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term='lady'/><category term='The rents'/><category term='nail'/><category term='Death'/><category term='Preacher'/><category term='Shower'/><category term='Ice'/><category term='money'/><category term='hoodie'/><title type='text'>Shits and giggles:the exploits of RS3</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-1912638456323625988</id><published>2009-03-06T14:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:53:39.096-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Watchmen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IMAX'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Dave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LuLu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Watchmen review'/><title type='text'>Who Watches The Watchmen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/SbF-iTBzNCI/AAAAAAAAAIE/HrFpiETKXNs/s1600-h/watchmen-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310164563335001122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; 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Look I've read some of the reviews and shit some are good some are Bad, but thats neither here nor there this is what I have to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I really fucking enjoyed this movie, being one who belived Zack Snider could do it after see what he did for 300, and ya know what he hit it out of the Park. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I drove all the way to the "super mall" in west Nyak New york for the IMAX midnight showing, we got there late and got the shitty first row in IMAX seats, the question was why do they even have seats here, but as soon as the Movie started the butt pain and neck ache went away. The story opens like the book with the death of the Comedian, and it was a brutal fight. The the title's come up with Bob Dylan's the times are a changing, and wow, they gave you all you needed to know about this alternate universe where Nixon has run and won 5 terms. you see how masked adventurers got there start and how the world changed because of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm gonna be as spoiler free as I can from here on. The Acting was great, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0355097/"&gt;Jackie Earle Haley&lt;/a&gt; Did with &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/character/ch0029762/"&gt;Rorschach&lt;/a&gt; what no other actor could have done made him human and scarred. I'll go as far as saying he did better than Heather ledger did as the Joker...that's right I said it, Better. all the actors did an amazing job. The only problem I had with any thing really is way to much Blue cock and balls on screen with Dr. Manhattan, and an awkward song choice for a love scene. Other than that I loved the Actors in the roles given them, no one was ham handed or over acting, it was genius. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure the nit pickers will as why did they change this why did they change that, but every change they made worked in context and made total sense, even the ending. Yes Fanboys I liked the ending, it worked for me!  Some of the scenes that were ripped from the book gave me chills, The camera pan from the street to the window in the beginning, The close up of the statue in the cemetery, the rum runner water neon sign puddle splash, chills I tell ya! The special effects where amazing, Look I went with Big Dave who read the book two times, Lulu who did not know what to expect and myself fucking super fan over here, and we all loved it. end of story. This is only one man's opinion but I say get up and see it. Enjoy the fuck out of it cause it's that good. Two hours and thirty six minutes come and go even when your craning your neck and have a sore butt from sitting in a seat wrong. well that's what I have to say, go see it for yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One last thing...personally, if you don't like it fuck off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-1912638456323625988?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/1912638456323625988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=1912638456323625988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/1912638456323625988'/><link 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-162295221317159397?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/162295221317159397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=162295221317159397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/162295221317159397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/162295221317159397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2009/01/pink-cigaarette.html' title='pink cigaarette'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-8801549914638216649</id><published>2008-12-30T16:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:17:11.338-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>The Final Countdown '2008'</title><content type='html'>So here it is, that time of year when I give my Best of the year that was 2008. I have been doing this on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Myspace&lt;/span&gt; for a while but now that I have this here forum I'm gonna use it and run with it may this be the first of may for years to come. The way I work it is this list is all encompassing, music, movies comic, personal what not this is my Blog and what I say goes Damn it. This is also in no real order much like my brain its totally scatter shot. Now Lets commence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Lets start with Comic Books and this year it's not a comic book per say it's a comic book writer that I give the head nod to. His name is Robert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kirkman&lt;/span&gt; and he writes to of the best comic I have read in quite a while... (A)The Walking Dead:If you love Zombies like I do I can Not urge you enough to pick up this comic. Now Granted this book has been around for 5 years, but I did not start reading it till this year. I have to give Major props to my Local comic book guru Floyd over at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FJB&lt;/span&gt; comics here in downtown Jersey City, he totally got me and Grace into this book. It's the story of a man who wakes up to the Zombie Apocalypse that I fear everyday. He finds his family living with a group of survivors and that's how the story starts. This is not run of the mill zombie comic it has pacing that is amazing. Sometimes the horror does not come from a zombie but another human. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kirkman&lt;/span&gt; has a solid cast of characters but he is not afraid to kill them. That's right you can go 20 issues loving one character and then turn the page..and boom dead. it does not matter what sex or age is, no one is safe. every issue is a work of art thank to the art team of Charlie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Adlard&lt;/span&gt; and cliff &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rathburn&lt;/span&gt;. This is one comic that has me waiting for the next issue as if it was a t.v. show. Drama Lives in this book. I do warn you if you do pick this Book up you will be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(B)Another Robert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kirkman&lt;/span&gt; book is INVINCIBLE this one is for all my Spandex hero fans. Like "the Walking dead" this book has been around for a while but it's another one I did not join till I picked up the collected editions, and boy am I glad. This is an all age book that harks back to the early days of Marvel comics, it has everything you would want awesome superhero's, vile villains and family drama. I almost hate to say this, but Fuck HEROES, this is what the superhero dissection is all about. it deconstructs it and at the same time adds to it. It has a twist that would make M. Night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Shyamalan&lt;/span&gt; gasp. The art work fits it so well, the story is on going and I can't say anymore with out sounding like a creepy love letter. If you like superhero books pick this one up it's got the goods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This was the year for us comic geeks and there where 4 movies that really made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A)The Dark Knight- What can I say that has not been written yet? Heath Ledgers JOKER, perfect. Scary. Haunting. Amazing. After I saw this movie I went back and reread 'the Killing Joke' by Allen Moore and you think of Ledgers JOKER and it adds something. That's right a comic book movie made my reading a comic book a little bit more enjoyable. yea it was a bit long, but come on when that truck flipped, I could have gone home a happy boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(B)Iron Man-PERFECT! Robert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Downey&lt;/span&gt; Jr. as Tony Stark...perfect casting. He was Tony Stark, Like Ledgers JOKER the was IRON MAN I loved everything about this film. It got that marvel comic tone down, man. The music, the Score, the acting, everything. Got to hand it to Jon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Favreau&lt;/span&gt;, he understood the source material and had a blast with it. It just worked so well. I was 12 again sitting in my parents kitchen reading my Wednesday shipment of marvel comics. I was so happy that they got it so right, I would say more so than Spider-man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(C) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hellboy&lt;/span&gt; 2-LOVED IT! maybe I was biased cause at this years comic-con I got the chance to meet the cast, and the director Guillermo Del &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;toro&lt;/span&gt;, an amazing visionary. What he did in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Hellboy&lt;/span&gt; 2 was make it his own. Crazy monsters, larger then life threats, and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;barry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;manalow&lt;/span&gt; sing along between a big red demon and a amphibious blue creature...I was laughing my ass off. Ron &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Pearlman&lt;/span&gt; is the only person who should ever play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Hellboy&lt;/span&gt; if he does not want to play it again that's it, wrap it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(D)The Incredible HULK-I enjoyed the fuck out of this film, I really did. It had what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt; Lee's did not it had a real threat, and it had Hulk say "Hulk Smash" gone was the bullshit heavy handed art house crap of Father and son conflict, no it had the fucking Hulk fucking up shit in New York City, Fighting the abomination, using a cop car as boxing gloves holy crap! Pure fun, so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It was a great year for me in music, lets start with shows, Got to see Clutch what was it 3 times this year the Atlantic City show was amazing and great times with a bunch of my friends, the show in Philly with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Coheed&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Cambria&lt;/span&gt; was great and the show at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;starland&lt;/span&gt; ball room was sick! If you have yet to see CLUTCH get out and see them. One of the best live bands to ever play out. Another Band I went out to see a couple of times was as mentioned before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Coheed&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Cambria&lt;/span&gt;, the show with Clutch was great but the show at Terminal 5 was amazing. they played four nights each night dedicated to one of their albums. I did not see all 4 shows but I did make it out to see them play '&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Keeping-Secrets-Silent-Earth-3/dp/B0002E5OJ6/ref=pd_bbs_sr_3?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1230677242&amp;amp;sr=8-3"&gt;In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth: 3&lt;/a&gt; my personal favorite album by those guys and I was not disappointed. the whole album, wow. More band should do this really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for Albums &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Metallica's&lt;/span&gt; Death Magnetic was fucking awesome. This is your fathers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Metallica&lt;/span&gt; and I am so grateful for it. Hard, Fast, Brutal. I guess they watched enough &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Metalpocalipse&lt;/span&gt; to see that it's time for the most brutal band in the land to play the way they should...and the Video for 'all nightmare long' well just go find it on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt; and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the real fun in the year of music came from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;GROOVESHARK&lt;/span&gt;...all legal, all Free, all streaming all music. its amazing. it really is the best thing to come around, instant music all day long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.personal life...I got a girlfriend in 2008, and she is great. she is so funny and sweet, she is willing to put up with my shit. I really can't say enough about her, all around great girl. I also got a new car in 2008 and it's so awesome I love this car more than it knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. and here is the rest that made 2008 great (that rhymed) -Pineapple express, I loved this movie it was so fucking funny it had me laughing my ass off, as did Tropic Thunder, who knew Tom cruse had it in him to be that insanely funny and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;vulgar&lt;/span&gt;. on the T.V. front I loved rock of love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;charm&lt;/span&gt; school, so trashy it's amazing. well i kinda ran out of steam here kids I may add more, but for now this is what I loved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; this year I will also post what made 2008 suck in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; days.&lt;br /&gt;till then have a safe and wonderful new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-8801549914638216649?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8801549914638216649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=8801549914638216649' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/8801549914638216649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/8801549914638216649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/12/final-countdown-2008.html' title='The Final Countdown &apos;2008&apos;'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-886371545898926498</id><published>2008-12-13T22:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T22:35:57.168-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reverend Dan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck'/><title type='text'>Groove is in the heart</title><content type='html'>The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rumors&lt;/span&gt; are all false I'm not dead just been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;slackin&lt;/span&gt;'.  I know this seems to be my most common &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fault&lt;/span&gt; of late with this here blog, Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;slackin&lt;/span&gt;'.  But as the year comes to a close and we gear up for the holidays, I find myself looking at the blog and saying...Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; post later or tomorrow.  It's been a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt; season so far no real snow here in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DT&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;JC&lt;/span&gt;, granted last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; night it did flurry but it was fun and yes a snowball fight was had all in good fun.   It was the good Rev. infamous Dans birthday and it was also The girlfriends friends birthday so we walked to his house and drinks where had good times.   I have been looking for employment and I did get unemployment but man is the job market all dried up.  FUCK. I have also been slacking in seeing new movies, I still have to see Frost/Nixon, The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;punisher&lt;/span&gt;, the day the earth stood still (RS2 really wants to see it) plus a few others. &lt;br /&gt;another thing that has kept me from blogging is &lt;a href="http://www.grooveshark.com/"&gt;www.grooveshark.com&lt;/a&gt;. it's an all streaming, all legal music sharing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;application&lt;/span&gt; and it's addictive as all fuck, man.   right now I'm grooving to the beach boys and was just listening to some skid row, weird musical taste huh?  well that it don't forget I have my year end list coming soon so be sure to pop back, ya hear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-886371545898926498?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/886371545898926498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=886371545898926498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/886371545898926498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/886371545898926498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/12/groove-is-in-heart.html' title='Groove is in the heart'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-1653429589852862724</id><published>2008-11-21T15:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T15:22:10.822-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reverend Dan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Joker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='328'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin Smith art'/><title type='text'>The Joker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/SScYYavhkvI/AAAAAAAAAGM/sM4wQx9ncOs/s1600-h/justinsmith+joker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271208696635036402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/SScYYavhkvI/AAAAAAAAAGM/sM4wQx9ncOs/s320/justinsmith+joker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So a while back I was checking out my Pal Justin Smith's myspace page looking at his art work. Justin is an amazing artist and I have always loved the look of his work, very strange and wonderful. One piece caught my eye it was an awesome piece he did of the Joker, I contacted him asking how much did he want for it, he responded with a reasonable price and the ball started to roll. He said it was in storage and he would have to look for it, but as soon as he found it he would send it out. Time went by and I was taking to the good Rev. Dan about it, he spoke to Justin to remind him and that was that. Today while on my way to the Bank, I was greeted by a package in my front hall. I ran back to the apartment opened it up like a kid on Christmas day and staring at me was this eye catching piece of artwork. I am now the proud owner of a great art piece which I can not wait to frame and put up in the house. you can check out Justin and his art here &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/justinsmith"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/justinsmith&lt;/a&gt; tell him RS3 sent ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-1653429589852862724?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/1653429589852862724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=1653429589852862724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/1653429589852862724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/1653429589852862724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/11/joker.html' title='The Joker'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/SScYYavhkvI/AAAAAAAAAGM/sM4wQx9ncOs/s72-c/justinsmith+joker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-3323382375227510846</id><published>2008-11-19T21:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:47:26.991-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nissan sentra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Betty Blue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RS2'/><title type='text'>Cars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/SSTPRhxXg4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/h692tGTVHVo/s1600-h/07sentra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270565363960480642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/SSTPRhxXg4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/h692tGTVHVo/s320/07sentra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as of yesterday my car affectionately known as "denty" has died. She has been giving me problem for some time now and when i took her in for service they told me to repair it fully it would cost me close to $3,000 dollars. So since RS2 works for a major car`dealer here in Jersey city they gave me a good trade in price. So today I went down to the dealership, and got me a 2007 Nissan Sentra. It's beautiful man and it's a great ride. I'm so excited. Her name is Betty Blue and she is wicked..so be on the look out cause it's on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(BTW thats what she looks like above)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-3323382375227510846?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3323382375227510846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=3323382375227510846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/3323382375227510846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/3323382375227510846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/11/cars.html' title='Cars'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/SSTPRhxXg4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/h692tGTVHVo/s72-c/07sentra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-6708184372856696641</id><published>2008-11-13T02:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:02:10.211-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blast from the past'/><title type='text'>pictures of you</title><content type='html'>So I sat with the girlfriend tonight, and we looked at pictures at from her past, and it made me sad. Where did all the photo's of my past go?  How is it that one person can hang out with two photo  majors and have no real record of his past?  where did it all go?  The years, the memories, where did they go?  I know there is a record of my life...i just want them back,  the embarrassing ones, the beautiful ones, where are they?  if you have them on record please let me see my past.  Do it.  do you ever think of the past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-6708184372856696641?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6708184372856696641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=6708184372856696641' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/6708184372856696641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/6708184372856696641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/11/pictures-of-you.html' title='pictures of you'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-5424821609636447655</id><published>2008-11-03T20:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:33:41.711-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indiana Jones and the temple of doom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ro-beast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mola Ram'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucky 7&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuckin'/><title type='text'>No time for love Dr. Jones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/SQ-0cWF8O2I/AAAAAAAAAF8/GyngX5iEHBM/s1600-h/molaram7s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264624888479234914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/SQ-0cWF8O2I/AAAAAAAAAF8/GyngX5iEHBM/s320/molaram7s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Halloween has come and gone and I would have to say this was a banner season for yours truly. I went pumpkin picking, and with the girls help made a delightfully geeky pumpkin. (sadly he never saw a candle this year well get on that for next.) I also went to Great Adventure for fright fest with "O" and "sin-d" we had a great time rode some amazing coasters..have to say fuckin El Toro rules...so fast, so high, so scary. We also wen5t on the parachute ride, I remember going on that when i was but a small boy, with my Uncle Tony (R.I.P) and after we got off that he vowed to never go on another ride that day. After years of poo-pooing it we went on it cause Sin-d was like "fuck you all I went on your crazy rides we are doing this for me." so we went on it. For those who don't know what the Parachute ride is it pretty simple, a wicker basket like thing, that you sit on. They then lock you in with a simple seat belt then a flimsy aluminum cage. At this time the cable brings you up pretty high, (higher than the scream machines second high hill) it's at this point when anyone can UN lock the seat belt slide under and jump to their doom. When the Girl and I got to the top I was fuckin' scared like I may have some pee leak out from fear. then you kinda slowly drift down. FUCK THAT RIDE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year for Halloween I was faced with the question what do I dress as, I have a bald head, so sure I can go as Frankenstein's monster, or something like that...nope I had a thought while driving to my place on night..fuck it "m gonna dress as Mola Ram from 'Indiana Jones and the temple of doom and that's what I did. I went out bought a simple executioner robe, cut it so that i have only my right arm covered. I did cut too low but I would have to fix that I would need some dark red material which I was gonna buy but Being low on funds I looked into the old clothes closet at the rents place found an old maroon dress shirt, and hey I saw a great pair of pants my mom had so I took those too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cut the shirt sewed part to the pants then cut some other material and with the girls help fixed the low cut. Other wise my moob would hang out and no one wants that. so with the extra cloth it stated to look like a real ceremonial sari. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First things first I need make up and we know who to go for that. Brought the make up to Courts place, she did an amazing job on my head and making my eyes seem dark and evil. went to the girls she sewed the extra cloth to me and just as fast as you can say Kili Ma will rule the world I was Mola Ram. the wrist cuffs where electrical tape taped over one another the "teeth" where those "cavemen" necklace things, the other necklaces was from when I went to mardi gras and the heart is from some homeless man near my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so that's it instant Villain. I came in second at the Lucky 7s costume contest after Ro-beast, who took the first prize second year in a row. (brilliant Crown friend chicken Box...go look at his blog beauty and the ro-beast[Link in my "what I'm reading area] he may have posted a pic.) so yea a bottle of champagne that someone stole at the other party i went to. But all in all a great Halloween season. well see you soon but don't forget to VOTE tomorrow I don't care who you vote for just VOTE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW: I still name every blog entry with a song title and did so for this blog there is a song called "no time for love Dr. Jones" by Joey Kingpin. So I still fallow my rules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-5424821609636447655?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5424821609636447655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=5424821609636447655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/5424821609636447655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/5424821609636447655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-time-for-love-dr-jones.html' title='No time for love Dr. Jones'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/SQ-0cWF8O2I/AAAAAAAAAF8/GyngX5iEHBM/s72-c/molaram7s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-6302759952488621701</id><published>2008-10-29T16:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T16:34:05.827-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the long halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girlfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Batman'/><title type='text'>Black no. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/SQjIJqvcezI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BBKGiv6VLJo/s1600-h/longhalloweenreally.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262676233000090418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/SQjIJqvcezI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BBKGiv6VLJo/s320/longhalloweenreally.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/SQjIJBHl7SI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ETzJor4n67A/s1600-h/Long+halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262676221827083554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/SQjIJBHl7SI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ETzJor4n67A/s320/Long+halloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea, it's my Favorite time of year, and I'm all about it this year I have a great costume Idea, you see (Rudy) when one has a bald head you either have to get a wig for what ever you intend to be or you think of a costume that allows for no hair. things like curly from the 3 stooges, or the monster from young Frankenstein...or Mola Ram from Indiana Jones and the temple of doom. That's right folks I'm gonna be after your heart..with my hands!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aside from that I also Carved a Pumpkin, with the help from the girl (she is so artistic) The Image is from the first issue of Batman:The Long Halloween and its awesome. (comparison above) isn't it awesome and geeky all at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, things have been going good still in need of a job. (but then a gain so is a good portion of the country) well that's about it More in the next blog coming very shortly I promise, all good things to those who wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a good and spooky Halloween, I'll try not to fall down any stairs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-6302759952488621701?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6302759952488621701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=6302759952488621701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/6302759952488621701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/6302759952488621701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/10/black-no-1.html' title='Black no. 1'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/SQjIJqvcezI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BBKGiv6VLJo/s72-c/longhalloweenreally.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-5331985351072083941</id><published>2008-10-17T15:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T16:26:16.759-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garth Ennis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bowling pin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lil Bit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kickball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='.44 magnum. Preacher'/><title type='text'>Got the time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/SPj0boO8IkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/0iPqol1W-qg/s1600-h/Kickball+i+belive+i+can+fly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258221320448778818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/SPj0boO8IkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/0iPqol1W-qg/s320/Kickball+i+belive+i+can+fly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, So I'm back in full fuckin force, interwebs? Check. Pack of smokes? Check. Music playing loudly in the apartment? Check...lets fuckin blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes it's true the rumors, the back room gossip, the writings on the walls...I have a girlfriend. After much time fuckin around, I decided I met someone who makes me laugh, keeps me somewhat level headed, and can keep up when it's party time. we'll call her Lil' Bit for the sake of privacy. I've been seeing her for sometime now and when it all came down...it made sence. we are so gay together, fat gay baby, gay. (BTW...take time to pop over here. &lt;a href="http://www.gay-babies.com/"&gt;http://www.gay-babies.com/&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;enough of that shit lets get down to brass tacks here folks alot has happened in my life got a new job, got let go due to ecomimic bullshit. shaved my head so I'm rockin the bald head..look at the pick over there---&gt; yea kid, I like it. Went out recently with uncle Choo Choo and Boom-Boom to shoot some guns, and ya know what I'm a fucking good shot. My personal favorite gun to shoot was the .44 magnum. Nice kick back, it's like Herr Star calls it in Preacher (a great comic by Garth Ennis..go read it completely available in graphic novel form) it's a fucking DOOM COCK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's such a Man gun...I also liked the sniper rifle I killed the shit out of a bowling pin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in other news like I mentioned played in the JC kick Ball championship. yeah in this pic it's like I'm Remo Williams and my feet ain't touching the ground. we had a blast, team photo is out there I'll find it and post it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've really been enjoying myself of late so that's good I hope you all are enjoying yourselves don't forget Halloween is almost upon us so look out for me in my costume. till next time jam out with your clam out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-5331985351072083941?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5331985351072083941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=5331985351072083941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/5331985351072083941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/5331985351072083941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/10/got-time.html' title='Got the time'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/SPj0boO8IkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/0iPqol1W-qg/s72-c/Kickball+i+belive+i+can+fly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-3721643564849147223</id><published>2008-10-16T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:22:14.517-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ego'/><title type='text'>new</title><content type='html'>added some new shit at the bottom of this thing go look at them become a follower, feed my ego&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-3721643564849147223?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3721643564849147223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=3721643564849147223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/3721643564849147223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/3721643564849147223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/10/new.html' title='new'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-7368582588638749819</id><published>2008-10-16T19:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:10:57.677-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roommate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryborg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='328'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jersey city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight cowboy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downsized'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kickball'/><title type='text'>bring the noise</title><content type='html'>First off let me say this...FUCK the economy!   remember when i said I found gainful employment? well fuck them and the economy I was let go so they could bring in someone else for less money!   Yea that's right I got downsized and I'm not talking about my cock after a dip in cold water!   this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side we got the internets at the 328 again, thanks to roommate Justin, he realized he can't live with out hockey and I can't live with out Tamedteens.com.   Yea so back looking for work, back to having sex with old men for money... no wait that's Joe Buck from midnight cowboy not me...yet.  I have had such a wonderful time these past few weeks Played kickball in the jersey City Kickball championship games.  My team "Team Zombie Apocalypse" lost the bronze metal due to the fact that I could not win at rock, paper scissors.  but we did kick some ass.  My team was awesome, I will post more on this soon with pictures!&lt;br /&gt;well I have to hit the showers so I can grab some dinner with Ryborg and Lady friend...speaking of which I'm no longer single.  that's what we call a tease, folk. be back very soon...who knows maybe a drunk Blog will come tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-7368582588638749819?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7368582588638749819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=7368582588638749819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/7368582588638749819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/7368582588638749819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/10/bring-noise.html' title='bring the noise'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-65155130789255874</id><published>2008-09-16T17:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T18:40:45.661-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chowder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atlantic City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metallica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brutal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PBR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='titties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booty Clap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buffet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gremlins'/><title type='text'>going nowhere slow</title><content type='html'>Hello kiddies, I'm back not with anything of substance or what not but just to lay some of my mind droppings.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know I'm a grown ass man but is anyone watching this nutty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' cartoon off cartoon network, called Chowder? Man this is a wacky little cartoon. It's about a little purple cat/bunny thing, who is an apprentice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chief&lt;/span&gt; under some weird big nosed blue thing called Mingus...it's funny as all hell the voice work is what gets me. It's a funny little show give it a view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death Magnetic. The new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Metallica&lt;/span&gt; CD, is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; brutal! It's really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; hardcore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Metallica&lt;/span&gt; again. I wanted to like st. anger but it sucked hard core. This album is back to basics &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Metallica&lt;/span&gt;, old fashion fast, hard, in your face, BRUTAL. This will get the fans of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Metallica&lt;/span&gt; who left the band during the 'black album' and after come back. My personal favorite tracks on the album are "My Apocalypse" and "All Nightmare long " If this CD had a vagina I would be afraid to fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Got back from a mini Vacation, went to Atlantic City with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LuLu&lt;/span&gt;, it was a good time. We had a blast, we Gambled, we swam...did you know that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Asian&lt;/span&gt; kids are like gremlins they multiply in water...no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; lie. We got to the pool there were maybe 5 little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Asian&lt;/span&gt; kids. When we left there was at least 13 or 15 of them. We did not see them walk in..no, they appeared.&lt;br /&gt;we say a little kid get run over by an old woman on a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;rascal&lt;/span&gt;. Did you know that Saturday night is slutty, let me let my titties out night in AC. Other things we saw, a girl get "low low low" on the boardwalk she made the booty clap. she was a hot mess it was really funny. They sell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;PBR&lt;/span&gt; in 24 oz. cans, We had a delicious meal, and the H&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;arrahs&lt;/span&gt; breakfast buffet...holy shit, SO GOOD, so filling. we had a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt;' time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;LuLu&lt;/span&gt; won some cash, I maintained what little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;dignity&lt;/span&gt; I have, NICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; it for now I'm off time to eat. Talk to you all soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-65155130789255874?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/65155130789255874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=65155130789255874' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/65155130789255874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/65155130789255874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/09/going-nowhere-slow.html' title='going nowhere slow'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-8738423420492335941</id><published>2008-09-11T12:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T15:32:40.652-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>So it's been a while, I still don't have the interwebs at my place, and I have not dragged my laptop to my rents house i feel i have been a neglectful blogger, so with this as the day goes on at work I'm gonna drop some things that i have been up to, pop culture tid bits and whats on my mind...&lt;br /&gt;first off look everyone who knows me, knows I'm not at all political, but yes when the time comes I will vote for Barack Obama, why because i can not deal with 4 more years in a republican  run country.   it seems some people are really caught up on the race card.  I don't think it matters to me, but to some they see it as a horrible thing..OMG a black man in office, law'd lawd we'sa gonna be in deep if dat happens.  nigga please!  I think he will do good things, but we have to face facts anyone has a mighty steep hill to climb, but I would like to see Mr. Obama as our next leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that little kids seem to be drawn to my nuts like it has a tractor beam...yesterday another small child almost ran directly into my nizzos.  I have had the unfortunate experience of small children running big head first right into my balls on three different occasions.  This is both awkward, embarrassing and scary.  last thing i need is Chis Hanson walking around some corner an taking me as some kid toucher..it's the other way around folks.  kids want my nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want a good read pick up "the walking dead" graphic novels by Robert Kirkmen it's like crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the I'm wicked excited file...I got tickets to see Metallica in February..motherfuckin' floor seats..awesome Me and Flip are gonna mosh it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.k. time to run talk to y'all later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-8738423420492335941?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8738423420492335941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=8738423420492335941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/8738423420492335941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/8738423420492335941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/09/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-5566276711483218603</id><published>2008-08-24T18:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:06:15.459-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spaced'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homestarrunner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atlantic City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T.V.Coach Z'/><title type='text'>get a haircut and get a real job.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt; yes so in case you have not heard I got me some new employment.  Yes I am back to getting up early, but the good thing is I can make rent..which is a plus.   Yeah right after the AC adventure I went for an interview and the rewarded the fact that I clean up real good but saying come to our place every day, type some shit up, answer out phones run around, solve problems and talk on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;walkie&lt;/span&gt; talkie to guy's who hardly speak English and we will give 6you money.  It's a good time.  My boss is kind of a jerk he like to act like he's the boss of me, he tell me to do thing, I do them, but when I'm not there I don't do them.  I'll show him!   The job, or as Coach Z from  &lt;a href="http://www.homestarruner.com/"&gt;www.homestarruner.com&lt;/a&gt; would say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jorb&lt;/span&gt; is in Clifton so it's a quick commute, and because I start at 7:30 (yea ouch) I don't hit all that much traffic.   The best part about this job is that I get a pay check every week, I forgot how awesome that was again.  &lt;br /&gt;Aside from that things have been going well in RS3 land.  I have been doing the same shit, I realized that I may need a little vacation from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DT&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;JC&lt;/span&gt; it's been getting a little stagnant, or maybe it just me.  in other news I finally picked the T.V. off the floor and placed it so that we can now sit on the futon and watch t.v. Next step is get cable.  Dexter is coming back and I can not miss that, same thing with heroes.  In related news I can not, stress that you need to either buy or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;netflix&lt;/span&gt; Spaced.  A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;britcom&lt;/span&gt; starring Simon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pegg&lt;/span&gt; from Shaun of the dead fame...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt;' brilliant.  trust me, it's bloody great.  well with that I leave you...see you all soon children. till next time I remain me you remain you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-5566276711483218603?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5566276711483218603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=5566276711483218603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/5566276711483218603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/5566276711483218603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/08/get-haircut-and-get-real-job.html' title='get a haircut and get a real job.'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-4408324548419659045</id><published>2008-08-05T20:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:33:17.474-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clutch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The rents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atlantic City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MaulRat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House of Blues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryborg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hotel party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RS2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuckin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reverend Dan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ro-beast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonic'/><title type='text'>One Eye Dollar</title><content type='html'>Hello Children...I'm back, for now or till whom ever I am stealing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wi&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fi&lt;/span&gt; from smartens up and put the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' security block thing on.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; right here I sit in my slightly warm kitchen typing another fun filled Blog.   So today I started my new job.  I am back in the world of full time employment &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;whoo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;...good bye night life, at least till my body gets used to the change, and I get a handle on what I have to do at work.  It's a bit sad my nights of looking for an after party on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; are done.   I work for a Trucking outfit, and let me tell you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; some crazy busy shit, man.  Given that today was my first day it was a real trial by fire.  It was oh hi new guy here do this, get this done, make these calls, answer this question and file this report.   But I liked it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; to be the day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; flew.&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, I had a most excellent weekend!  Went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Atlantic&lt;/span&gt; city, to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Fuckin&lt;/span&gt;' Clutch with like all my Favorite people.  The adventure started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; afternoon, i was already excited cause I was going on a road trip with the Rev. Dan...and I was not gonna have to drive!  The good reverend now has his drivers licence!  We headed down, and got there before the rest of the posse.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; right when we travel we travel with heads.  In the other car was The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Robeast&lt;/span&gt;, his fair lady miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Maulrat&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Ryborg&lt;/span&gt;, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;incomparable&lt;/span&gt; lady friend (code names are fun.). we met up at the Hotel 3 miles from the boardwalk checked in and started the party, 2 cases of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Yuengling&lt;/span&gt;, and a bottle of Jim Beam...Fuck it was a celebration.   after some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-party action we headed to the showboat for the show and we still had more people to meet.   Waiting for us at the bar was Billy Alpha and his Woman &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Meghan&lt;/span&gt;, this was gonna be a great night, and we still had more people to run into...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; right it's not Atlantic city if my parents are not playing the tables.  I said hello to my parents and RS2 decided to come share a drink and meet my friends it also gave him time away from the gambling machine that I call my mother.  after some booze at the bar and after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt; later to my folks we hit the House of blues for some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;righteous&lt;/span&gt; Rock and roll from the Mighty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Fuckin&lt;/span&gt; Clutch! Once we got into the venue we ran into Matt O who some call clutch due to the fact that he has see clutch from what I hear about 150 times, of course the band fucking blew the roof off the place and did some other cliche rock journalist bullshit.   If you have never seen Clutch, I can not stress to you go see them an amazing band to see live.  After the show I decided it would be a good idea to play roulette, with money that I really did not have.   I was up, then I made the mistake to hey why not let it ride.   lets say after that I was a bit cranky.  We hopped a cab back to the motel and let the good times roll some more.   next morning we got ready to leave (after my panic attack because I could not find my glasses)  we headed home but first things first we hit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Waretown&lt;/span&gt;, to go to Sonic.   The food was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ehh,&lt;/span&gt;the girls on roller skates where young and the drinks refreshing.   Once we where fat in the belly with fast food we hit the road back home.   It was cool to have a mini vacation that was so much fun with so many good people. So there you have it. new job, good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;, great band, mediocre fast food.  T&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;hat's&lt;/span&gt; how I do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-4408324548419659045?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4408324548419659045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=4408324548419659045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/4408324548419659045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/4408324548419659045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-eye-dollar.html' title='One Eye Dollar'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-3768914587712105134</id><published>2008-07-28T15:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T16:21:35.366-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dickbags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Watchmen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plowing Mud Forever'/><title type='text'>Serpentors Love</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone I am not dead, or sick or in an asylum as some have may suggested, nor did I move to Canada or Arizona or L.A., like some good folks that used to be part of the landscape that is The DT/JC. I have been lazy and I also, still don't have the interwebs in my apartment. I don't know why but writing my blog in any other place other than my house feels, well forced. I have had a very fun month, and had I had the interwebs I would have filled the cyber space with all sorts of goodness but Alas no webs not write. I'm writing you here today from my secrete base in the heights.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have been good, for I have. But the reason I wrote this here blog is simple. I sent Kirk of Plowing Mud Forever Fame (whom, By the Killed at the ace of clubs in the city this past month) an e-mail and he got into saying how he missed my Blogs and asked if I had stopped writing due to the dickbags. No the the Haters hate. If you want proper grammar and spelling go elsewhere you are not going to get it here. I write from my head to my fingers with very little to filter it. I like to write that way, is a diary filled with good grammar I think not.&lt;br /&gt;Yes my tales of getting drunk may seem stale to some or kinda funny to others or sad to a few, but I don't give a flying flea fart. they also seem to like when I come up with my lil' witty cuss words. no let the haters come "hi haters, Hi haters, Hi haters...&lt;br /&gt;In other news The Dark knight almost made me stain my pants. It was that good...really that's my two cents. The Watchmen is now what I sit and wait with baited breath. Aside from that work really sucks they cut my hours so I have to look for other employment, and as anyone can tell you in this job market it is not fun. Well for now I remain me. Thanks for reading, I'll be back soon I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-3768914587712105134?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3768914587712105134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=3768914587712105134' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/3768914587712105134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/3768914587712105134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/07/serpentors-love.html' title='Serpentors Love'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-1087583072125256074</id><published>2008-07-07T15:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T15:28:37.379-04:00</updated><title type='text'>misery inc.</title><content type='html'>Hey dickbag, you know who you are...I don't yet but when I find out, look the fuck out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that it's been crazy over here.  still have no internet at the house, which sucks.  I have been parting my ass of had a really nice 4th hanging with my friends.  Work kinda sucks right now, cut hours and everything...fuck.  What can you do ehh?  Anyway that's it for now, I have to get back to the dalily grind keep on keeping on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-1087583072125256074?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/1087583072125256074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=1087583072125256074' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/1087583072125256074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/1087583072125256074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/07/misery-inc.html' title='misery inc.'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-7506977840673090682</id><published>2008-06-23T18:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T18:57:53.382-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='george carlin'/><title type='text'>I started a Joke.</title><content type='html'>Rather He started a joke, and it don't not make the whole world cry.  Fuck no it made us Laugh our cocks off.  George Carlin, may you rest in peace.  I love watching Carlin do his job, I love nothing more than watching Carlin work...it's true.  The Man was a Comic God amongst men.  He Was a force, he had an air about him.  I was lucky to see the man live in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Englewood&lt;/span&gt;, NJ and I will now never forget that memory.  He was funny and smart and had a way with word and phrases that no other comic had.  He had that pony tail that was the only thing he wore that could distract you, aside from that he wore black.  No funny t-shirts, no leather suits, no sparkle jackets, no sport coat No trappings some comics try to use.  He wore black because it was not what he wore on stage that you wanted to see you wanted to see him and hear him.  Calling myself a comic is like calling myself a god damned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt;. for putting a band-aid on someone who is cut, But I do, do stand-up and I tell jokes...and he was my hero.   when I do stand-up I wear black.   I could gush on for days but that's silly.  George Carlin has passed, no go and hit you-tube and watch Brilliance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-7506977840673090682?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7506977840673090682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=7506977840673090682' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/7506977840673090682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/7506977840673090682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-started-joke.html' title='I started a Joke.'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-5123710142874904638</id><published>2008-06-20T14:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T14:25:15.572-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roller costers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Great Adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jersey City Tattoo Co.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryborg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chuck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Godfater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heat'/><title type='text'>got the time.</title><content type='html'>yeah I got the time to write blogs, but we still don't have the interwebs over at the 3 2 8, which sucks giant balls.  Lets see what have I been up to lately.  I got a new Tattoo again from Chuck over at the Jersey City Tattoo co., like a bunch of other people I got the 13 on the 13 for 13.  I got a 13 in the godfather style font on my right upper chest between my collarbone and shoulder.  I have been kinda slackin on my running but it's been fuckin hot out, I need to get a jump rope this week.  I also went to Great adventure with Mikey, Ali, Ryborg and lady friend, it was a fuckin blast.  What a great day to hit 6 flags we went on Tuesday it was warm not hot, sunny but with some clouds, and there was not a lot of people at the park.  Granted the majority of people who where there, man it was Ugly day.  we Hit up Nitro (awesome) Batman (always a favorite) the dark knight (not Worth the wait) El toro (holy shit awesome!!!) and Mike and I hit Kin-da ka (that shit is so fast you don't have time to realize whats goin on!)   it was a great day and with awesome friends.  Aside from that I have been really enjoying myself so far this summer.  I promise to be back to working capacity with a new modem soon.  laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-5123710142874904638?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5123710142874904638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=5123710142874904638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/5123710142874904638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/5123710142874904638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/06/got-time.html' title='got the time.'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-5653962192234320705</id><published>2008-06-09T18:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T20:23:11.564-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roommate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old folks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='328'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heat'/><title type='text'>Too Hot</title><content type='html'>Holy gorilla fuck is it hot outside, Like Kool and the gang said it's too hot lady gotta run for shelter, gotta run for shade. Over at the 3-2-8 it's a steamy mess. last night the new roommate and I tried everything to keep cool. This included but not limited to such activities like sticking our heads in the freezer, wetting bandannas and putting them on our heads (we looked like members of some low level boy band.) and my favorite wetting said bandanna, and letting it freeze a little and the putting it on my head..ahh good times.&lt;br /&gt;So I am gonna help you out with some tips on how to keep cool in the hot hot heat. Take a nice cool not cold but a cool shower...and hey why not take it with a friend, sexy, cool...not so much crazy. Try sleeping with an Ice cube on your chest it keep you cool and when you move Hooo boy a lil cold water fun. Also if you see old people out in this weather make sure to dump cold water on them, they like that. Now I know what I am saying and I'm not under some weird mind control...but be careful with your drinking in weather like this, you could get over heated and suffer some horrible after affects which would all lead to someone dropping a beer...tragic. Well I'm off to suffer some more in this heat, stay cool everyone, like a bunch a' lil Fonzies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-5653962192234320705?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5653962192234320705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=5653962192234320705' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/5653962192234320705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/5653962192234320705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/06/too-hot.html' title='Too Hot'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-7701334094951177428</id><published>2008-06-09T18:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T18:59:21.052-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thank you'/><title type='text'>Thank you for being a friend.</title><content type='html'>To everyone who apparently suffers through my awful spelling and grammar thanks.  You guys came to my defence and I do appreciate you all.  the people who read my blog, have a laugh or get upset at something stupid I said.  so thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-7701334094951177428?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7701334094951177428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=7701334094951177428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/7701334094951177428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/7701334094951177428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/06/thank-you-for-being-friend.html' title='Thank you for being a friend.'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-6381730238931991652</id><published>2008-06-05T18:09:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T18:33:28.866-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Upswing.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sit-ups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuck you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cherry coke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SweetPea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Push-ups'/><title type='text'>You can't bring me down</title><content type='html'>Ya know a while back me and cherry made piece.  I enjoy taking to the girl we always have a fun conversation.  I thought the days of the blog war was over.   someone has come out of the shadows ,  it seems someone who is reading this here Blog has a lot to say, but they do not have the balls to put an name it what they have to say. They just go on and make cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' anonymous statements about me.  That I am too old for some people Here are the facts kids. I'm 33 Not that old in the scheme of things.  They have called me fat boy, well as for being fat, ya know maybe a few month ago and certainly a few years ago Calling me fat would be a true statement, But I am currently in the best shape of my life. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rockin&lt;/span&gt; a size 34 pants, something I have not been able to do since, oh, high school. I am running with the help of Coach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sweetpea&lt;/span&gt;, I'm doing push-up and sit-up and since I started I have gotten a lot better with that. So sure I still have a gut and I'm not going to start hanging out with out my t-shirt on but those days are fast approaching. Ya see what I'm saying is that after a long time I think I am starting to get my shit together. I am on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt;' upswing people and I think I have a hater in my midst. So whom ever you are no, you can not bring me down. I have seem the bottom of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; barrel I wrote my god damn name on it so while I'm swimming up, you are just sinking lower. Do yourself a favor use all that energy you are using to post little comments here and either make your life a little better or go fuck yourself with something hard and sand-paper-y.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-6381730238931991652?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6381730238931991652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=6381730238931991652' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/6381730238931991652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/6381730238931991652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-cant-bring-me-down.html' title='You can&apos;t bring me down'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-3687383109079112688</id><published>2008-06-02T15:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T17:22:55.313-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slacked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m sorry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L.E.E.&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot drunk Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='June'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.B.Q'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>I'm Sorry.</title><content type='html'>Man I totally slacked last month on the blog, and for that I'm sorry folks I will bust my ass this month to let you know all about my Oh so exciting life.  Also new this month, every Blog title will be the name of a song.  It will relate trust me.   if you want you can make it a game and try to guess who sang the song..see fun.&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday afternoon I took the L.E.E. The Law Enforcement Exam, and fingers crossed I say that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; I did a good job.  I am pleased with myself...it was an ego boost I needed after the last week.  I had a rough one, granted I had a wonderful memorial day weekend, But like I try not to always say, when you have too much good in your life, Life always brings you down a notch.  Quick run down Boy meets Hot Drunk Girl, H.D. Girl is all over boy, Boy does right thing and does not take advantage of H.D. girl, invites her to B.B.Q. we go Have a great time feel a connection, Boy walks on cloud all till Monday night at 11:59 when I get the Text, lets be friends.  FUCK!  I though I got past smart funny guy friend...but I am not taking this lying down good people, I will talk to her and try &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;to make&lt;/span&gt; her mine.  or Fail, but hey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why someone invented day drinking.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; about it for here be on the look out for more from Me June is starting to look like a great time!   See you next time when I type,  "that's why my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; it does not make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; to play with more than 2 pussies."  till then see you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-3687383109079112688?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3687383109079112688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=3687383109079112688' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/3687383109079112688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/3687383109079112688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry.'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-8329770552016341761</id><published>2008-05-19T15:27:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T15:52:15.117-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L.E.E.&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucky 7&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lampPost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LuLu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SweetPea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Police Officer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'>I am not the Law yet but...</title><content type='html'>So some of you may not know but I am taking the L.E.E. on may 31st. Hey Rs3 what is the L.E.E.? well it's the Law Enforcement Examination, yeah that's right I am thinking of becoming an Officer of the Law. Here in the City that I love, It's a great career, 20 years of service then you get a good pension, insurance for myself and my family if I ever have one. But before I count my chickens, I have to A) pass the Test, and then if I do that and get the call I have to B) make it in the academy. To do that I have to be able to do at least35 sit ups and 26 push-ups in a minute, not to mention be able to run a 18 minute mile and a half. My ass is not ready for that I figure I have 6 months to get my ass in shape.&lt;br /&gt;So I enlisted Sweetpea to be my coach. She is the one to motivate me to get out and run. she has already scolded me for not having running shoes already. I guess my first day of physical fitness started on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;She called me and told me to meet her at LampPost for a drink and that's when I asked her to be my coach. She said she would. So we left the Post, went down to her house so she could take a shower and what not the plan was to hit liberty state park to fly a kite (and no, I do not have herpes, you don't have to have herpes to fly a kite, but according to the commercials for Valtrax, I think it helps.) So we walked from her place to the Park she was armed with her skateboard and I was armed with a Kite. she was doing a little bit of skating and I ran along side her to keep up. then we walked some more...at some point we got to the area in the park where they have the workout stations, so she said well might as well start to work out now, so we did the park work out. It was fun sit ups I did them, push ups I did them, and I was feeling proud of myself. we walk a little more then flew our kite and headed home. when I finally got back to my place I was fuckin sore. I took a really hot shower and the said fuck it ran a bath and relaxed in my jacuzzi tub (oh yeah that's right we have one here at the 3-2-8) I ten went to Lucky's to grab some food and some drinks, meet up with Ed, Zack, The Reverend Dan and Cindy. after a few drinks I went out to a party near the heights with LuLu, we had a really good time she got drunk and we headed home...the rest is sleep. so yeah I guess this starts my new regimen of work out. I sit and write this while waiting for coach Sweetpea to call me so we can go for a run...whoo hoo. well that's it for now don't forget to keep your toaster out of the bathroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-8329770552016341761?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8329770552016341761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=8329770552016341761' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/8329770552016341761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/8329770552016341761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/05/let-good-times-roll.html' title='I am not the Law yet but...'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-6690236364650294989</id><published>2008-05-12T18:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T18:41:47.133-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horseman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='d.j.ing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jersey Devil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'>where is my head?</title><content type='html'>Well I have been keeping busy, hanging out with friends, working, D.J.ing, playing Scrabulious on facebook, drinking and reading. I have been kinda working on something I have not worked on in some time.  I have an Idea for a short story running around in my head.   I think this is a winner.  Not a flight of fancy but a real Harsh horror tale.  I have the premise, I kinda have an ending, I have motive and I have one grizzly death to write.  All I will give you right now is the title "Jersey Devil" I hope to have it done by summers end I am thinking of 200 pages.  who knows if I will finish it, it could sit in the either like "horseman."  Granted Horseman was to be a graphic novel that I never found an artist for, but that's still an excuse.  well that's what I have been working on.  wish me luck, and beware sewer plates they can kill ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-6690236364650294989?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6690236364650294989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=6690236364650294989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/6690236364650294989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/6690236364650294989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/05/where-is-my-head.html' title='where is my head?'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-5861410646436873389</id><published>2008-05-08T02:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T02:37:16.290-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good'/><title type='text'>do you think about life after death?</title><content type='html'>I was posed this question today. Yea I do.I want to call it life after life, cause I think Death is an impasse to make other peoples life a tad bit harder.  they feel loss, so that it completes a fucked upped  shit circle of grief.  I pray there is, cause as wonderful life is, it can be a cunt. You have to think life is wonderful. Sure it shits on you and it's the opposite of easy. We carry on. That's why I think there is something more. The Really good people I don't think they have to wait. The sinners, we know purgatory, cause we lived life to good..we need to want it. The Evil, those that lead the good to bad paths. The one's who make other's life hard, The one who intend the hurt...they go to the place where what they produced, hurt and pain I think they will never know, what it feels like to be loved. I guess that's the moral, Love people, Love Life, and you will know Love. So if you're a douche, change you ways...cause it will suck...You'll never learn, and you'll burn.&lt;br /&gt;So that is my answer, that's what I believe. I'm full of love, I have a lot of it, so maybe I'll be O.K.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-5861410646436873389?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5861410646436873389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=5861410646436873389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/5861410646436873389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/5861410646436873389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/05/do-you-think-about-life-after-life.html' title='do you think about life after death?'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-5970695716480232262</id><published>2008-05-07T03:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T03:13:06.731-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings.'/><title type='text'>growing up</title><content type='html'>Here is a funny question...when was the last time you wanted to do something silly?&lt;br /&gt;Something that made no sense?&lt;br /&gt;something that was innocent and fun?&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time you wanted to stand outside and spin?&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time you called your friends just so you could play hide and go seek or manhunt?&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time Joy did not come out of a bottle, weed or a powder?&lt;br /&gt;what happened?&lt;br /&gt;do we still chase our youth?&lt;br /&gt;we should.  &lt;br /&gt;Cause it was perfect. &lt;br /&gt;we did not know life.&lt;br /&gt; we knew fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-5970695716480232262?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5970695716480232262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=5970695716480232262' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/5970695716480232262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/5970695716480232262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/05/growing-up.html' title='growing up'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-6864743167750966173</id><published>2008-05-06T18:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T19:24:03.979-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Park tavern'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='after party.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryborg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='58'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mandy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LuLu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SweetPea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mander'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J-pac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lampPost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timmah'/><title type='text'>Lets finish this weekned BS up already.</title><content type='html'>when I last left you, I had staggered home and hung out with grace.  she was a little too drunk to go home so she stayed over.  woke up and I had some shit to do I was all psyched for Saturday night cause Brooks asked me to D.J. the LampPost that night, now my original plan was to hook up with a bunch of people and do a sort of JC bar crawl.  I ditched that idea to D.J., drink for free and get payed to play music which I love to do it was a can't loose situation.  I was also looking forward to getting a park Tavern Burger with Reever from Pop's, Reever is a beautiful 6' girl who sometimes hangs at pops. Nice Irish girl, red hair (aww yea) but she has a sparkling personality.  We were to goto the Park Tavern cause she never had a PT burger (and if you have not yet had one I suggest you do at the earliest convience)  so I sat around the house for a while, then Justin AKA new roommate was gonna stop over with a check to hold the apartment.  he came over around 3:30 with his Girlfriend who is a lovely girl.  she liked the apartment so it looks like this is gonna work out.  I started to get ready for my Burger meeting when Reever text's me she is running late,  she got pulled over doing 90 MPH on rt 440...silly fast driving girl.  we meet up and it was a wonderful time at PT burger was great as per usual we get back to the DT/JC and she takes her leave.  I have to get my shit ready to head over to LampPost but I stop into pops to meet up with Seany, an O.  we have a few bud but zero hour was descending on me.&lt;br /&gt;Get to LampPost when I realize that the CD mixer was not to be found...FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;That means I have to run i tunes, and windows media.  But what really upset me was I wanted to play c.d.'s a try out to see if I can play audio from YouTube also.  so from my trusty lap to I managed to do all 4 things, and it was a great time.  I was also excited to see Mandy and Mundo how cam all the way from Bloomfield to celebrate my B-day with me.  Cindy and the good Reverend Dan came thru, Ron and brooks held the fort down, but it was a light night due to 58 was having the Amsterdance.  ahh well Sweet pea and her friends stopped by as well as Mander, LuLu, and one of their compartiots. I can't for get about J-pac and his roommate who can bang his head with the best of them.  All in all it was a great night.  after it was all said and done Ron, Brooks and I stopped by the Amster-party (like an after party) at Emily Faiths house. At this point I was way too fucked up to continue to drink and Timmah said  something about McDonald's...So I listened to the Fat lil Kid that still lives in my head and I went.  we had to make a pit stop at Lena's (Beautiful bartender at Lucky 7's)  place cause someone lost a phone or something like that I was pretty drunk at this point.  I get home with my McDonald's sit in my room eat and pass out.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was pretty boring did my wash, was supposed to go out to see baby mama with LuLu but LuLu Being LuLu she flaked ehh whatever  I sat up till 5am watching hell boy and the making of hellboy DVD and that is as the kids say is that.  all in all a pretty rad birthday celebration and I would like to thank all the people who got me drinks, hung out and where general well wishers.  and with that I leave you with this please always remember to put the cap back on the toothpaste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-6864743167750966173?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6864743167750966173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=6864743167750966173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/6864743167750966173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/6864743167750966173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/05/lets-finish-this-weekned-bs-up-already.html' title='Lets finish this weekned BS up already.'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-294275397012968292</id><published>2008-05-05T17:56:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T18:31:41.545-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amandama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stan Lee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iron Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S.H.I.E.L.D.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marvel Universe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryborg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timmah'/><title type='text'>May 2nd=Iron f'n Man</title><content type='html'>So I wake up on Friday morning a little worse for the wear but hey it's par of the course you drink Like I did on my birthday your going to wake up a bit off.  I had a horrible leg cramp which woke me up so that aint cool.  I was a bit disappointed cause I was supposed to see Kevin Smith (director of Clerks, Mallrats and jersey girl...that's right I went with Jersey girl.) But The Reverend Dan and I found out Thursday that Mr. Smith postponed his speaking engagement till February 2009...What the fuck dude?  So I figured well if I'm not gonna do that and I don't have to work...I'll take my dad to go see Iron Man cause we both were really psyched to see that it look like a sure fire hit.  I spent the day with Ryborg where I asked him if he would like to see the movie, he was in for it.   So my dad, Ryborg and I set out to see Iron Man in edgewater and here is what I though about it.&lt;br /&gt;IRONMAN:&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit they fuckin nailed it.  Jon Favreau is a master for this film.  He rallied to get his man and he did, I can not imagine a better person to play Tony Stark aka Iron man then  Robert Downey Jr. Robert Downey Jr. is with out a doubt Tony Stark.  It was like when I saw Micky Rourke as Marv in Sin city, perfect casting.   He had the feel of the character, the look the perfectly manicured Goatee (I wish my goatee was that pimp.) the voice everything was Tony Stark.  Terrence Howard was a great Jim Rhodes, I even liked Gwyneth Paltrows turn as Pepper Potts.   I will say since I just watched the Big Labowski it was a little hard to see Jeff Bridges Play a heavy but that awesome beard and shaved head helped it out (granted was I the only one to think...Holy shit the dude's head is HUGE?)   I Suit looked like it stepped off the page. Even the first cumbersome suit like Jack Kirby drew it onto film.&lt;br /&gt;The Plot was more than just an Origin story it really was a good one.  But this movie packed more Dorkgasim moments then any other comic film in a long while.  They had S.H.I.E.L.D. not just the name but the shield Logo in a parking deck.  The reference to the Mandarin (Iron Man major villain in the comic book a Japanese Power broker with world domination on his plate who wears Ten Rings of Power) was there with the Ten Rings terrorist faction.  But the best Geek moment, for me was the Stan Lee Cameo.  Stan Lee has had a small part in all marvel movies based on if he created them.  X-men, yup he was a hog dog vendor, Boo.  Fantastic Four, he was a mail man in the first and him self in the second, eeh.  He was also in all the spider-man films as a guy who is on the street. But the Powers that be put Stan "the man" Lee in the place he should be.  Tony Stark arrives at a fundraiser, as he walks up the red carpet and pats an guy on his back, a man flanked by two beautiful girls, he says Hef Looking good the man turns around and YES it's Stan Lee.  perfect if that takes place in the Marvel Universe...the Comic book Marvel universe it would make sense that in the universe, Stan Lee would be the coolest man alive...Hugh Heffner.  I really loved that bit. &lt;br /&gt;IRON Man really knocked it out of the ball park go see it. Oh and fellow geeks stay till the very end!  that all I will say. &lt;br /&gt;after the movie I went to Pop's had some drinks,Hung out with amandama, Timmah, Raz, Sara, and Kevin.  I even Found my new roommate Justin. went home and then Grace called so we had some drinks.  well that was Friday.  Stay tuned for Saturday where I will be heard saying...NO, I A, NOT GOING TO PLAY THAT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-294275397012968292?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/294275397012968292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=294275397012968292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/294275397012968292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/294275397012968292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-2ndiron-fn-man.html' title='May 2nd=Iron f&apos;n Man'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-7451686594464786913</id><published>2008-05-05T13:41:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T14:30:00.013-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryborg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cindy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PBR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smithwicks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reverend Dan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Knot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bextacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J-pac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abby&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Powers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucky 7&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lampPost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'>Older, better, drunker.</title><content type='html'>So it was my birthday this past weekend (starting Wednesday.) and I had a great time! Wednesday was the start and it was a good one. Midnight came and with it May 1st My birthday I was at pops and that's when the drinks started to flow. Cisco set up some Powers we did some shots, Mitch and Sean S. got me some beers and a shot and at that point I had to get over to LampPost, to continue. Got to lamppost and Steff and brooks where so nice as always, then Silk got me one big honking shot the beets and shots kept coming, I had to get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up feeling fine which I was surprised about. Went to work got my shit for the night, Yes I worked on my birthday, I reasoned that given that I will be out at bars May as well work and reap the benefits. I also had to look forward to Bextacy coming by to take me pout for dinner. she came by we hung out most of the afternoon then it was dinner time over at the Embankment. Man that place is fancy, I have to suggest you go there and order the pork belly....soooo fuckin good. After a wonderful dinner I went home and got ready for my night.&lt;br /&gt;Started at Abby's, Amy got me some beer Cindy and the Reverend Dan got me a drink, J-Pac rolled through, and we went to Lucky 7's (Drink tally so far...3 smithwicks, one shot of powers)&lt;br /&gt;At 7's my I got a beer from J the Bartender, and his cousin tom backed me up. At this point this beautiful Tattooed creature approached me, had to be over 6' tall with heels, Jet Black hair, Blood red lipstick, this woman looked like Cat von D, no fucking Lie. one of those girls you have a hard time talking to cause you mind is racing about thing you will never get to do to her. once I was done running her I.D. she asked me if I wanted a shot, yea I want a shot! She got me a shot of the Knot, for those who don't know what the knot is it's a whiskey infused with honey tastes like cream soda, goes down super smooth but is 106 proof, shit will knock you on your dick!&lt;br /&gt;then I ran into Mike A. who said since it was my birthday anything I wanted was on him. So I got another PBR and a double shot of powers. then it was time to hit Pops. (drink Tally now 3 smithwicks, 3 shots of powers, one shot of 106 proof Knot, and 4 PBRs)&lt;br /&gt;Pops was fun Ryborg, Lady friend, Cisco all the folks where out and the drinks came some more I had 2 buds and 2 shots of powers. but Alas it was getting to be lamp post time. we settled up and we are on to LampPost (Drink Tally: 5 shots Powers, 2 buds, 3 smithwicks, 4 PBR's and 1 shot the knot)&lt;br /&gt;Lamp post is when things start to go blurry, I know I had at least 2 more shots, and about 4 or 5 more PBR's. I know I was pretty slammed, I know Brooks asked me to D.J. for Saturday, I know I left there and hung out with Grace, I know I got called to go back cause I left Adams (co-worker) bag behind the bar. so yeah My birthday was pretty fun! (last drink tally: 8 or 9 PBR's, 7 shots of powers, 3 smithwicks, 2 buds, and 1 shot of the knot) Man I think I may have a problem...nah. well that's it for Thursday night I'll be back in a while with my rundown of Friday, plus my Review of IRON MAN. till then remember do not leave small children near pools.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-7451686594464786913?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7451686594464786913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=7451686594464786913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/7451686594464786913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/7451686594464786913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/05/older-better-drunker.html' title='Older, better, drunker.'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-4906813323715384254</id><published>2008-04-30T20:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T20:30:44.528-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='33'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clerks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dante'/><title type='text'>This is the last Blog...</title><content type='html'>I will post while still being 32.  as of midnight tonight RS3 will be 33.  Yeah I know "old Balls, Gross" but it happens, you get old.  as 33 comes I hope for a better year, then my last.  I'm not saying I did not have a blast, but I had some pretty dark and down moments.  Such is Life.  As Dante once said (Hicks not Alighieri) Thats all life is a series of down endings,  Now I don't really subscribe to that as a whole,  It does have a dash of truth.   I would like to think I'm a glass is half full kinda guy.  well let me be off to shower and get ready to work and then have me some fun.   I leave you with this, Let he who is with out sin cast the first stone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-4906813323715384254?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4906813323715384254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=4906813323715384254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/4906813323715384254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/4906813323715384254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-last-blog.html' title='This is the last Blog...'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-1522175186142085720</id><published>2008-04-28T04:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T04:18:23.443-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mac chick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='May 20th'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lampPost'/><title type='text'>Thats advertising!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/SBWIQuyydSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/6D2bJiACPsA/s1600-h/20DaysLater8x10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194207566262072610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/SBWIQuyydSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/6D2bJiACPsA/s320/20DaysLater8x10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holy fuckin shit I'm gonna be 33 this year. That's right RS3 will be 33. I hope it's a good year I mean not one but a year with two 3's. I had yet to figure what I was gonna do to celebrate by 33rd year on Earth. Go to Lucky's? ehhh, been there done that. Do it at POP's....over done? well I did not know where to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wait I'm D.J.ing the Lamp post on May 21, 20 days after my birthday...or 20 days later. I like Zombies. I loved 28 days later. 20 days later. lets go for it. I asked first the reverend Dan to do it, But I was slow on the uptake to ask him again. I told it to Bextacy and she said I can do that. and she did. what a job. Thanks Beck's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-1522175186142085720?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/1522175186142085720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=1522175186142085720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/1522175186142085720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/1522175186142085720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/04/thats-advertising.html' title='Thats advertising!'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/SBWIQuyydSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/6D2bJiACPsA/s72-c/20DaysLater8x10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-6467529485578099487</id><published>2008-04-21T16:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T16:39:23.564-04:00</updated><title type='text'>But what did you Buy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/SAz7SUZmX0I/AAAAAAAAADY/8v91pSIpKJ0/s1600-h/1ij.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191800762583637826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/SAz7SUZmX0I/AAAAAAAAADY/8v91pSIpKJ0/s320/1ij.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/SAz7S0ZmX1I/AAAAAAAAADg/jFzqwqZke_s/s1600-h/1raisethedead3b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191800771173572434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/SAz7S0ZmX1I/AAAAAAAAADg/jFzqwqZke_s/s320/1raisethedead3b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so what did I buy at the NYCC, lets see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 t-shirts, one a black t with a blood stain that is a skull and it says "BRUTAL" do to the fact that I love Metalocalypse, and Nathan Explosion...Brutal fit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;another t is a white t with a screen printed Godzilla over a Japanese flag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An Indiana Jones Limited edition Crate that had packed in it the three little Sankara Stones from the temple of doom and the cup of Christ from the last crusade. it was a blind package (you could have also found a tablet and the golden Idol from Raiders of the lost arc, or the Crystal skull) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also purchased the Killing Joke hard cover 20th anniversary edition recolored by Brian Bolland. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preacher graphic Novels 1-4, some pins, an autographed Arthur Suydam poster of zombie Marilyn Monroe done in a Warhol homage. (it's just the art not any of the words) And that was pretty much it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-6467529485578099487?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6467529485578099487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=6467529485578099487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/6467529485578099487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/6467529485578099487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/04/but-what-did-you-buy.html' title='But what did you Buy?'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/SAz7SUZmX0I/AAAAAAAAADY/8v91pSIpKJ0/s72-c/1ij.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-5792920056731834444</id><published>2008-04-21T14:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T16:15:46.892-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comic. Comic con'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preacher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ron Perlman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stan Lee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hellboy 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geeky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dork'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selma Blair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guillermo Del Toro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex Ross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geeks'/><title type='text'>The Rundown: New York Comic Con 3.</title><content type='html'>This past weekend I spent two days at the New York Comic Con which will be called the NYCC from here on in. This is the third year I have gone and like the past two years it was great. It's is a surreal place to be. The god's of comics walk among us, a place where you can dress like what ever you can imagine and only be judge slightly (fat girls in Gold lemme not good.) This is the place where the Comic book is celebrated like it is the fuckin bible.&lt;br /&gt;Friday afternoon I left the JC to hit the Path, to make my way to the land of sequential art. it was a gloriously warm day in Gotham as I hopped in a cab and we headed to the Javits center. The line this year was way better then the past 2 years, thank Christ. Within 15 minutes I was inside. Dark Horse, DC, Marvel, Image, and tons of small press co. all commingling. I was all a twitter I did not what to see first or look for, my head was on overload.&lt;br /&gt;Now This year there were three things I really wanted to do Meet Stan "the Man" Lee, Alex Ross, and hopefully get to meet the cast of Hellboy 2 and the man with one of the most amazing visual style in the game Guillermo Del Toro.&lt;br /&gt;well I missed the Stan lee ticket giveaway, but hey I will still be there for Alex Ross on Saturday. I also picked up my my raffle ticket for the Hellboy 2 signing that was going to happen on Saturday afternoon, there was gonna be limited placed in the line and the raffle was going to be picked Saturday morning afternoon. I walked around did some shopping (my list of purchase will follow in another blog.) Now I knew that legendary writer/ artist Kyle Baker was gonna be on hand so I made sure that I took the Joker magnet off my fridge cause he did the art for it years ago. I approached him with it and asked him to sign it. He looked at it said "so they turned this piece into a magnet too, you know them corporate will pay you for your art and then just run with it" he was very nice and friendly we chatted for a bit and then I moved on. did some more looking around just having a good ole time. it was getting a bit late so I was sore (I think I packed my bag a little too heavy) and besides it was 7ish so time to wrap it up I had Saturday to look forward to. I sat in a panel for the Marvels Secret Invasion, say what you will about Marvel Comic Editor in Chief Joe Quasada, that's one funny guy. fun panel (filled with a lot of real Geeks the guy sitting next to me had the greasy hair combed tight to his head wearing a Canadian tuxedo (see super troopers, the guy even had the nerd laugh and voice to go along with everything else this guy was really right out of revenge of the nerds.) and now it was time to take on more walk through and head home. As I made my way to the exit I decided to pick up some graphic novels, hey 25% is a great discount. So I went to the Jim Hanley's Universe to grab a few Graphic Novels I settled in with Garth Ennis' Preacher (I have the G.N. But I can't find them in my long boxes so it a great Read fuck it get them again.) While I was there looking at all the stuff they had I turn around and who else is buying Graphic Novels with my but Bill Hader (SNL, Forgetting Sarah Marshall) I asked him if he would Pose for a picture he was like sure. I said you know we have to justify to the non-believers that this is a legitimate art form and cool people are into it. At this he replied Where are the cool people? we all laughed he went his way I left the con hopped a shuttle bus walked to the path and headed back to the DT/JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: woke up at 9pm, with a bit of a hangover, walked to Paradise grabbed a breakfast sandwich and some drinks for the day, then hit the path, cab and goto the Javits. Surprising there was no line just walked right in...amazing.  First thing I did was get a scetch from Beetle Baily Creator the great Mort Walker, what a truly nice man. walked around again took the sights in. Saturday the room was packed. Walked around picking up a few t-shirts (brutal) and some more Preacher Graphic Novels. I went to the Alex Ross area and asked the guy when Alex was doing his signing he said around 3 or 4, I then asked if you needed a ticket he said no...awesome.&lt;br /&gt;it was now around 1:30 when I went to see if I made it into the HB2 Signing they picked 80 numbers and 20 alternates. My number was the last number on the alternate list. Fuckin Great. I have to see if the first 80 don't make it and then have to deal with 19 alternates and then I just may get to make it in. as the day wore on I went to get in line for Alex Ross when someone told me they gave out 75 tickets earlier in the day. FUCK! No Stan Lee, No Alex Ross, and 99 numbers to contend with for the hell boy signing. around 3:30 I went back to the Dark Horse Area and lo and behold it was 45 mins to go till the signing and not all of the numbers had been taken, I went up showed the lady my number and she said well there you go her is your wrist band...HOLY SHIT I was gonna meet the Cast, director and creator of hellboy! I took my place in line when I found out that 100 numbers had been picked from over 3000 tickets give out I really got lucky on this one. As I stood in line Zack from pops called he was in the house I meet up with him he found me on the line, we shot the shit when Alex my boss from work rolled in, wow 4 is the time to be at comic con I guess. It was 4:22 when the cast came out. the crowed went ape shit! as I stood there I ran in to my old pal Soppy, I have not seen him really since NJCU Days, we talked and then it was my turn to meet the actors and get them to sign 1 thing. shit I really wanted to get them to sign my Hellboy DVD booklet, first up was Doug Jones (Abe Sapian) really nice guy they each had a comic from the movie with their respected Character on the cover he signed that and my DVD book, awesome. next was Selma Blair(Liz Sherman) wow what an amazing beauty in person...she was stunning I really did not talk to her as my tounge had become tied. when I asked her to sign my DVD book she had no problem wow 2 down! Next up was the Big Man Himself Ron Perlman(Hellboy) I have more or less grew up watching this guy. My parents always watched Beauty and the beast when I was a kid, plus he always pops up in interesting shows and movies. This is not a small man by no means. I asked him to sign the booklet and he said "you got it pal" what a Nice guy, after him was the Father of Hellboy Mr Mike Mignola. nice guy who also had no problem signing my DVD, last but not least was Mr. Guillermo Del Toro...I walked up to him and said "You sir are a Genius" he said "nah I am just a man who makes movies for people like you. he signed my DVD book and told me good luck. It is only a matter of time before this guy wins an Oscar and I got to shake his hand. it was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;after all that I had to catch my breath and ran in to Soppy again he asked if I would like to join him in going to the Quick Stop entertainment Panel at 5 or something like that I said sure we killed some time got in line and had a blast in the panel. They showed us some behind the scenes stuff from Kevin Smiths New project Zak and Miri Make a porno starring Seth Rogan (knocked up) and Elizabeth Banks (40 year old Virgin) gave out some prizes good time. It was now time for me to take off and head home. I look forward to the NYCC next year. till then don't forget to put that comic back with it's bag and board. (P.S. PIC's will be up this week somewhere)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-5792920056731834444?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5792920056731834444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=5792920056731834444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/5792920056731834444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/5792920056731834444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/04/rundown-new-york-comic-con-3.html' title='The Rundown: New York Comic Con 3.'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-2804293838947844535</id><published>2008-04-19T19:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T19:33:45.192-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comic con'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comic books'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>full Comic con break down..Oh and I also got to meet the full cast of hellboy 2 and it's director. tomorrow..I love you tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-2804293838947844535?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2804293838947844535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=2804293838947844535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/2804293838947844535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/2804293838947844535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/04/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-2885829982922673630</id><published>2008-04-17T16:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T16:35:19.950-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='needles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hell Boy 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='al'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comic books'/><title type='text'>I know call me a slacker.</title><content type='html'>yeah I know I have been slacking on the blog thing but I have been busy.  staying out too late, drinking too much.  Plus it's starting to get really nice so really who wants to stay in and blog.  I am really excited cause tomorrow is the New York Comic Con.  I can not wait. I know I'm doing tomorrow (so that I can get the right arm bands for the big signings like Stan lee and Alex Ross.)&lt;br /&gt;I also really want to make sure I get in for the hell boy 2 Talk back with the stars of the film and director.  good times I am psyched.   Things have been kinda lame of late, been working my ass off last wee was a bitch, but ehh what you gonna do.  well that's really it.  Look forward to my updates on the comic con. Hopefully I'll get some awesome pics like I did last year.  remember don't share needles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-2885829982922673630?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2885829982922673630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=2885829982922673630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/2885829982922673630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/2885829982922673630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-know-call-me-slacker.html' title='I know call me a slacker.'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-2794747979810964556</id><published>2008-04-11T05:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T05:26:25.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sucker.</title><content type='html'>thats me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-2794747979810964556?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2794747979810964556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=2794747979810964556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/2794747979810964556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/2794747979810964556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/04/sucker.html' title='sucker.'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-2329048241373621509</id><published>2008-04-10T04:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T04:27:24.087-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Really'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SP'/><title type='text'>REALLY 2: Really again.</title><content type='html'>that Guy? wait for it, And by it, I mean  a date Rape.  Really? is it that funny.  Let him entertain you now.  Evil Jokes. Really?   You give him that hug. I get. that hug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-2329048241373621509?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2329048241373621509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=2329048241373621509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/2329048241373621509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/2329048241373621509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/04/really-2-really-again.html' title='REALLY 2: Really again.'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-2617680594724976719</id><published>2008-04-10T03:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T04:13:04.891-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copywritten 4/10/08'/><title type='text'>yourmytwentyfivecentfriend</title><content type='html'>You call me, cause I got your fix.  I respond, cause you got what I need.&lt;br /&gt;In your mind you are helping, but your not.   Call me when you need something, SOMETHING REAL.&lt;br /&gt;You help me work.  I preform a service.  I got.  what you need.  you got. what I want.&lt;br /&gt;symbiotic.   relationship.  Consumer rational, friendship.&lt;br /&gt;Call and be honest.  I respect that.  Please don't front. I hate that.(2X)&lt;br /&gt;want to hang out, that's cool.  for 25 seconds that's not cool.(2X)&lt;br /&gt;it's what I have, on me, not what I,have within me.&lt;br /&gt;You help me work.  I preform. a fucking service. I got.  What you need. You got. What I want.&lt;br /&gt;Symbiotic.  Relationship.  Consumer rational. friendship.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the devil,  I'm you death.  You hate me. You fuckin love me.  YOU FUCKIN' HATE ME, YOU FUCKIN LOVE ME, CAUSE YOUR MY DEATH, YOU'RE MY FUCKIN DEVIL.&lt;br /&gt;you call me, cause I got your fix.  I respond. cause you got what I. you got what. you got what.&lt;br /&gt;MY FUCKIN FIX.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-2617680594724976719?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2617680594724976719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=2617680594724976719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/2617680594724976719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/2617680594724976719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/04/yourmytwentyfivecentfriend.html' title='yourmytwentyfivecentfriend'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-4921271041171098510</id><published>2008-04-09T17:17:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T18:09:30.901-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Billy Alpha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rockstar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryborg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WJ and the sweet sacrifice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SweetPea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ro-beast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucky 7&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lampPost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grease fire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plowing Mud Forever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truthers'/><title type='text'>Unexpected parties, Truthers, and way too much booze.</title><content type='html'>alright I have heard you, I know I was being a lazy fuck, but I had some hardcore Bloggers-Block.   I guess the emotion that I spilled out in the past kinda drained me a bit.  Hey I'm only human, and I got bit by the party animal.  I have been having a blast this past week I guess I should start it all going back to this past Saturday.  Last Saturday I was supposed to hang out with a former work friend in the DT/JC.  I recently found out that she has ties to Jersey, basically she has a few friends here in town that I also know.  The plan was gonna be we all meet up and have a crazy night.   The plan fell through, ehh it happens.  My pal Max calls me (one of the shared friends)  and invited me to come and hang out at the Lamp Post.  Some band was goning to play so the plan was to hit the L.P. watch the band and see where the night takes us.   I get there order a beer and Max turns and says I really do not want to be here again, another night, at the Lamp Post.  O.K.  whats the plan?  He was invited to a going away party at some girls house, so we decide to cut out of the bar and head over to this party.  &lt;br /&gt;We get there and the only person I know is Max.  Oh well, lots of hot girls not bad.  As the night progressed the people that where at the party, started to leave.  The Apartment is huge by the way so when people leave it shows.  So as the unknown people start to leave all the Jersey City usual start popping in.  The they started to make calls.  By 3:30am the party was dominated by the J.C. local party people.  At some point Miss Emily Faith thinks it's time to move the party to her house, so, we do.  3:45 in the morning a group of intoxicated young people are walking up Newark Ave.  we looked like some sort of wolf pack. (a wolf pack is a roving group of young tuffs that mug people, be we did not have violence in our eyes just drunkenness.)&lt;br /&gt;We get to Emily's house and it was really nice, a bit more intimate.  Good people having a good time.  I was talking to my pal Doug, who informed me that I'm "a decent guy"  always nice that people think your a nice guy and not some asshole date rapist or Common duche bag.&lt;br /&gt;around 6 A.M. I stumble home.  I get in the house, and knew I had to drop a Deuce.   Sit on the bowl.  Pass out.  I finally finished my business and had the where with all to go to bed.  I did not want the roommate to walk in me doing my drunk imitations of Elvis' last moment.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I spent sleeping, then going to my Parents house I promised my Mom I would go see "21" with her at the movies.  The movie was ehhh.&lt;br /&gt;I was looking forward to Tuesday night. I planned on starting my work shift early so I could end early, and make my way to Hoboken.  I hung out with Sweet Pea a bit while I did the bar hop bit, left her off at Lucky 7's and was really excited to almost be done, all I knew was this was gonna be a fun time.   Ryborg and Ro-beast are in a great Band Called   &lt;a href="http://www.plowingmudforever.com/"&gt;http://www.plowingmudforever.com/&lt;/a&gt; ,They Share a practice space with Billy Alphas band &lt;a href="http://www.wjandthesweetsacrifice.com/"&gt;http://www.wjandthesweetsacrifice.com/&lt;/a&gt;.  the Plan for last night was P.M.F. practices, finish up then Billy and I descend on the space and party like rock stars sans the hot chicks. Billy called it a "truthers"  how true a "rock star" are you can you Drink, Smoke, and still play awesome improvisational music.  I was going for the ride what the hell.  I play excellent Cow bell but I don't think this music was gonna need cow bell.  After they played a few songs They look at me and was like...well aren't you gonna sing?  I have not sang with heart in a long while Rock band and drunken bar sing-a-longs do not count.  So not only did I sing, my ass off, I wrote or rather Improvised all the lyrics to the fuckin' awesome music Borg, Beast and Alpha wrote. all on the spot.  they gave me the name of the tune or I would come up with it on my own and we riffed.  It's like blogging, but with a great beat.  Last night we wrote "hobgoblin" "twentyfivecentfriend" "slice of life" and "bus stop" well bus stop never really got off the ground.  we slept at the space (oh BTW the space is haunted...no Bullshit.)  woke up at 9am Ro-beast drove us all home and that was it.  slept for a bit, went to the office, went to the lamp post to entertain Sweet Pea and now I sit here reflecting on these past few day thinking ahhh good times.  Oh yeah and I got drunk, a lot.  almost every night.  Like I said I got bit by the party animal, and that is why I have not been blogging.  Well that's it for now, but don't forget if you have a grease fire use backing soda, and not water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-4921271041171098510?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4921271041171098510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=4921271041171098510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/4921271041171098510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/4921271041171098510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/04/unexpected-parties-truthers-and-way-too.html' title='Unexpected parties, Truthers, and way too much booze.'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-7239545345347643457</id><published>2008-04-07T05:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T05:10:18.042-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><title type='text'>new post..</title><content type='html'>will come when I'm not drunk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-7239545345347643457?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7239545345347643457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=7239545345347643457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/7239545345347643457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/7239545345347643457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-post.html' title='new post..'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-3658221717624105860</id><published>2008-04-02T03:50:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:14:38.130-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rich girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anthrax'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The One'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryborg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babyhole'/><title type='text'>For Rose.</title><content type='html'>You want personal, here goes. For the past few weeks I have been sitting in my own cold bath of depression.  I am broke.  Broke by both mistakes, and booze, emotionally and financially.  Today was kind of a topper to these past few days.  I have a great support system in my family and friends, and to them, I thank you all.  Today or rather tonight as I sat in my room all ready to be a mopey fuck I had a really warm thought that turned my cold piss and vinegar blood,  it to something warm and fuzzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I was down and drained, I planned on going home after work to listen to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;metallica&lt;/span&gt; and Stu. As I departed a cranky &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ryborg&lt;/span&gt;, he said one thing to me, "don't go home and listen to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;metallica&lt;/span&gt; go home and listen to anthrax." So I got home, opened up my brownie that Dancing Tony gave me and put on Anthrax's persistence of time...Anthrax,  anthrax has had art &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;commissioned&lt;/span&gt; by Alex Ross,  Alex Ross did Marvels. Yeah I was going to read "Marvels" recapture my youth, think of "the one" who gave me the hard cover edition I was holding in my hands, and hide in thoughts of my youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I did this, I thought how my day kinda sucked. went to work to pack up a bag like it was my first day, gone are the days of going into the office and spending the day, collecting hours. Then I went home and called "A" to maybe have a dirty conversation. "A" had taken enough of my shit, and read this here blog, and was waiting to strike. You see I have been a dick to "A". All she wanted was to feel good, she wanted me to make her feel good, and no get your mind out of the gutters. But I'm not ready to make anyone feel "good". Anyway, I was stupid and forgot something she planned, and instead I did something else, with someone else, then played sick, then blogged about what I did that day. I lied to her face, yet told the truth here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was pissed, I'm sorry. She called me "puke". at the time I thought it was funny, but I thought about it and it stung. day goes on. Later in the night I went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Babyhole&lt;/span&gt; to do my stand-up.  Some shitty band played, but I guess they have something cause all the kids came out to watch them stink even "rich girl" (rich girl is a tiny girl who hangs out in the D.T., has an amazing apartment and from what I "hear" lives off mommy and daddy) who even though she broke her foot,  still made it out.  Now was time for the stand up part of the night. The crowd was a bit intoxicated do to the fact that "the Suck band" did not get on stage till 9:40, and stopped sucking after what seemed like forever for me.  Enough to make almost everyone Buzzed or drunk or other wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the first two guys suffer a hard crowd. then it was me. Tough crowd, but I can handle it.   At some point  during my set "rich Girl" took the time to stand up, with her broken foot...look me right in my  eyes and said "you suck!"  I suck. she came out to see "the suck band" but in her mind I "sucked". It hurt, I made a joke, sort of at her expense. people laughed. I then took my leave of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;babyhole&lt;/span&gt; and went out to do the job,  I was hanging out with "O" he has a lot on his mind, He had made a pretty big mistake in his life recently, but that's his bed to sleep in. I tried to help him out, but all I kept seeing in my minds eye was "my mistakes" "the One" and "you suck". Something inside me told me I should not get that messed up. One more beer pay the lady and go home.   I was at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lamppost&lt;/span&gt; with Ryan, his Lady friend, and O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ryborg&lt;/span&gt;, his Lady friend, and I walked back to the corner, he was all cranky and being the drama king he can be. I had enough I said "Fuck you dude you had a bad day, so did I, and you know what, you are going home with a pretty girl." then it him me I was with a pretty girl also today. Her name is Rose and I have first saw her when I went to the apartment to get my Keys, for the first time. she was on the arm of my roommate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose is an older lady, and as I emerged from my apartment with the sun high in the sky, I saw her walking down the street. She had some bags so I asked her if I could help her, she said "sure and thank you" I took her bag of garbage and she took my arm and we started to walk. She asked where I lived, I told her right here.  She then asked if I was Married, "NO" was my reply, she in turn said "I lost my husband , he was 58 years old, Massive heart attack." She continued as we slowly walked up the street. Rose uses a cane to walk "Not at home or in the Office, just on this hard concrete." She also said that she stepped on a nail earlier (in the day, in life?) She went on about her husbands death. "it was supposed to be something small but when the doctors where taking care of him he had the heart attack, and passed." It was three days before her birthday, and she had been in a mass for her parents, who had passed away.  Now that's a bad day. as we walked we talked a little about me and my job. I told her "I work at night" she asked even Friday nights. I said "sometimes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got to her door and she said "oh no Fridays, are when I watch '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wrasslin&lt;/span&gt;'" This Girl loves her '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wrasslin&lt;/span&gt;' (no I'm not making fun of her in anyway, that is how she said it.) She told me how her "girlfriend dates a guy who knows &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Baptista&lt;/span&gt;" and How her friend got word to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Baptista&lt;/span&gt; (a wrestler for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;WWE&lt;/span&gt;) that her girlfriend meaning Rose, was a huge fan. Her face was completely glowing, as she said "He said that next time they are going to come to town he is gonna come get me, In his car."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned to me and asked "what was your name?" I told her my name and she mistakes it for Rob, I corrected her with a smile in my voice. She then responded "I'm Rose, nice to meet you, I will see you soon, I work in the office over here on Saturday stop by" I said "will do, Rose" she turned to her door and was about to walk in when she turned to say to me "your such a nice boy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I sat there last night typing those last words tears running down my face, not tears of sorrow but of hope for my own self. My computer crashed.  I guess I need one more thing to go wrong. Most of this was lost but as I drifted to sleep, I chanted remember the words, remember what you typed. I think I did. No matter how much people can be mean to you, sometimes all it takes is one person who had lived a long and full life, filled with some awful days but they can always look to the good. All you need is someone like that to say your nice, and you have nothing to worry about. so next time your having a bad day think about something nice someone said about you, cause some days that's all that matters.  Karma does work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-3658221717624105860?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3658221717624105860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=3658221717624105860' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/3658221717624105860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/3658221717624105860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/04/for-rose.html' title='For Rose.'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-7302812701046576362</id><published>2008-04-02T02:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T02:09:46.866-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuck you'/><title type='text'>Oh and one more thing...</title><content type='html'>FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU...you'r cool...BUT OTHER WISE,  GO FUCK YOURSELF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-7302812701046576362?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7302812701046576362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=7302812701046576362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/7302812701046576362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/7302812701046576362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-and-one-more-thing.html' title='Oh and one more thing...'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-2970590596779510173</id><published>2008-04-01T14:52:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T15:21:34.703-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuck you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuckin'/><title type='text'>A Public Fuckin' Service Announcement.</title><content type='html'>If what I write on here offends you, Don't read it.-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so if I was you I would stop reading this now-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If what I write on here makes you Fuckin' uncomfortable, Don't Fuckin' read it.&lt;br /&gt;I know what the fuck I wrote I do not fuckin need you to rehash it back to me.&lt;br /&gt;You can not fuckin' use My own fuckin words against me.&lt;br /&gt;It's that fuckin simple. I don't need anyone to Fuckin' tell me what I should or fuckin' should not write here on my own Fuckin' blog. I write what I know and what I Fuckin' know is the fuckin' truth. From my warped Fuckin' Mind to the keyboard. If you don't Fuckin' like it, Fuck you. Sorry then it's not for you.I think the have a fuckin' blog spot all about fuckin Hanna Montana, fuckin go and fuckin' read that shit. Geezus. O.k. people it that fuckin simple. Like T.V. and radio it's common fuckin sense, You don't like it Turn the fuckin Channel, turn the fuckin Dial or hit the fuckin Back button.&lt;br /&gt;Silly fuckin Bitches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-2970590596779510173?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2970590596779510173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=2970590596779510173' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/2970590596779510173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/2970590596779510173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/04/public-fuckin-service-announcement.html' title='A Public Fuckin&apos; Service Announcement.'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-394890693856883088</id><published>2008-04-01T05:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T05:03:40.818-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop merrigans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SweetPea'/><title type='text'>a hot dog</title><content type='html'>Really, who throws a hot dog?  That's a sin in my book.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Pea thanks for the bulletin, I will sleep so much better tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-394890693856883088?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/394890693856883088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=394890693856883088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/394890693856883088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/394890693856883088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/04/hot-dog.html' title='a hot dog'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-763717638041724251</id><published>2008-03-31T18:20:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T13:00:20.962-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skinners loft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jersey City Tattoo Co.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicken Spot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryborg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SweetPea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Regulars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Di'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Tick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lampPost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rollie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rents'/><title type='text'>Last Day of the Month, My lost weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/R_UM-trfWPI/AAAAAAAAACo/IHYDiRMoqTg/s1600-h/Bucklet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185064817540421874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/R_UM-trfWPI/AAAAAAAAACo/IHYDiRMoqTg/s320/Bucklet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (The giant rib)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets start this off with fuck me. Yeah I had quite the weekend, holy crap. Friday i get paid and looking at it and realizing i had to pay rent this week I realized, I'm broke. What the Fuck. So I figure I'll work, So that's what I do. I meet up with Omar, Mikey and Elise over at Lucky 7's had a drink and then I walked on my way leaving Mikey and Omar with Elise. As the night progressed I ran into my friends and neighbors. Workin on a Friday ain't all that bad, Granted it still stinks that you can not really do what ever you want but such is life. after the night went on I ended up hanging with RyBorg and his new "lady Friend" we went to his place but I was kinda tired and a bit drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was Laundry day over at the rents house. R &amp;amp; M went to AC so it was gonna be a nice peaceful day with no distractions. Then I found My newest obsessions...People I talk about &lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/"&gt;http://www.hulu.com/&lt;/a&gt; WOW it's filled with T.V.'s shows and Movies. I watched 6 episodes of "The Tick" and not the Cartoon the short lived and brilliant live action version. After I came down from my T.V. High I had to pick up Courtney cause it was soon time for Rollie's Surprise Birthday! Ahhh good times we all loaded into Skinners Loft, the look on Rollie's face was priceless. After some drinks and food we walked up to Pop's to continue the festivities. All was good till "panda Vest" showed up. From what I gather "Panda Vest" is the brother to one of the guys who has stake in Pop Merrigans. The only thing is he is 20 and does not have a bar card so Ryborg got a bit more then pissed. Ryborg is very protective of pop's I guess we all are. So Panda vest and his boys take it outside and Ryan is yelling on the phone about how this kid could get the place in a lot of trouble. It's very tense so I walk into the bar and grab a few of the Super Regulars and we go out to get Ryborgs back if any "shit" would go down. It seems cooler heads have prevailed things broke up and it was the go home time.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday and I have one hell of a hangover from the frivolity of the night before. Sweet pea is texting me. Something about Lamp Post and her working. Ehh I ain't got nothing better to do. And honestly a day at the bar with a Hot chick is not the worst day. Go over there she asks if I want a bloody Mary. NO, Not for me but I do come up with a good hang over cure and rapid accelerator to drunkenness. A Bloody RS3. You take a pint of PBR, add a shot of whiskey, and some Tabasco, and you have a Bloody RS3. Drank a few of those looked at some Tattoo mags, ate a delicious Samwich and decided it was time for a tattoo. Walk over to the Jersey City Tattoo Co. and Jessy and Billy was working but really just watching Deuce Bigelo: European Gigolo. I went and got us a tall boy we drank, and laughed and then I went home. Then I get a text from Cherry Coke. You See we have been having a Blog war and it was getting ugly. We Talked it was good. we made a truce and then I was ready to hang out with LuLu and watch dinner for five. I was all about it. LuLu being LuLu Flaked. Now what?&lt;br /&gt;Oh I know I'll go to the Lamp Post for some more beer (I need this like a hole in my liver. But that's what I do. Brooks id pouring Drinks, Chuck was Manning the 1's and 2's and I sat there with Di working on her Stand-up Routine. it was getting late and we all had the hunger. Di and I went to the chicken spot for a bucklet of chicken and a rib.&lt;br /&gt;Yes a Bucklet surprise to anyone but the good folks at the Chicken spot...not the greatest spellers (like I can talk) Brooks brought up the Rib is huge so we had to see if for our selves.&lt;br /&gt;Good People this fuckin' Rib was huge. I said to Di, "I can use this as a weapon. we went back to the bar ate out Bucklet O' Chicken and it was then closing time. Sweet Pea and her pal Freddy showed up looking for an after party. Me I was going home. and that's what I did. Went home and slept.&lt;br /&gt;Today I worked a bit, tonight I'll work. and that's it for me, Do not forget to Dispose of all needle properly.&lt;br /&gt;BTW the Rib Pic will soon follow good readers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-763717638041724251?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/763717638041724251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=763717638041724251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/763717638041724251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/763717638041724251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-day-of-month-my-lost-weekend.html' title='Last Day of the Month, My lost weekend.'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/R_UM-trfWPI/AAAAAAAAACo/IHYDiRMoqTg/s72-c/Bucklet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-605421035629001355</id><published>2008-03-30T21:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T21:55:30.915-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Truce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cherry coke'/><title type='text'>Truce</title><content type='html'>so I have been commenting on Cherries blog, i gave her a challenge to  blog more as an anonymous person, she knew it was me being that her blog is pretty private.  she texted me to tell me she commented on my blog.  I called her. we talked, for a long while realizing that I'm the same asshole as she is but she is more honest than I, when it comes to blogging.   She called me out.  The truth is when you have a Very public blog, it can hurt people.  I have learned this.  so tonight after a good long talk we made a Truce.   And so it is.  The backend of forever, Cherry.&lt;br /&gt;good night  this is what she had to say she is more eloquent than I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;its just not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;the pain&lt;br /&gt;the tears&lt;br /&gt;he fighting.sometimes....&lt;br /&gt;you just need to call&lt;br /&gt;a truce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-605421035629001355?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/605421035629001355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=605421035629001355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/605421035629001355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/605421035629001355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/03/truce.html' title='Truce'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-8991145798947945527</id><published>2008-03-30T13:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T13:56:45.101-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evan Sweeney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Evan Sweeney II</title><content type='html'>when I was a kid growing up in the heights, i did not have a lot of neighborhood friends. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Believe&lt;/span&gt; it or not I was shy. I got over it and one day met the Twins. Two beautiful girls who would sort of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shape&lt;/span&gt; the way I act around other girls. Not Identical twins, but the other. Blue Eyes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dark&lt;/span&gt; hair. They where both a bit evil but in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; ways. one would Kill you with kindness, the other was a bitch, and at like 10 she knew it. They where my age, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Christ&lt;/span&gt; they might be married by now. Anyway, they had a younger Brother. Evan. He was your typical kid, always getting into trouble. Always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;making&lt;/span&gt; my "job" hard. My "Job" being keeping him out of trouble. But he was a good kid. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sweeney&lt;/span&gt; kids where always on the Honor roll, where as I was never. We looked out for one another.&lt;br /&gt;The Twins, Evan and I always hung out. We made our own fun, Yes we produced our own Halloween Play for the people in the neighborhood. We had a club house made up of Pallets. We even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;recorded&lt;/span&gt; radio plays. I had the biggest crush on the "nice" one. Yet in retrospect, I think the mean one liked me. Evan had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mischief&lt;/span&gt; on his mind always. They came from a broken home, They lived with their mentally unstable mom. their house was always a mess, so shit you could do what ever you wanted. I broke a glass in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; basement once and it never got picked up. For me this was great I came from such a clean house, My mom always keeping things in order, my first taste of anarchy.&lt;br /&gt;We had so many good times, we grew into our teens, they moved to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; Dad's house in Jackson. I missed them but I had other friends, so it was cool. Evans relationship with his father was never good. His dad walked out on his mom when Evan was but an infant. So the Move to his dads house really affected him. he would eventually move back with his mom on his own request.&lt;br /&gt;when he came back we where both in High School, so we did not really hang much. At this point His mother was worst then ever. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Losing&lt;/span&gt; her kids for those years made her worst. Evan would climb the wall of my house and knock on my window. we would listen to Suicidal Tendencies and smoke Marlboro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;menthol's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;As time passed I would see Evan in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;neighborhood&lt;/span&gt;, but he had new friends as well did I. Evan got into Hard drugs. and so did his mother, I guess when your son is on junk and you have no other way of reaching out to him might as well join him in his down fall. One Day Evan came home from what ever job he was working to find his mother in bed with one of his friends.&lt;br /&gt;Evan made a call to me, But I think I was busy being an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;sometime after that, Evan killed Himself. I am sorry Evan. To this Day I always think about him. Life was was way unfair to that kid. But I guess he will never really be gone, cause I still think of him. On the day of his wake as My parents and I got ready, I felt the need to write something that he would like. I hand wrote the lyrics to a Suicidal Tendencies song and at the very end wrote, you where never alone.&lt;br /&gt;Alone-&lt;br /&gt;I scream at the sky, it's easier than crying I'm shyest when I'm shouting out loud, I feel so alone in a room full of people. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;loneliest&lt;/span&gt; when I'm in a crowd, I'm alone, and nobody hears me Can't nobody heal me, won't nobody help me I'm alone, I just need Someone to take my hand and pick me up when I'm feeling down Someone to take my heart and give it a home Someone to help me through the times when I'm down and lonely Someone to be with me when I'm alone I'm alone, all alone Alone is the way I live, it's not the way I want it but you know You can't give in, alone is the way I feel, it's so hard to understand Why I've got to be alone [ Chorus: ] If you took a look at my heart you'd see it I'm trying to be something better If you look at my heart you'd feel it I've got to keep moving on If you look in my heart you'd know it I'm just trying to make my world better If you look in my heart you'd see it I got to do it alone I've been down, I've been down I've been down, down, down so low I've been lost, so lost with no place left to go &lt;a style="COLOR: #555; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.i"&gt;I've&lt;/a&gt; had emotions, emotions that you better hope you never know Sometimes it feels like I just can't take no more [ Chorus ] Seems like things just keep getting further out of hand Why can't for once things go as I plan How dare you, how dare you tell me that you understand Let me tell you straight out, there ain't nobody here that can I'm all alone, I'm so alone, to be alone, just leave me alone If you look in my heart, you'll see it If you look in my heart, you'd feel it If you look in my heart you'd know it I'm not trying to make no one bitter I'm just alone, leave me alone, alone, alone, now leave me I've lived in places that you wouldn't never ever want to be Places where for a minute you couldn't ever stand to be I've seen things, I've seen things you'd never want to see So what gives, what gives you the right to be the judge of me I'm all alone, I'm so alone, to be alone, just leave me alone A room full of people, can't nobody hear me, can't nobody help me, I'm alone I just need someone to take my hand and pick me up when I'm feeling down, when I"m down Someone to take my heart and give it a home, when I'm down Someone to be with me and help me through the times I'm down and lonely, when I'm down Someone to be with me when I'm alone I'm alone, all alone Alone is the way I live, it's not the way I want it, but I Know I can't give in Alone is the way I feel, there ain't nothing quite as sad as a person that's alone&lt;br /&gt;Evan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Sweeney,&lt;/span&gt; I am proud to say I was his friend.  Love you Kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-8991145798947945527?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8991145798947945527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=8991145798947945527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/8991145798947945527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/8991145798947945527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/03/evan-sweeney-ii.html' title='Evan Sweeney II'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-3242047123662952110</id><published>2008-03-30T03:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T13:22:03.988-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evan Sweeny'/><title type='text'>Evan Sweeny</title><content type='html'>I had a friend named Evan. Tonight, I thought of him. He was a really great kid. He died way too soon. I am in not the right way, to properly write about him. I will. Evan, I hope you are rockin out. I owe you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-3242047123662952110?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3242047123662952110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=3242047123662952110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/3242047123662952110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/3242047123662952110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/03/even-sweeny.html' title='Evan Sweeny'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-2889859424271868751</id><published>2008-03-30T03:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T03:38:44.151-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='face'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Boo Hoo me</title><content type='html'>before I even write this blog, I wish some one would punch me in the face.  yeah I am a good friend. yeah I'm a nice guy, but I'm not.  I want to start the fight.  I want to end it.   You see at the end of the night, everyone goes home with the hero.  No you throw yourself out there, and end up with no a thing.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ehhh&lt;/span&gt;, remember to always look at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;expiration&lt;/span&gt; date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-2889859424271868751?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2889859424271868751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=2889859424271868751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/2889859424271868751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/2889859424271868751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/03/boo-hoo-me.html' title='Boo Hoo me'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-8507013678736569355</id><published>2008-03-29T04:10:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T04:27:11.277-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nuts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acronym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shit'/><title type='text'>S.A.P</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you are on top of the world. Sometimes the filler (read my past blog, it's not life it's filler) hands you a hot lump of shit. That is when you feel S.A.P. now granted I have used this "phrase" since I was in high school. It related to people who just did not get "it" they where S.A.P.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was the first time I ever put into acronym form. Funny it equates S.A.P. and we all know what a SAP is. look if you don't know, I'm sure you can find a Goofis and Galent comic on another blog. Yea, the worst part is, I think Karma may be kicking me lightly in the nuts. I am S.A.P&lt;br /&gt;S.A.P is not a sap. who is gonna figure out what S.A.P stands for?&lt;br /&gt;Challenge.&lt;br /&gt;Remember do not point a nail gun at another person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-8507013678736569355?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8507013678736569355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=8507013678736569355' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/8507013678736569355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/8507013678736569355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/03/sap.html' title='S.A.P'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-2212131796718154023</id><published>2008-03-26T13:08:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T13:45:29.808-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lampPost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SweetPea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smoke'/><title type='text'>Life, Death, Beer and Cigarettes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/R-qLpdrfWMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/V0grxPLfhKY/s1600-h/1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182107865701112002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/R-qLpdrfWMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/V0grxPLfhKY/s320/1a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/R-qLqNrfWNI/AAAAAAAAACY/XxPNNi7W4Ps/s1600-h/1b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182107878586013906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/R-qLqNrfWNI/AAAAAAAAACY/XxPNNi7W4Ps/s320/1b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last night was another night off. So what did I do? well I went to the bar of course. Mikey call me and was over at Lamppost which worked out fine cause, well that is where I was gonna go. Sweet pea was bartending, and I texted people all about it so I kinda had to be there, right. So I walk over and take my seat next to Mikey order a beer and settle in for a night. At the early part of the night it was kinda slow, but it picked up.Cindy stopped in, Sarah, and the usual group of guys you will find at the Lamp Post. So after a much needed smoke break we walk back into the bar when Mikey asks Sweet pea, on a Scale of 1 to 10 how would she rate life as a whole. She responded well since life is a gift it's a 10 cause she is still alive. A good question. Mike asks me and I say 9.5 cause sometime life just stinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is where it hit me The Best thing that can ever happen to you being born has already happened, and the worst thing that can happen is to die. Everything else is just filler. Kind of a fucked up thought that "this" is filler. I am glad to say that my filler is not all that bad, it's filled with good friends, good food, beer. yeah fill is good. Well that's it for today don't forget there is no reason to cry over spilled milk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-2212131796718154023?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2212131796718154023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=2212131796718154023' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/2212131796718154023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/2212131796718154023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-death-beer-and-cigarettes.html' title='Life, Death, Beer and Cigarettes'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/R-qLpdrfWMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/V0grxPLfhKY/s72-c/1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-2845617240302333199</id><published>2008-03-25T15:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T15:35:27.819-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anthrax'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Killer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cindy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tansformers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wacky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>I do not like this dream.</title><content type='html'>Easter Sunday Night, I stayed in.  watched transformers: the Movie (the animated movie) then played some wacky fucked up game online it was crazy...and then I went to bed.  I had the most fucked up dream I have had in a long time.  here is how I remember it.&lt;br /&gt;I in some sort of school or complex and there is a killer loose and I think I was trying to stop him.  As I walk from room to room it is just dead people all over the place.  some with no skin.  just bad.  I walk into one room and there is a girl that kinda looks like Cindy's friend Grace, but she is kinda crawling she has stump arms and Legs.  The I walk into a large Gym type of place and there is Pat, Tom, Mike and Sean all tied up, and on the stage is the band Anthrax positioned like the last supper...all dead with no skin.&lt;br /&gt;at this point I wake up and was like Holy shit I don't want to back to that dream.&lt;br /&gt;as soon as I fall asleep I'm in a closet with a lunchbox, I open the door and there is members of Kiss with half their faces ripped off and the try to vomit some yellow goo on me, and I wake up again.  Finally I roll Over open a porn page, watch a dirty girl do good things.  I figured this is a good way to force out bad dreams.  Funny thing is it did.  Porn is our friend.  well that's it for that.&lt;br /&gt;don't forget, to look both ways when you cross the street.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-2845617240302333199?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2845617240302333199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=2845617240302333199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/2845617240302333199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/2845617240302333199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-do-not-like-this-dream.html' title='I do not like this dream.'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-843396791852583109</id><published>2008-03-25T14:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T15:23:29.415-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dancing tony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Court'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='after party.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryborg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lampPost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chuck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SweetPea'/><title type='text'>Sleep is for the dead.</title><content type='html'>Holy fuck, what the hell have I been up to? lets see well start with Saturday.  After I posted a message on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; to see what kind of Non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alcholic&lt;/span&gt; fun was out there I realized, there is none.  That sucks.  I called Miss Amanda (aka Amanda 1)  and she was going into the city, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MMmm&lt;/span&gt; it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;, and it's been a while since I had a good time in the city.  So I put on my boots took out a nice shirt and we headed in.  We met up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Razz's&lt;/span&gt; friends at the White Horse Tavern, it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ehhh&lt;/span&gt;.  It was after my second $5. bud when J-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pac&lt;/span&gt; walked it telling tales of a bar around the Block called the Tree house  tavern, and they had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;PBR&lt;/span&gt; for a mare $3.  you know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what I'm talking about.  we get there and it looked like my kinda joint. people playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;, Good music &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;emanating&lt;/span&gt; from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;juke&lt;/span&gt; box, nice bartenders, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Christ&lt;/span&gt; I got a bay back...in the City.  Good times, at some point in the night, I hit the elusive Super beast point.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are not in the know, I have a few Phases of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;drunkenness&lt;/span&gt;. there is buzzed, fun RS3, Drunk, singing, dancing, hop on the bar RS3, Bitter angry Rs3 and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Superbeast&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Super beast&lt;/span&gt; is when no matter what sort of booze I throw down my gullet it really does not hit me.  So we get back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;JC&lt;/span&gt; around 4-4:30am but I'm still ready to hit this town.  The whole night I have been in contact with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Ryborg&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Sweet pea&lt;/span&gt;, so I found out from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Sweet pea&lt;/span&gt; that there was an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;after hours&lt;/span&gt;, over at Chucks. (you know Chuck co-owner of jersey city Tattoo Co.  &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/jerseycitytattooco"&gt;www.myspace.com/jerseycitytattooco&lt;/a&gt; )  So I head over there with J-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;pac&lt;/span&gt; who is a little worst for wear.  I get to the joint and it looks like everyone is still going strong, it was a nice crowd. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Pac&lt;/span&gt; and I stayed till I made him call a cab I chilled for a bit longer then headed home around 5:30-6 in the morning. Mind you, this is Easter Sunday.  Bad Boy.&lt;br /&gt;wake up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; head to my cousins place eat like a king, go Home and chill, all night just relax.&lt;br /&gt;then came &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;!  Monday I have off cause they are in the middle of switching our companies, anyway not work.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Sweet pea&lt;/span&gt; texts me too early, had it been anyone else I would have punched them in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; text finger, But she so Damn cute I let it go. she asked if I was up to anything and well I was not, So we met up she had to run an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;errand&lt;/span&gt; so I gave her a lift, we then got back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;DT&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;JC&lt;/span&gt; and she was like lets &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Visit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Dancin&lt;/span&gt; T. get some "butter"  and make some cookies from scratch.  The girl can whip up a batch of cookies kids, she is good.   Granted I helped.  yea I help with the baking I'm secure in my manhood to bake.  after that we walked back from her place she had to work I had to hit the rents.  Hung out with Court, then hit the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Lamppost&lt;/span&gt;, had some beers, walked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;sweet pea&lt;/span&gt; home hung out watching Bad t.v. and then I walked home, around 4:30. So the plan for tonight is to stay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;slightly&lt;/span&gt; sober, and get home at a decent hour.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; the Plan.  we shall see how well it works out.  well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; it kids and don't forget to make sure you found all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; eggs you hid or else come a hot July Day. NO GOOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-843396791852583109?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/843396791852583109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=843396791852583109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/843396791852583109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/843396791852583109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/03/sleep-is-for-dead.html' title='Sleep is for the dead.'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-3639224427915893600</id><published>2008-03-21T15:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T16:07:50.961-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Powers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucky 7&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryborg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lampPost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop merrigans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amanda Thackray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamison'/><title type='text'>St. Pat's Shenanagins</title><content type='html'>So you read all about my Car. I was Mighty pissed.  I went home and said "fuck St. Patrick's Day it suck" I planned on staying in and watching some movies and being all by my lonesome.  That plan was thwarted by good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ryborg&lt;/span&gt;.  He calls and was like get over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pop's&lt;/span&gt; the Bag pipes and drummers are here have a drink.  So I did.  well yes the Pipes and drums where in the house, then we had a one block parade.  We started at 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, Conner stopped the traffic the pipers piped the drummers drummed and the drunkards walked in the middle of Newark ave.  for about 600 feet it was a sight.  then we go inside the bar that one beer turned into Many.  then there were the Shots, Jamison and Powers.  Then the car bomb. then I called all the ladies I enjoy hanging with Elise, Amanda, Emily, Sara, and the all heeded my call. it was a good time. Yes in true Ralph &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Fashion&lt;/span&gt; I even got up on the bar and started a Chant..."when I say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pop's&lt;/span&gt;  you say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;merrigans&lt;/span&gt;"  yes  It was a Night for the books.  Till I got into it with Shamus.  the whole argument was over the fact that he said I belong over at "that coke bar Lucky 7's"  well that set me off.  I was like fuck you this is my house fuck you!  well it is at this point that Elise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;drags&lt;/span&gt; me out of the bar and was like come on lets go.&lt;br /&gt;so we went to Lamp Post where I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;proceeded&lt;/span&gt; to order a beer and fall asleep in my chair. I hear Jacky has some pic's.  after that I went home...rather back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pop's&lt;/span&gt; where I feel asleep next to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Cisco&lt;/span&gt;, then when he left I fell over and slept on the bench. come &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;closing time&lt;/span&gt; lucky for me, Zack found me sleeping in the back.  He then sent me home.  So yeah that was more or less my St. Patrick day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-3639224427915893600?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3639224427915893600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=3639224427915893600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/3639224427915893600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/3639224427915893600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/03/st-pats-shenanagins.html' title='St. Pat&apos;s Shenanagins'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-7540874614091674384</id><published>2008-03-20T16:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T16:37:27.920-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laptop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Power cord'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smoke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>todays excuse</title><content type='html'>left my Laptops Power cord at work.  I only have 10 minuits of power left but trust me when I do, do a full Blog it will be everything you everwanted in a blog.  Or I can be blowing smoke up your ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-7540874614091674384?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7540874614091674384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=7540874614091674384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/7540874614091674384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/7540874614091674384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/03/todays-excuse.html' title='todays excuse'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-9103153139657821229</id><published>2008-03-19T20:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T20:02:23.672-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this is a diversion</title><content type='html'>I will blog all about these past few days...but not now.  it's shower time.&lt;br /&gt;remember to not hop in the shower, you could fall and hurt yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-9103153139657821229?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/9103153139657821229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=9103153139657821229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/9103153139657821229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/9103153139657821229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-diversion.html' title='this is a diversion'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-912860541447295009</id><published>2008-03-17T16:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T17:12:04.991-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ticket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother fuck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryborg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amanda Thackray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuckin'/><title type='text'>These Boots are made for fucking up your day!</title><content type='html'>Last night after going to the Barrow Bowling happy fun time, and after hanging with the talented and lovely miss Amanda Thackray, went I got home there was none parking. so I figured I'll park in front of Pops wake up early like 8 move my car and wake up again when it was time for work.  The Ryborg called making fun of my Licence plate and telling me he was at pops messing with fat sluts.  I told him wait right there I'll be right over.  Granted I got there too late and the as he called them fat sluts went home as I walked in.  after a while Ryborg and I rolled over to his place to chill out and B.S.  around 4am there was still no parking so I realized I would have to wake early. &lt;br /&gt;I got up at 8am went to move my car.  TICKET. FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;moved the car, went inside to sleep till noon.&lt;br /&gt;Noon comes I get dressed for work, wanted to deposit some cash, then off to work.&lt;br /&gt;12:25 walk outside to have a smoke and go to the bank.&lt;br /&gt;whats that on my Car? TICKET oh and on top of that ticket a MOTHERFUCKING BOOT. so I call the number on the sheet they tell me I have to go to summit ave to pay off some tickets, then I would have to go to the parking authority to pay to get the boot taken off. &lt;br /&gt;Luckily, James from work said he would give me a ride to summit, which would save me some time and some walking.  go there had to pay about three hundred in tickets, then had to walk all the way to the middle of central ave to pay to get the boot removed.  Then after all that fun I still had to walk all the way back to my house.  I had to dip in to my rent money and I am now so broke it's not funny.  FUCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-912860541447295009?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/912860541447295009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=912860541447295009' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/912860541447295009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/912860541447295009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/03/these-boots-are-made-for-fucking-up.html' title='These Boots are made for fucking up your day!'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-7985653624669234490</id><published>2008-03-17T16:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T16:57:44.067-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tequila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='downtown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unicorns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angelica film center'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black Crows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newport mall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johnny Walker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homosexuals'/><title type='text'>"That was like seeing a unicorn."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/R97bNemfG4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/qPUzzcLw9mM/s1600-h/Cocky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178817646121917314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/R97bNemfG4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/qPUzzcLw9mM/s320/Cocky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello Good people, I was gonna blog about my weekend adventures yesterday, but I was Fuckin' Hungover as all hell. It was bad, have the full body inside vibrations and everything going on. So Friday I hung out with the Beck. we had a nice night drank wine, watched t.v. laughed at you-tube videos. woke up Saturday, Beck made me a delicious breakfast I watched some spider-man cartoon, and then hit the road. I took a bit of a nap and figured it was an early start so why not hit my parents house so that I can do Laundry, and move on with my day. while at the rents, Miss Emily Faith posted a bulletin on the Myspace to see if anyone at all would be interested in going to see 'funny Games.' Having seen the trailer for it I had said I would like to see it I contacted Miss Faith and we were set to head into the city to see this flick. I met her at Newport mall (a place I hate more than almost anything else) she was getting new glasses for her to see with. but being that she got glasses at the mall and everyone that works their is a fuck-tard it took longer then they first told her. anyway we had to end up going to a later show then we were going to see and at a different location, the Angelica film center.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway after some time we got onto the path and made our way to the city. it was really in the City that I realized how funny and cool Miss Faith is. we walked and spit bitterness at every Man woman and Korean child who ran past us. We talked about the DT/JC and the people who inhabit it. Being the "nice people" we are we did not give up names but I think we knew who each other was talking about. while we got closed to the angelica the more annoying the people got and with that the more venomous our barbs got. we discussed how good comedy comes from ones self hate. The only thing that kind of gave us pause was Chris Robinson from the Black Crows past us. It shut us up for a sec. The Movie was real good a fucked up little film if you can, give it a look. On the Path ride home we had some good laughs making fun of the lil g's, Mini thugs, and No good nicks. But it was on the train that we both had a did we just see what we just saw moment. There are tons of Homosexuals in this area, Black, Hispanic, Jewish, White, all kinds. But I think we saw a gay Indian couple (granted they man have been Pakistani, or something else they were some sort of Pan Asian person) it was upon seeing this when Emily looked at me and said "that was like seeing a unicorn, no one is gonna believe it" That was more or less that. she went home to shower I went to Danny's house, drank way too much Black tequila and Johnny Walker green, which is why I had to wait for today to blog. well that's it for now don't forget to polish your shoes before a job interview.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-7985653624669234490?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7985653624669234490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=7985653624669234490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/7985653624669234490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/7985653624669234490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/03/that-was-like-seeing-unicorn.html' title='&quot;That was like seeing a unicorn.&quot;'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/R97bNemfG4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/qPUzzcLw9mM/s72-c/Cocky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-8260037928325913302</id><published>2008-03-15T13:24:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T13:45:55.376-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stan Lee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geeky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boba Fett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex Ross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comic books'/><title type='text'>Christ I'm a geek.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/R9wJ5-mfG1I/AAAAAAAAABg/VsdwWOve3Uw/s1600-h/RossKingdomcomevsEarthX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178024563230841682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/R9wJ5-mfG1I/AAAAAAAAABg/VsdwWOve3Uw/s320/RossKingdomcomevsEarthX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/R9wJ6OmfG2I/AAAAAAAAABo/Moe98wHWEuE/s1600-h/RossvsMoore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178024567525808994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/R9wJ6OmfG2I/AAAAAAAAABo/Moe98wHWEuE/s320/RossvsMoore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/R9wJ6emfG3I/AAAAAAAAABw/wWcUs9M613Q/s1600-h/RossBushSucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178024571820776306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/R9wJ6emfG3I/AAAAAAAAABw/wWcUs9M613Q/s320/RossBushSucks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today after complaining about money for like ever I broke down and had to get Tickets to the New York Comic con. I had such a blast the past 2 years I have to go again. It's geek heaven, I mean last year part of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;security&lt;/span&gt; force was made up of Storm Troopers and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Boba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Fetts&lt;/span&gt;. Trust me when I tell you seeing Stan "the man" Lee being escorted to his signing table by 10 storm troopers one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;boba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fett&lt;/span&gt; and 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;emperor&lt;/span&gt; guards you realize, wow dorky-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt; ,I'm soaking in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this year I just have to go. One of my personal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;heroes&lt;/span&gt; is going to be there, Mr. Alex Ross will be in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;attendance&lt;/span&gt;, how can I not go? Alex Ross is a god to me as far as Comic artists, I mean the man has done painted every super hero ever, not to mention Paintings for the Village Voice,, and even a one sheet for the Oscars a few years ago. I hold him in high regard cause his work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; so amazing and awe inspiring. Well I guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; it for now, I got to get ready going to hit the City with Emily Faith to see Funny Games, then over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Danny's&lt;/span&gt; for booze-fest. Remember kids &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; you masturbate God kills a kitten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-8260037928325913302?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8260037928325913302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=8260037928325913302' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/8260037928325913302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/8260037928325913302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/03/christ-im-geek.html' title='Christ I&apos;m a geek.'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/R9wJ5-mfG1I/AAAAAAAAABg/VsdwWOve3Uw/s72-c/RossKingdomcomevsEarthX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-8911088125846556471</id><published>2008-03-14T16:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T17:17:17.551-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blast from the past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex-girlfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The One'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex-boyfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Date'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr.'/><title type='text'>oh and on a personal note.</title><content type='html'>I feel like I have not been honest with you my friends I have been keeping some info from you.  It seem that this Month is "Get in touch with your ex boyfriend Month."  It all started innocently enough when I got a text from "KB" last Saturday.  KB and I used to date way back around 2001-2002, something like that. We had a bit of a falling out a few months ago cause I can be an insensitive fuck bag.  Anyway she calls and we chat she stops by the new place so I can show her the digs.  we talked, laughed, and well I leave it at that.  KB was always one of the Sweetest girls I ever had the fortune to date.&lt;br /&gt;Now for the other ex.  So I' driving around after work this week when my phone rings, I don't know who's number it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; but it could be work or something so I answered the ring.  Who is on the other Line but a total Blast from my past, "The One."  "The One" as we shall call her, was one of my greatest loves ever.  she was awesome ands beautiful and smart.  But I was a young man &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt; I dated "the One" and I dumped her cause I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;retarded&lt;/span&gt;.  So while I was out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;having&lt;/span&gt; fun being a jerk she went on to become Dr. "The One".  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; right kids, If I played my cards right I should have asked her to marry me and maybe could have been with a Dr.  But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Alas&lt;/span&gt; I did not I blew it.  anyway that neither here nor there.  The good news is "the One is back in town teaching at a local college.  The bad news is,  well,  she is Married.  CRUSHING FEELINGS.   So we talk and had dinner on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; and it was very nice, she is still an amazing girl and I wish her Love, Luck, Health, and a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;So yeah 2 blasts from the past maybe friends again.  well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; it for me, do not eat Gum you find on poles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-8911088125846556471?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8911088125846556471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=8911088125846556471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/8911088125846556471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/8911088125846556471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-and-on-personal-note.html' title='oh and on a personal note.'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-7958637883437681013</id><published>2008-03-14T16:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T16:57:55.650-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trailers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matty G'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geeky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WD-40'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden state of mind'/><title type='text'>who says I have too much time on my hands?</title><content type='html'>well I do, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; who.  So not only do I love to post here for you good people, but now I am also contributing to another blog.  &lt;a href="http://garden-state-of-mind.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://garden-state-of-mind.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;  It's run by my friend and Cousin Matty G.  Matt used to have another blog where he was getting 1000 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hit's&lt;/span&gt; a week or something like that.  I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;honored&lt;/span&gt; when he asked me to write for his blog over there.  It's pretty much a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;place&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to get some info and editorial opinions with a jersey flair.  Matty does most of the posts, with his brother and my Pally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; way back Pat G. and Good old Danny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Stavina&lt;/span&gt;.  It's an awesome place and I look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;forward&lt;/span&gt; to add my 2 cents.  I figure I will post trailers and geeky content like that.  So go over and give it a look.  But don't feel like I'm leaving, this is the place to get the juicy stuff all about me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;voyeurs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; it for now, remember this never use &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;WD&lt;/span&gt;-40 as personal lubricant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-7958637883437681013?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7958637883437681013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=7958637883437681013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/7958637883437681013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/7958637883437681013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/03/who-says-i-have-too-much-time-on-my.html' title='who says I have too much time on my hands?'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-3640940691964883952</id><published>2008-03-10T03:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T15:24:37.794-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gangster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='die'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='responsibility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><title type='text'>King for a day, fool for a life time.</title><content type='html'>The rubber band will never die.&lt;br /&gt;With great power comes great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;do good things good things happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;damn it feels good to be a gangster.&lt;br /&gt;make right your father's sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now king for a day:&lt;br /&gt;It is not a good, if you are not looking good&lt;br /&gt;This is the best party that I've ever been to&lt;br /&gt;Today I asked for a god to pour some wine in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Today I asked for someone to shake somesalt on my life&lt;br /&gt;Look!Everything's spinning&lt;br /&gt;(We're on the ground)&lt;br /&gt;Never cheer before you know who's winning( Don't make a sound)&lt;br /&gt;Sniff the glass and let it roll around on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduce you to someone before theparty is done&lt;br /&gt;Someone to look to in need or in want or in war&lt;br /&gt;If you give him everything,&lt;br /&gt;he may give youeven more&lt;br /&gt;This is the best party I've ever been to&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me die with that silly look in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't let me die with that silly look in my eyes.&lt;div 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time.'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-5354015951956530943</id><published>2008-03-06T19:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T15:42:36.335-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dancing tony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='windows media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryborg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cindy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SweetPea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Towel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Dave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lampPost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i-tunes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='d.j.'/><title type='text'>and the beat goes on...</title><content type='html'>So last night I D.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jed&lt;/span&gt; again over at lamp post and I must say, I was a bit disappointed in myself. But I guess I was not all to blame, here is what happened. I was originally supposed to D.J. on the 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of march, but Miss Vicky and Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tarese&lt;/span&gt; could not pull the shift they where supposed to so they asked if I would switch dates with them. Now had it been say a guy I would have said tough titty for you kid, but since they are very lovely ladies I said sure, no problem.&lt;br /&gt;So I promote like a son ova bitch, Text's, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; bulletins, even put the word out in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; name kid...all out and shit.&lt;br /&gt;So I get there for 9:30 say Hi to S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;teff&lt;/span&gt;, and get ready. One small problem, the D.J. equipment was not all there. sure the speakers, the Mixing board but not the d.j mixed, channel thingy (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; and they let me d.j.) So now I have no way to play my c.d.'s, and I only have the songs that are on my computer to work with. Granted it's great shit but a lot of the same bands. Not enough &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;variety&lt;/span&gt;, and like they say it's the spice of life. so I pull through with the help of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Dancing&lt;/span&gt; Tony, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ryborg&lt;/span&gt;, even Rachel helped me cause I had to install I-tunes so I could have to sets of songs to mix from. I never used i-tunes till last night..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt;, she had to help me out.&lt;br /&gt;Well when it was all said and done I had a decent crowed but not like the first time there. granted S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;teff&lt;/span&gt; had a good time but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; cause she is awesome and SweetPea was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;looking&lt;/span&gt; fine and feeling fine too (we shared a "brownie") but I was a bit down, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ehhh&lt;/span&gt; it happens. Next time I will hit it out of the park. I swear. afterwards Cindy, Grace and Big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Dave&lt;/span&gt; came by the place we smoked, laughed a lot, watched shit on you tube. a great end to a blah night. so that was that. well let me go. time to shower. be good and remember to always bring a towel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-5354015951956530943?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5354015951956530943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=5354015951956530943' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/5354015951956530943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/5354015951956530943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-beat-goes-on.html' title='and the beat goes on...'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-8225144455241163258</id><published>2008-03-03T15:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:42:31.762-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='condom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother fuck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='month'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rumps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lampPost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='March'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='d.j.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuckin'/><title type='text'>Welcome to March Motherfuckers!</title><content type='html'>So This is march. The St. Patrick month. The month where all the kids in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;abercrombie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fitch&lt;/span&gt; get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; Irish up. whoop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;doo&lt;/span&gt;. Oh I don't have anything against the Irish people, they are a great people who are very nice hard workers and what not, but what makes my ass itch is the fact that bullshit everyone is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Irish&lt;/span&gt;. No your not. plus what also make me pissed is it's like every weekend in march it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;amature&lt;/span&gt; hour at the Tavern. All month I have to watch where I walk so not to step in the sick some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; frat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tard&lt;/span&gt; or some silly bitch let go right outside the bar. Anyway, now that I got that off my chest. HI.&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; happy because I recently got myself a big boy bed. Yeah gone are the days of ye &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;olde&lt;/span&gt; prison cot I was sleeping on for the past 2 months. It's very comfortable, nice full size I am a happy camper. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; having people come over and look in my room and was this thin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; bed. Christ I might as well had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; race car bed. So I got that going for me. March also brings the fact that I will yet again D.J. over at the Lamp Post. this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; I will be playing the jams making all the kids nod their heads and shake their rumps. Come on out if your around good time!&lt;br /&gt;well I feel good that I am still keeping up with this thing really makes me happy to be writing some thing anything again. well I guess I should get going. I hope you are all well. Talk to you kids later. oh, and remember to wear a condom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-8225144455241163258?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8225144455241163258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=8225144455241163258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/8225144455241163258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/8225144455241163258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/03/welcome-to-march-motherfuckers.html' title='Welcome to March Motherfuckers!'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-4973899327654718126</id><published>2008-02-27T18:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:40:44.997-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Really'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exciting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop merrigans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lame'/><title type='text'>Holy Crap has it been lame of late....</title><content type='html'>Really. Not to much to report from the front lines. I mean the most exciting thing that has happened recently is the fact that over at POP Merrigans they got Rock Band and I go their and we "rock out" ya know come to think about it, man I need some spice in my life. So yea. thats it for now.&lt;br /&gt;I promise to have something of substance next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-4973899327654718126?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4973899327654718126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=4973899327654718126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/4973899327654718126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/4973899327654718126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/02/holy-crap-has-it-been-lame-of-late.html' title='Holy Crap has it been lame of late....'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-8324722684018528627</id><published>2008-02-20T15:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:39:48.416-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kevin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='titties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de-evolve'/><title type='text'>a stupid thing I said today while at work.</title><content type='html'>to my boss kevin:&lt;br /&gt;"Kev, I want in on thoses titties, how do I get an in on them titties?&lt;br /&gt;I belive I have started to de-evolove.&lt;br /&gt;titties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-8324722684018528627?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8324722684018528627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=8324722684018528627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/8324722684018528627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/8324722684018528627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/02/stupid-thing-i-said-today-while-at-work.html' title='a stupid thing I said today while at work.'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-1273276442303051274</id><published>2008-02-20T14:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:39:12.335-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wagon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bartender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'>man that wagon sucked.</title><content type='html'>So I got off it. yeah, sorry could not do it. I am in a bar almost every night for my work. between the fact that I realized I HATE drunk people. ( I do not mind them, when I am one of them.) then add the fact that some bartenders made it hard on me. Everyone wanted to get me a drink...yeah too much a pain it in ass. So I'm back off the wagon. lets get a drink!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-1273276442303051274?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/1273276442303051274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=1273276442303051274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/1273276442303051274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/1273276442303051274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/02/man-that-wagon-sucked.html' title='man that wagon sucked.'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-4682535277447330667</id><published>2008-02-15T17:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:38:29.081-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kapps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='month'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bayonne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lampPost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='double d&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='d.j.'/><title type='text'>The Night the D.J. Saved my life.</title><content type='html'>about a month ago I was sitting in the Lamppost bar over on 2nd st, Talking with Steff (aka Street Justice and amazing D.J. in her own right) and we Started talking about how she keeps wednesday nights open for guest D.J.s. I started thinking and I said hey lets have an anti-valentines day party on the 13th of febuary. I'll come in with all the music I used to play when I used to d.j. at Double d's. Yes good people for those of you who are not in the know, I used to d.j at a strip bar in Morristown back in 2003-2003. I started my d.j. career way back in 2001 at Kapps bar in bayonne. it was fun good money and free beer whats not to love. From there I got the gig at double d's to host a Rock night. After that i worked at the sport sexy lounge whuch was a cross of a high class hooters with the subelty of a titty bar. after that I hung up my d.j. shirts and called it a day.&lt;br /&gt;That is till that fateful day when Steff talked me into bringing it all back. So I made fliers and told everyone who would listen. even Blogged it here. I was a great night. all the fellas showed up, Mikey, Omar and john made it out. ryan and rollie, everyone came out and I had a great time. I was a Blast and I'm happy to say that everone had a great time and they invited me back to D.J. at the LampPost March 19th. so if you did not make it out for the antu valentines day party come out to "The Hang Over party" March 19th. it will be more fun than two irish girls passed out in your bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-4682535277447330667?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4682535277447330667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=4682535277447330667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/4682535277447330667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/4682535277447330667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/02/night-dj-saved-my-life.html' title='The Night the D.J. Saved my life.'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-4451055180515570662</id><published>2008-02-14T20:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:36:55.676-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shellac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuckin'/><title type='text'>for Valentines day.</title><content type='html'>To the one true God above:here is my prayer -&lt;br /&gt;not the first you've heard, but the first I wrote.(not the first, but the others were a long time ago).&lt;br /&gt;There are two people here, and I want you to kill them.&lt;br /&gt;Her - she can go quietly, by disease or a blowto the base of her neck, where her necklaces close,where her garments come together,where I used to lay my face...That's where you oughta kill her,in that particular place.&lt;br /&gt;Him - just fucking kill him, I don't care if it hurts.Yes I do, I want it to,fucking kill him but firstmake him cry like a woman,(no particular woman),&lt;br /&gt;let him hold out, hold back (someone or other might come and fucking kill him).&lt;br /&gt;Fucking kill him.Kill him already, kill him.Fucking kill him, fucking kill him,Kill him already, kill him,Just fucking kill him!&lt;br /&gt;-Shellac.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-4451055180515570662?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4451055180515570662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=4451055180515570662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/4451055180515570662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/4451055180515570662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/02/for-valentines-day.html' title='for Valentines day.'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-6248469284581352241</id><published>2008-02-11T18:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:35:56.147-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wagon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giggles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jersey city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nut case'/><title type='text'>Cold Day, Colder heart.</title><content type='html'>man it's cold today. I don't know if it the weather, the fact that I'm on the Wagon, the fact that I am at the end of my rope with almost every girl I talk to. There is the nut case, who brings everything back to herself. example..&lt;br /&gt;me:man I'm a bit depressed today.&lt;br /&gt;her:yeah that tattoo guy has not called me in a few days...&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck? here I am looking for some sort kind words and I get yeah I have not been able to get a fuck buddy on the phone...another jem from that same conversation was "Geez, You should drinks some beers, you are better to handle when you are buzzed." Thats great.(BTW I realized man it's really tough for people who are in A.A. I really think most of my friends are enablers.)&lt;br /&gt;Back on topic, then there is another girl I chat with on-line. she responded to an ad I put up. hse is really cool Pop culture savy, but she does not meet or talk on the phone with people from on-line. My question is...why bother? Really? The kicker with this girl is she lives in Jersey City! we know people in common. what the shit man? I was like how about we play an adult game of hide and go seek. you goto one of 7 bars I'll come find you meet you there and it's like the internets don't even exisist.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't get it man. ya know I am really thinking about joining a buddist monastary. thats seems like a good time. learn some kung-fu. I don't know. Maybe it's just not my year. again&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;It's scary I really should have called this blog just Shits cause the giggle have been few and far between.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-6248469284581352241?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6248469284581352241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=6248469284581352241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/6248469284581352241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/6248469284581352241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/02/cold-day-colder-heart.html' title='Cold Day, Colder heart.'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-3771774635727317885</id><published>2008-02-10T22:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:34:28.704-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plaid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mouth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toy eaters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='converse all stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red'/><title type='text'>your plaid heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/R6-9q9hFk_I/AAAAAAAAABE/UTA1loaJ08M/s1600-h/plaidheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165555843382744050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/R6-9q9hFk_I/AAAAAAAAABE/UTA1loaJ08M/s200/plaidheart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you keep your converse all stars so clean? How is it possible for one girl to look that cute just by sitting by yourself? With your soft red lips and your cats eye glass's, how can I get close to your plaid heart? I wanted to sit down near you, just so I could get a better look at how cute it was that you sit with your toes pointing to one another. I never enjoyed watching someone cover their mouth so that they can talk and eat. How can I get close to your plaid heart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-3771774635727317885?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3771774635727317885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=3771774635727317885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/3771774635727317885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/3771774635727317885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/02/your-plaid-heart.html' title='your plaid heart'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/R6-9q9hFk_I/AAAAAAAAABE/UTA1loaJ08M/s72-c/plaidheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-888380267384723732</id><published>2008-02-05T20:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:33:12.608-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whore'/><title type='text'>Just Desserts.</title><content type='html'>You reap what you sow, whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can't a guy just write that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-888380267384723732?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/888380267384723732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=888380267384723732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/888380267384723732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/888380267384723732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-desserts.html' title='Just Desserts.'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-1126479684865231482</id><published>2008-02-05T14:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:32:42.286-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toy eaters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby hole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='d.j.ing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuckin'/><title type='text'>Stand-up and shake your rump.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/R6i5RwFvKAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/o2o-2RC_bRQ/s1600-h/Ralph+Flyer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163580687398152194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/R6i5RwFvKAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/o2o-2RC_bRQ/s320/Ralph+Flyer.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight, at 143 Chris Columbus Dr in the toy eaters studio, a collective of people will gather and listen to music, and people will tell jokes. It's called the Baby hole and it's a blast. The Baby hole happens every other tuesday with comedy, music and music featuring comedy. so thats tonight, 9:00pm come on out and laugh at people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news Febuary 13th at 10pm I will be spinning some tasty tunes at the Lamp Post (328 2nd st DT/JC) This is something you should come out to. I plan on playing some of the best music to strip to also some old songs you will say.."holy shit I have not heard that song since 9th grade." So come out alone or with someone lets give Valentines day the fuckin finger with some awesome music! come on down and I will not play that song your mom used to sing to you to get you to sleep, unless that song is pour some sugar on me. And if it was Kid you have some problems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-1126479684865231482?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/1126479684865231482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=1126479684865231482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/1126479684865231482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/1126479684865231482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/02/stand-up-and-shak-your-rump.html' title='Stand-up and shake your rump.'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/R6i5RwFvKAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/o2o-2RC_bRQ/s72-c/Ralph+Flyer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-3393951101055145771</id><published>2008-02-05T14:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:30:46.333-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superbowl sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wings'/><title type='text'>how drunk was I?</title><content type='html'>really I can't even read what I wrote on superbowl sunday. thats what a few wings and 7 or 8 24 oz bud's will make you type.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-3393951101055145771?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3393951101055145771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=3393951101055145771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/3393951101055145771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/3393951101055145771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-drunk-was-i.html' title='how drunk was I?'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-6440168902326499034</id><published>2008-02-04T01:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:30:10.117-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wagon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superbowl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stinks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smoked'/><title type='text'>super bowl &amp; frieid food</title><content type='html'>so the giants beat the pat! and fried food beat my clothes. chirst my clothes smel like a hooters..eww. off the wagon for today and it stinks. For real. my suit has to hit the cleaners. I have the hiccups. this stink damn. sorry Ken but i just smoked in my rnow oom to make it not smell like a hooters. caca. hate to type this but go giants. guess they all did not sign their soul to the devil. Cause the pats shit the bed. Now I can sleep, in a not so much fried food smeeling room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW what the fuck with the spelling check not working. caca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-6440168902326499034?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6440168902326499034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=6440168902326499034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/6440168902326499034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/6440168902326499034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/02/super-bowl-frieid-food.html' title='super bowl &amp; frieid food'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-1572394413984565669</id><published>2008-02-02T22:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:29:00.495-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='her'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wagon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smokeing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sobriety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryborg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuckin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'>This sucks many bags of balls!</title><content type='html'>So yeah this Wagon I'm on, it fuckin sucks. Last night I had a great time chillin' at ryborgs place smokeing drinking water good times. Tonight not so much. was gonna hang with a friend who was way too hungover t hit the bar and we was gonna chill. But she backed out. Can't Blame her. sobriety sucks so far!&lt;img alt="Check Spelling" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.spell.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-1572394413984565669?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/1572394413984565669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=1572394413984565669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/1572394413984565669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/1572394413984565669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-sucks-many-bags-of-balls.html' title='This sucks many bags of balls!'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-7708024619604438359</id><published>2008-02-01T16:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:27:07.477-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='throat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lol cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='328'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuckin'/><title type='text'>The Interwebs..I has them.</title><content type='html'>yes sorry for the lol cats speak I get it from either Courtney or Zack @ pop's either way, the Internet is back at 328. It's in full effect...so much so that I'm gonna end this blog and watch me some internet porn. On to the throat fuckin'! Hazza!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-7708024619604438359?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7708024619604438359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=7708024619604438359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/7708024619604438359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/7708024619604438359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/02/interwebsi-has-them.html' title='The Interwebs..I has them.'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-8060185630920240769</id><published>2008-02-01T14:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:26:05.016-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wagon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superbowl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='month'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enablers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bartender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superbowl sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='d.j.ing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='d.j.'/><title type='text'>On the wagon.</title><content type='html'>Yup, thats right lets see if I can do this. for the month of febuary I will not imbibe any booze. there are 2 days which I am alowing myself to drink..superbowl Sunday, and wednesday the 13th, because I will be d.j.ing at the Lamp post and what fun is that when you get free booze and you can't drink it..really. so yeah One whole month. I have a lot against me. Bartneders for one, Ryan for another, wow I hang out with a shit load of enablers. I want to see how much money I will save. I will tell you all if I fall off the wagon, wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-8060185630920240769?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8060185630920240769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=8060185630920240769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/8060185630920240769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/8060185630920240769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/02/on-wagon.html' title='On the wagon.'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-3167601463901495096</id><published>2008-01-30T18:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:24:37.335-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hispanic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandmas boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25 cent friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop merrigans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuckin'/><title type='text'>25 cent friends &amp; What are you thinking?</title><content type='html'>so last night I was out and about cause, shit I get paid to to that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; How I roll, Kid. Anyway, I ran into one of my 25 cent friends, what are 25 cent friends? The people who are always happy to see me when I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doin&lt;/span&gt; the camel thing, the people who are all buddy buddy with me till they get their smokes, then they say and I love this one "well I see that your working I won't bother you any more" well duh of course not, you got what you wanted. It's like the guy who shows a girl the door after he got his nut off. I was told something last night that made me laugh, and realize man some people are sad. I went into one of the bars and the Manager said "good thing you made it, that guy was getting pissed that you had not yet made it over here yet." A grown man was waiting for me, even after I saw him on the street and said "I may not work tonight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress, so 25 cent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; (yes back to that) was all "we never hang out we totally should...we should &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gotot&lt;/span&gt; the movies!" I was like o.k. call me whenever...she then says yeah maybe we can go see 'Meet the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;spartains&lt;/span&gt;'. I wish at this moment that I could freeze time and go back. Go back and tell her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;shhhhh&lt;/span&gt;, don't say another word, your a pretty girl, who sometimes grates my soul...but don't say let's see 'meet the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;spartains&lt;/span&gt;' to me. you may as well say please jump my ignorant bones. Look I'm not all film snob or what not. But one night I was in Pop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Merrigans&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hispanic&lt;/span&gt; and his black pal saw the commercial came on and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hispanic&lt;/span&gt; fella was like "Yo! that movie looks mad good" I wanted to hop off my bar stool shoot them in the face and leave a copy of 'airplane' on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; dead &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;body's&lt;/span&gt;. NO I DO NOT WANT TO SEE MEET THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;SPARTA INS&lt;/span&gt;! It looks like if a steamy pile of elephant shit. My answer was "there are 9 movies I want to see right now and 'meet the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Spartans&lt;/span&gt; is not even in the top 750. Fuck that movie...and the fact that it made box office gold..ugh. I'm gonna go now maybe Grandma's boy is on that movies &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; funny. No really it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-3167601463901495096?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3167601463901495096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=3167601463901495096' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/3167601463901495096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/3167601463901495096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/01/25-cent-friends-what-are-you-thinking.html' title='25 cent friends &amp; What are you thinking?'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-4459713177971289448</id><published>2008-01-28T12:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:21:49.707-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother fuck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myspace'/><title type='text'>The System is down..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MotherFuck&lt;/span&gt;! Man you know what sucks? not having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; access all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; weekend. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;AArrrggg&lt;/span&gt;! Really, it's like out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;internets&lt;/span&gt; don't like me nor my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Roommate&lt;/span&gt;. Friday around 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; went down. It stayed down all weekend. I could not check my e-mail, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Myspace&lt;/span&gt;, You Tube, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ain't&lt;/span&gt; it cool news, porn, nothing! I came to work early just so I could use the got damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;internets&lt;/span&gt;! Talk about eating a bag of cunts, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;geez&lt;/span&gt;. well aside from that I am officially Broke. zero dollars. I have the rent money but I can't touch that and I have to make it the whole week with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nada&lt;/span&gt;, gonna be real Fun. aright I'm done &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bitchin&lt;/span&gt;, let me run &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;laters&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-4459713177971289448?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4459713177971289448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=4459713177971289448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/4459713177971289448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/4459713177971289448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/01/system-is-down.html' title='The System is down..'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-7909742210920819513</id><published>2008-01-25T04:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:20:40.637-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disrespect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Really'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bartender'/><title type='text'>really...</title><content type='html'>do you have to disrespect the bartender?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck do you mean you don't watch movies...you have to have at least one dead hooker in your basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you have to tell a shitty rehashed joke and then say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a joke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-7909742210920819513?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7909742210920819513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=7909742210920819513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/7909742210920819513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/7909742210920819513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/01/really.html' title='really...'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-6020094220515467611</id><published>2008-01-24T02:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:19:47.368-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dirty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><title type='text'>drunk...aka it's my blog and I'll say what I want too..</title><content type='html'>cunt it was cold these past few days!&lt;br /&gt;see what I did went with cunt over fuck.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck is getting to strong...Give Cunt a chance at being THE dirty word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-6020094220515467611?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6020094220515467611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=6020094220515467611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/6020094220515467611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/6020094220515467611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/01/drunkaka-its-my-blog-and-ill-say-what-i.html' title='drunk...aka it&apos;s my blog and I&apos;ll say what I want too..'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-1948117314648821336</id><published>2008-01-23T04:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:18:51.997-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harsh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vagabond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby hole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retarted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yeti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cherry coke'/><title type='text'>The cherry coke strikes back..</title><content type='html'>So after I post this Blog, and rip "cherry" to shreds at baby hole tonight...which I got big laughs from...she Texts me tonight saying..."beef curtains? I didn't say anything harsh about you in my blog. that was just mean." I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;responded&lt;/span&gt; so I guess you waited to read about you. "do you think I'm stalking your blog" (paraphrase on that one) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yeah bitch..I finished this blog today...granted it says the 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I have a live and I started the draft on the 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. so she Post's my blog on hers (god this sound so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;retarted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) and then add these tasty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-bits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit...&lt;br /&gt;some of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;things happened&lt;/span&gt; the way he says....but some did not.either way....i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOLed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;work when&lt;/span&gt; i read it.ha...i still am giggling.. a little.(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, before i get a thousand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;questions as&lt;/span&gt; to where this 5 shots for $5 bar is...it's actually 5 shots for $10 and it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;called the&lt;/span&gt; continental in the LES.)&lt;br /&gt;Tags:&lt;br /&gt;Posted by vagabond&lt;br /&gt;what the yeti has to say about me....&lt;br /&gt;this is the yeti's blog.haha....he sounds a little angry at me.but wait!no.. no...i don't actually feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;spell&lt;/span&gt; checked it for you bitch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-1948117314648821336?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/1948117314648821336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=1948117314648821336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/1948117314648821336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/1948117314648821336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/01/cherry-coke-strikes-back.html' title='The cherry coke strikes back..'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-3398463873646601828</id><published>2008-01-22T16:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:17:37.536-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pheromone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neurosis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dilute'/><title type='text'>Warning:The last posted blog is highly personal.</title><content type='html'>If you have a problem go read something else but in loo of something else I give you a small list of words I like:&lt;br /&gt;Dilute-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ahh&lt;/span&gt; just say it. feel how it makes your lips happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pheromone&lt;/span&gt;-it's fun&lt;br /&gt;misconstrued-it sounds complicated&lt;br /&gt;necrotic-sound like Zombies with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;neurosis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Neurosis&lt;/span&gt;-it's silly&lt;br /&gt;copulate-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; it. What? I said a short list...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-3398463873646601828?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3398463873646601828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=3398463873646601828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/3398463873646601828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/3398463873646601828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/01/warningthe-last-posted-blog-is-highly.html' title='Warning:The last posted blog is highly personal.'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-6326884486898638852</id><published>2008-01-17T18:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:16:35.556-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meat curtains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guns and Roses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asshole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frank sinatra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cherry coke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brooklyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jager'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pints'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 some'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>You are an open can of Cherry Coke in the middle of the street on a hot summers day.</title><content type='html'>When did girls go from a little crazy to Bat shit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; insane? when did this happen, and why did I not get the Memo. Now you see my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; this is a cautionary tale from me to all of you. Right before the new year, I did what some guys may do when finds himself newly single and was looking for a good time. I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Craigslist&lt;/span&gt;, I mean you can get anything from CL from a couch that looks like a vagina to baby clothes, oh and the have singles ads. So one night I'm looking around and I find something right down my alley. "friend (most importantly) with benefits (added bonus) - 31‏." well shit who does not want a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; friend with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;benefits&lt;/span&gt;..pardon the pun. So I respond she was looking for a dorky, bearded, sarcastic/funny guy who like to drink and like to go to a live show. I said "face it tiger you hit the jackpot". I contacted her we talked for a bit and this girl was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; chomping at the bit to meet up and hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I head into Brooklyn to meet up with her to drop off guitar hero (I brought the game so we could play.) and the plan was to hit the city so she could get something for an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;earring&lt;/span&gt; on St. Marks Place, and the we would get some drinks. when I got there she meet up with me and she was already tipsy from downing a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tequila's&lt;/span&gt; and 7-up, whatever. we hit the subway, and ya know what she was really nice. We get to St.Marks do what she has to do then we hit up the grass roots tavern and start with the drinking. I was my bad to be drinking on an empty stomach but whatever. after a few Pints we start walking back to the subway so we can go back to her place. the whole time we are holding hands and kissing it was nice. But while at Grass roots she laid some bombs on me man, really took me for a loop. The Kind of things I would not tell a person I just really met. Like she has an 11 year old Daughter, but her daughter thinks she is her sister and her grandmother is her mother, and they plan on telling the kid the truth when she get older. That kids not gonna freak out or nothing when this a-bomb lands in her lap....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; kinda fucked, am I wrong here? oh yeah and she also told me she is slightly Bi-polar...But really everyone has something I have Rage Issues ( I mean I am writing this but don't judge me yet good people this bitch has this and everything else that will come to her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she could have told me she was Dr. Doom she had a nice rack and kissed pretty well, and I knew I was gonna get some. Back to the tale, we walk toward the subway when we see a bar that runs a 5 shots $5 dollars..anything you want...fuck lets go there. Mistake. After the few pints and the empty gut throwing down 3 shots of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;jeger&lt;/span&gt; one after another is not so smart. On the subway is where it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; hit me all at once I was now loaded.&lt;br /&gt;we get back to her place have a smoke play the game a little but there was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; I wanted to play with more then a toy guitar. we go in to her bedroom she puts on Guns and roses &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;appetite&lt;/span&gt; for destruction and we start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning:&lt;br /&gt;You May want to Jump ahead....&lt;em&gt;past the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;italics&lt;/span&gt;. she looked good naked but she had some serious meat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;curtains&lt;/span&gt;...she was not lying about that kid. This was roast beef sandwich territory...this is something I've never seen in real life. all the girls I have been with had how do I put this, more like a nice hamburger not a sloppy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Joe&lt;/span&gt;. anyway she was also a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;squirter&lt;/span&gt; which is something I have only seen on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;interwebs&lt;/span&gt;, so this was new and fun. (think chicken broth..kinda salty.) Now this is the part of I'm not too proud of Given the booze I had a problem with my wedding tackle...I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;jager&lt;/span&gt; dick folks, hey it happens. anyway we go to sleep next morning i am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;unceremoniously&lt;/span&gt; asked to leave..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; fine whatever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.k. no more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;gory&lt;/span&gt; details, go home get some sleep. and then wake up to see that she is no longer on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt;. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;unfriended&lt;/span&gt; me...who does that? No phone call no return text. All I can think was maybe I did something stupid while sleeping, I don't know. New years comes and goes and 2 to 3 days later I get a text that says I'm sorry don't hate me, I was confused. so I call her up and I'm like what the fuck. Her answer and remember this good people...During that night somewhere I think I started to catch feeling for you, and it scarred me away. O.K. but be more mature about it. Not I think I like him lets disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decide to make her come into jersey and give it another chance. I had a party to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;go to&lt;/span&gt; with all my oldest and dearest friends down in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;wood bridge&lt;/span&gt; lets give her something interesting to do. The plan was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;go to&lt;/span&gt; party. take her home and sleep over. we get to the party we have some drinks eat some amazing food. have some laughs. we stole kisses in the basement and in the rain (gay).&lt;br /&gt;she seemed to talk a little with everyone good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Brooklyn&lt;/span&gt; she pops this on me. Have you ever been in a 3-some? Hello! I tell her no, which she follows with this....ready sitting down. Oh they are fun, we should have one...do you think your friend Dan would like to join us in bed? Maybe I'm old fashioned but you do not ask a guy can we fuck your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt;! you don't. Do you folks? I really wanted to leave her at the rest area on the turnpike...but I don't cause I'm mature (not really) but I'm not a total asshole!&lt;br /&gt;at this point she is all hands with me in the car but I was super pissed off. I drop her off in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Brooklyn&lt;/span&gt; and head home. The whole ride home all I could think was, what kinda back alley Gutter whore did I pick up here? I just trusted you to come to my friends house, It's like Frank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Sinatra&lt;/span&gt; said you"you're on this date with me..." and you want to be a total cum dumpster. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;ahh&lt;/span&gt; nah nah! I more or less told her the next night to fuck off. I can't be friends with a girl with no self worth...some things are not spoken. Oh and please don't give me that post feminist bullshit, she is a woman and she is exploring her sexuality...no she wanted to be filled out like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; job application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the following Monday she text's me saying she plans on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;friending&lt;/span&gt; Dan Via &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Myspace&lt;/span&gt;...and that when it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;hits&lt;/span&gt; me. Holy shit, I know what Dan's gonna do...reject her because Dan is a gentleman. I have a heated conversation with her and after a bit we end it. After a few days I engage in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; with her, why cause my dick demanded it that why, people I am a weak man. I made peace with the whole thing in my head it was all good. We start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; and all is good, she sent me one text that burned into my brain like a cow brand, it had to do with her getting batteries for a device, her ass, her self fucking said ass and also giving herself finger pleasure...oh and she hoped I was sleeping well..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; always nice. So I text her later in the day seeing if she was free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;cause&lt;/span&gt; again...my dick demanded it. she said she wants to keep her distance, she does not think she will ever hang out with me. I tell her to fuck off. I said some mean shit to her as we wrote to each other in the wee hours of that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; morning. then over at her Blog site she puts up blog called pussy all about me. The thing that hurt me most folks, is that in that she has the balls to call me...a mediocre dude. what a Super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Cunty&lt;/span&gt; Twat..really! anyway, cherry I will use you in my comedy. cause like I said, you are like an open can of cherry coke sitting in the middle of the sidewalk of New york City on a hot summer day, you know you should not drink it, yet I was somehow compelled to. Fuck you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-6326884486898638852?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6326884486898638852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=6326884486898638852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/6326884486898638852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/6326884486898638852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/01/your-open-can-of-coke-in-middle-of.html' title='You are an open can of Cherry Coke in the middle of the street on a hot summers day.'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-5456158568479940256</id><published>2008-01-13T16:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:11:02.573-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Panties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Watchmen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everywhere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Underwear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time square'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no pants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myspace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Improve'/><title type='text'>NO PANTS SUBWAY RIDE 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/R4qKHT4k1dI/AAAAAAAAAA0/G1PuNRoo1Us/s1600-h/Nopants2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155084581680240082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/R4qKHT4k1dI/AAAAAAAAAA0/G1PuNRoo1Us/s200/Nopants2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday January 12th 2008, I took part in Improve everywhere No Pants Subway ride 2008. I had the best time, total Highlight for this year so far, and it will most likely be in my mind for years to come. 3:00 I arrived at Foley Park near city hall in NYC. I went alone cause everyone either had something going on or they are just Lame. After some time they separated us in to thirds, and then further split us up based on what the last digit in our phone number is. I was with the ZERO's riding the red line up to Times square..where my zero's at?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we then proceeded to walk to the subway station...at this point people on the street began to ask what we were marching for. we got on the train and this is where the fun started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Way it works for those who don't know is like this. you are told to get into a certain subway car. you are to act like everything is normal. then right before the first stop 2 people quietly take their pants off. then they get off that stop and wait for the next train. 2, 4, 6,8...so on till we all got to the end of the line which for us was time square. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is where the fun started. Picture if you will about 300 people walking around the times square terminal with no pants on, like it was a normal thing..oh don't forget it's January. it was a sight man. The Highlight of this part of the day was as we walk a guy, not with our group decided he wanted to join the fun and he took his pants off right then and there. (I did hit one snag on the train ride back I happened to remove my eyes from my copy of Watchmen and there was a delightful young lady with no pants..but she had stockings and garters it was a little bit sexy, I had to really pay attention to what Dr. Manhattan was saying other wise I may have has a pant problem, and it would have been a big problem since I was sans Pants.) we then got on the N train down to Hamilton Square park where the most fun was had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when people have no pants on they are all so very nice. we chanted "down with Pants." I got complimented on my style of Boxers..."dude that's awesome I was hoping to see one person with heart boxers on." we even brought a little church up in that piece! we had an old school revival converting people to the pant-less. I jumped into a circle did my best southern Healer voice and help some young Punk rock girl to "be free! be free of your pants and the lord will love you forever." when she did that's when I knew all was right in the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few of us decided to run around the Park, then we went shopping in the Virgin mega store..pant less. we went to Staples after but they did not want us there we died try to buy pants..but ya know what Staples does not sell Pants. at this point I bid my pant less compatriots a hearty goodbye, and proceeded to walk a block before I put my pants back on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to make some shout out to some people who stick out in my mind.. my first pant pal, forgot your name you hail from Michigan and you wore 2 pairs of undies to be sure, you where awesome thanks for the photo op. Bike guy, huge thanks he hooked me up when my metro card had insufficient funds..your the best. Mike Weiss, yes Watchmen rocks. and the virgin/staples crew you guys are all so nice and amazing..if ya want to find me I can be found on www.myspace.com/RS3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-5456158568479940256?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5456158568479940256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=5456158568479940256' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/5456158568479940256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/5456158568479940256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-pants-subway-ride-2008.html' title='NO PANTS SUBWAY RIDE 2008'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/R4qKHT4k1dI/AAAAAAAAAA0/G1PuNRoo1Us/s72-c/Nopants2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-4144250487342803502</id><published>2008-01-11T16:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:08:56.682-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Truck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pervert'/><title type='text'>Truckers say the best things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/R4fpRD4k1bI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9NTA_r8a5-c/s1600-h/blue-moon-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154344777858471346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/R4fpRD4k1bI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9NTA_r8a5-c/s200/blue-moon-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/R4fpRD4k1cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5n58QOF0Z7k/s1600-h/eww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154344777858471362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/R4fpRD4k1cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5n58QOF0Z7k/s200/eww.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I came home today from work, and as I park my car, there is a Blue moon Beer delivery truck sitting on the corner or my Block. The delivery guy is coming up from the basement of Abby's...yet the Truck Driver who is in the truck is beeping the fuckin loud ass truck horn. There is no reason for him to do this. So Delivery guy runs over to the truck and screams at the driver "what the fuck is wrong with you!" Driver says something that I can't hear, but the responds was so great it made my day. Delivery guy Yells really loudly..."Sexy girls..they are just kids." I then look over and see a few girls who can't be older than say 14 standing on the opposite corner. Fucking Pervert Truck Driver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-4144250487342803502?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4144250487342803502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=4144250487342803502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/4144250487342803502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/4144250487342803502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/01/truckers-say-best-things.html' title='Truckers say the best things!'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-WWNs_lGQ4/R4fpRD4k1bI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9NTA_r8a5-c/s72-c/blue-moon-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655587963499425387.post-495812892776566070</id><published>2008-01-08T17:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:07:23.958-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='start'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skinners loft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoodie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='downtown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giggles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diner'/><title type='text'>Lets commence</title><content type='html'>2008-it really is a new start for me. I have a new place in downtown, I'm single, and I found a new pair of pants to wear till they get all messed up from me walking around in them for like a week at a time. Oh yeah and I have this here new blog...oh may I'm now a fancy lad with this here blog. You may say hey RS3 why did you call it shits and giggles? the answer is simple life is filled with either Shit or Giggles. Sometimes you have a fun night and yet really did not do anything..but it was fun...you experienced shits and giggles. Some days life throws a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;diper&lt;/span&gt; at you and you step in a puddle, or the condom breaks..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; just shits! some days you wake up and and there are birds chirping and you find $20 in an old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; all giggles...so I hope that answers your question. So my personal goal for this Blog is to talk about whats going on in my life this year. GAY. Yeah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; what I'm gonna do. I drink a lot and I forget stuff so maybe this will help me remember some things. Peoples names may be changed to protect the innocent, I don't want to be accused for slander...you know how it goes you go home with some Nice drunk lady, and then you post it, then she reads it and is like...I did not go home with you, then you realize she did not. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Fuckin'&lt;/span&gt; your pillow while drinks is a sad state to be in.&lt;br /&gt;O.k. lets get this started&lt;br /&gt;Started 2008 at Skinners Loft with Ryan serving the drinks, Rollie was keeping Andy on a tight leash. Sara came by as did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kathrine&lt;/span&gt; and her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;roommate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Katie&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ahh&lt;/span&gt; and we drank and drank and then decided it was time to move down to 58 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Cole's&lt;/span&gt; to drink and dance. I saw a lot of the usual suspects down there, but we did not stay to long was way too packed so we bounced to the Rollie and Ryan Compound for more adult &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;beverages&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;silliness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;around 3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; I would say (things got really Fuzzy at this point) Mikey O. shows up. I punch him in the neck and he proceeds to drag me all the way down to the Flamingo Diner to have some eggs and sausage. we take a cab back to my old place in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;heights&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Next morning..it's moving day. Flip shows up, we pack my shit and I move into the new place...and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; how the new year started. oh well I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; good for a first post. more shit to come later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655587963499425387-495812892776566070?l=rs3hasfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/feeds/495812892776566070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655587963499425387&amp;postID=495812892776566070' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/495812892776566070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655587963499425387/posts/default/495812892776566070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rs3hasfun.blogspot.com/2008/01/lets-commence.html' title='Lets commence'/><author><name>RS3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07939380527723139675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
