I call dibs on talking about dibs! But first, I want you all to imagine a situation:
There is a boy in class who is asked a question by his Econ teacher and this is what he says: "When I have to go to the bathroom really bad, I can't think straight at all!" (questioning look from teacher...)"and if you don't catch my drift, I REALLY have to go to the bathroom right now...." (blank stare from the teacher) "and if you still aren't picking up what i'm putting down, I have no idea what you are asking me"
Ok, now back to "Dibs". Dibs is a funny word, kinda like jibs or gibs, (which everyone knows is short for giblet, but that is a whole nother conversation itself). Where does dibs com from? What does it mean? Can you did anything you want? Can you dib anyONE you want?!?! Lets think of a purely hypothetical situation:
You and your roomies are at a ladies apartment talking to a friend, and her other roommates walk through the door. All of your eyes quickly scan the new found feminines and all rest on a abnormally beautiful girl on the left. Instantly in your mind you yell "DIBS!!!!!". And when you get out of the apartment you all yell out that you are calling dibs on her (remember, this is strictly hypothetical and would never happen in real life... at least not among men. I don't know about those women folk though). The group begins heated debate and the excitement rises. But what is all this fuss about? What the heck is "DIBS"?! Are you trying to say that you are the only one who can think about her now? Or talk to her? Or are you saying you are the only one who can try dating her? (If the latter is the case, you better get to it and stop being a pansy) But back to what I was saying, does that even work? Can you dibs a person like that? How would that make that girl feel? And the answer is... I have no idea what a girl would think! But i do know what I think! And that is "HECK YEAH" you can dibs me all you want! And if you don;t say it first, fight for it! Natural Selection I believe you call it. Let me be the topic of your discussions! I won't get mad!
But when I stop and think about it... I dunno if that is the best way... Maybe I should start making some dibs guidelines. If this overwhelming desire to have an object or maybe the front seat all to yourself really means that much to you, go ahead and dib that item or place. (then go learn about sharing you jerk!) But if it has to do with people, I say, whoever is the least chicken and takes the first crack at it should get dibs. Otherwise you are gonna get that one roommate who will call dibs and threaten fire and brimstone to all who dare defy them, but then they won't even talk to the person. Now I understand as an apartment or group you might decide that blitzing is just too much for you all to handle so you might instigate a 1 day or one week (like 1 apple/mississippi 2 apple.....) and then call it a free for all and that is ok. But all that I have been really trying to say this whole post... Is that I really gotta go to the bathroom and have NO idea what I just posted so.......
Good luck!
Bladder Filled Boy
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Holding Hands in Science?
Haha ahh science was good today, i haven't laughed/ blushed(yes blushed)/felt awkward like that in a long time. It all happened when someone who wont be named(Emily) thought it would be funny to try her best to make me blush. To give you some background today was the 5th class or so and it was only the 2nd or 3rd time that Ive ever talked to her.
Anyways, I thought I was gonna win the battle but sadly i lost, after having my back scratched, hand grabbed and listening to comments about what she likes to sleep in(silk), blushing was inevitable(that last comment was taken out of context). Major props to Emily cause that made me laugh big time(and yes the first thing i did when i arrived back to apt 6 was tell my room mates).
By The Way
I haven't washed my hair in 7 days.
Ill still run it under the water and I've actually cheated and used conditioner once but apparently
the whole not washing your hair thing is good for the natural oils in it. oooh ya
sincerely yo boy,
B-Rock
Anyways, I thought I was gonna win the battle but sadly i lost, after having my back scratched, hand grabbed and listening to comments about what she likes to sleep in(silk), blushing was inevitable(that last comment was taken out of context). Major props to Emily cause that made me laugh big time(and yes the first thing i did when i arrived back to apt 6 was tell my room mates).
By The Way
I haven't washed my hair in 7 days.
Ill still run it under the water and I've actually cheated and used conditioner once but apparently
the whole not washing your hair thing is good for the natural oils in it. oooh ya
sincerely yo boy,
B-Rock
Monday, September 26, 2011
You're Ruining Fudruckers For Everyone!
So...it turns out I don't know how to spell Fudruckers. Is it one D or two? Double D's up in this 'Rucker? I don't know. And WHO CARES is what you're thinking...
It has been too long, dear blog.
I would like to formally apologize for the lack of updates from all of us here in Apt.6. That could easily be the name of a publishing company. Video games and such. You know how it is. You know WHAT it is, yeah, uh-hu...
Sorry, that was a little Wiz Khalifa comin' out.
***
Right now I'm watching Community Season 2 on DVD. It is quite fantastic.
That has nothing to do with anything.
***
This blog seems to be a place for me to do some discovering, self-exploration and life-sharing with all you fine folks out there. Let me share my latest gem:
-I MAY be slightly lactose intolerant. At least, I can only seem to have milk if it is mixed with MANY MUCH SOLIDS. Or if it is in the form of a solid, itself. Like ice cream...or yogurt. Those are both highly acceptable forms of dairy to enter into my intestines. They are non-illegal aliens there. They are free to come across the border anywhere and anytime they choose. If, however, milk tries to cross the border by itself or even with only it's best friend chocolate powder, it is gunned down on sight and thrown into the river to float downstream quickly and painfully.
You may think that what you just read is TMI, but think about it, again.
Metaphors can't be TMI. They're metaphors. If they were metafives, then they would be too much, probably. No one is threatened by phors.
That made me think of something...that whole downstream-floating corpse thing...I can't remember what now, so it just kinda sounds creepy. And I apologize.
***
Tonight, while everyone else in my life was at home being responsible and doing homework, I was out at volleyball TEARIN' IT UP!
***
It's late. I'm eating sunflower seeds that are supposed to taste like bacon but instead taste like pork ramen. I should be sleepy. Mainly because I wasn't able to fall asleep til almost 3 AM last night AKA this morning. Instead, what am I doing? I'm talking to you. Wait...
No.
I'm not even talking to you.
I'm actually just typing this with the hope that MAYBE someday later you will see this.
YOU.
YOU.
That's how important you are. I type things just for you.
...just for you...
Imagine that I said that last sentence with the same feeling of a person sneaking up behind you in the bathroom and whispering "taste the rainbow".
***
Maybe I'm insomniacal. Maybe.
But probably not.
It's beddy-bye, sleepy time.
~Spizzler
(It's like Twizzler, but not Strawberry; instead it's human flavored)
P.S. Why can't all of the words out of my mouth be as funny as the last two sentences. I would speak pure, comedic gold. Liquid. Hot. Comedy. Gold.
It has been too long, dear blog.
I would like to formally apologize for the lack of updates from all of us here in Apt.6. That could easily be the name of a publishing company. Video games and such. You know how it is. You know WHAT it is, yeah, uh-hu...
Sorry, that was a little Wiz Khalifa comin' out.
***
Right now I'm watching Community Season 2 on DVD. It is quite fantastic.
That has nothing to do with anything.
***
This blog seems to be a place for me to do some discovering, self-exploration and life-sharing with all you fine folks out there. Let me share my latest gem:
-I MAY be slightly lactose intolerant. At least, I can only seem to have milk if it is mixed with MANY MUCH SOLIDS. Or if it is in the form of a solid, itself. Like ice cream...or yogurt. Those are both highly acceptable forms of dairy to enter into my intestines. They are non-illegal aliens there. They are free to come across the border anywhere and anytime they choose. If, however, milk tries to cross the border by itself or even with only it's best friend chocolate powder, it is gunned down on sight and thrown into the river to float downstream quickly and painfully.
You may think that what you just read is TMI, but think about it, again.
Metaphors can't be TMI. They're metaphors. If they were metafives, then they would be too much, probably. No one is threatened by phors.
That made me think of something...that whole downstream-floating corpse thing...I can't remember what now, so it just kinda sounds creepy. And I apologize.
***
Tonight, while everyone else in my life was at home being responsible and doing homework, I was out at volleyball TEARIN' IT UP!
***
It's late. I'm eating sunflower seeds that are supposed to taste like bacon but instead taste like pork ramen. I should be sleepy. Mainly because I wasn't able to fall asleep til almost 3 AM last night AKA this morning. Instead, what am I doing? I'm talking to you. Wait...
No.
I'm not even talking to you.
I'm actually just typing this with the hope that MAYBE someday later you will see this.
YOU.
YOU.
That's how important you are. I type things just for you.
...just for you...
Imagine that I said that last sentence with the same feeling of a person sneaking up behind you in the bathroom and whispering "taste the rainbow".
***
Maybe I'm insomniacal. Maybe.
But probably not.
It's beddy-bye, sleepy time.
~Spizzler
(It's like Twizzler, but not Strawberry; instead it's human flavored)
P.S. Why can't all of the words out of my mouth be as funny as the last two sentences. I would speak pure, comedic gold. Liquid. Hot. Comedy. Gold.
Friday, September 23, 2011
TRANSGRESS THIS!!
WhoawhoaWHOA!
Let it be known to the world as a whole that we (being the inhabitants of this fine apartment) never set down rules for updating...
So I feel obligated to update anytime I want to.
So shall it be written, so shall it be done.
~Spensicle
Let it be known to the world as a whole that we (being the inhabitants of this fine apartment) never set down rules for updating...
So I feel obligated to update anytime I want to.
So shall it be written, so shall it be done.
~Spensicle
What the freak Spease!??!?!
Ok, I just can't take this kind of treatment anymore!!! It was MY TURN to post next Spense!!! I have had it with all this disrespectin that's goin on! And not only did you post out of turn... you posted MULTIPLE times! What the freak!? If you were sitting at your desk right now I would punch rigt through the wall and inevitably hit you in the face. (after breaking through your computer screen of course)
Oh whats that you say? You got a job at BestBuy(a Minnesota Company :) in the gaming department? Well here's a game for ya... Stay alive long enough to get that full head of silver hair!
So thats what I was feeling like last night and this morning as Spin Master Spease transgressed on our blogging rules, but I have since decided to be merciful towards him because he says things that make me laugh sometimes... most recently (about 5 minutes) He said "my two department managers love me, they would even make love to me if I let them" Myself: "are they girls?" Spease: "no... one's a guy... but he still would if I let him!"
I apologize for that comment, but between you and me, with all those gray hairs, I think Speasmiester is going a little crazy...
On a totally different note however, I have been sitting in my apartment most of the day... I woke up with a sore throat (because I never get any sleep due to people, life, homework, roommates, this blog, lack of desire, being a night owl, the internet, fighting the system, always wanting to eat, wanting to drink something but knowing if I do that I will have to pee like 10 times during the next hour.. ya know, the normal stuff), had 7:45 class (which liked actually... web business) accounting, and then I did something none have us have done before...! I cut up vegetables and of course meat, and put it in a crock pot!!! (not to be confused with a "crack pot") I then proceeded to have some girl named carly try to tame my wild hair for a bit and I'm convinced that it will make all the ladies love me. THATS why I needed to stay home this fine Friday... Obviously because SO many women would attach themselves to me that I need a game plan. (and because 87.4% of the girls wouldn't be able to handle me yet)
The Game plan goes like this:
Speaking of plans!!!!! I was watching the presidential debate last night and I swear, every time Herman Cain brings up his amazing 999 plan, delivery orders for pizza skyrocket out of control.
But I was only meaning to post little quote on here and then actually be productive. So just remember one thing: Last night I was inducted into the roommateship of apartment D2 of a girls apartment complex after our group date where I had lots of Bacon on a pizza boat.
Luv B-Unit
Oh whats that you say? You got a job at BestBuy(a Minnesota Company :) in the gaming department? Well here's a game for ya... Stay alive long enough to get that full head of silver hair!
So thats what I was feeling like last night and this morning as Spin Master Spease transgressed on our blogging rules, but I have since decided to be merciful towards him because he says things that make me laugh sometimes... most recently (about 5 minutes) He said "my two department managers love me, they would even make love to me if I let them" Myself: "are they girls?" Spease: "no... one's a guy... but he still would if I let him!"
I apologize for that comment, but between you and me, with all those gray hairs, I think Speasmiester is going a little crazy...
On a totally different note however, I have been sitting in my apartment most of the day... I woke up with a sore throat (because I never get any sleep due to people, life, homework, roommates, this blog, lack of desire, being a night owl, the internet, fighting the system, always wanting to eat, wanting to drink something but knowing if I do that I will have to pee like 10 times during the next hour.. ya know, the normal stuff), had 7:45 class (which liked actually... web business) accounting, and then I did something none have us have done before...! I cut up vegetables and of course meat, and put it in a crock pot!!! (not to be confused with a "crack pot") I then proceeded to have some girl named carly try to tame my wild hair for a bit and I'm convinced that it will make all the ladies love me. THATS why I needed to stay home this fine Friday... Obviously because SO many women would attach themselves to me that I need a game plan. (and because 87.4% of the girls wouldn't be able to handle me yet)
The Game plan goes like this:
- Shower
- Eat
- Get Dressed (yes in this order)
- put on The Secret
- laugh at Brenty because he has bruised a certain part of himself
- open the door while yelling "Hands off Harlots!!!" (because there's bound to be women all lined up outside to try and put their hands through my newly thinned curlyish hair)
- jump off the balcony (over the piles of women who want me) onto the back of my truck before thinking about the decision
- land on top of Cody's Subaru because I didn't think first and realized my truck was across the parking lot
- run away before anyone notices
- realize that I didn't have a plan for the night
- decide to wander inconspicuously around the booming town we live in...
- wonder to myself if the 13,000 songs I am transferring from my MacBook to my desktop are done yet
- realize that walking is lame unless it's with a girl or while eating bacon
- go back to my truck
- try not to notice the hobo sleeping on the mattress in the back
- go to the dance party at Aspen
- then visit the bonfire at the dunes
- get my truck stuck again which i vowed never to do again last night
- somehow wake up in my bed without remembering anything after getting stuck
- And decide that this was a pretty half realistic 20 point plan
Speaking of plans!!!!! I was watching the presidential debate last night and I swear, every time Herman Cain brings up his amazing 999 plan, delivery orders for pizza skyrocket out of control.
But I was only meaning to post little quote on here and then actually be productive. So just remember one thing: Last night I was inducted into the roommateship of apartment D2 of a girls apartment complex after our group date where I had lots of Bacon on a pizza boat.
Luv B-Unit
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