail, if need be.