Why can I never catch any fish? Honestly, I try REALLY hard! I've resorted to sweet talkin', bribery, sexual favors, money, respect, Del's, even a chicken sangwich! Who doesn't like chicken?! I'm really starting to wonder if my exsitance alone when standing infront of a body of water is bad luck, curse, bad juju, the plague, whatever have you, ITS SUCKS! So if ya know any fish, or the next time ya happen to land one of those ellusive bastids, tell em I mean them no harm, and I'm actually a pretty decent guy.

Sorry fellas and fellets who rely soo heavily on what I have to say. I've been entirely to busy with pretending to do school work that I had forgetten how important this website is. Its the perfect avenue for someone to let some steam out or just ramble about incoherancies which....is what I like to do. So for the past two days I havent been able to fall asleep before 4! What the hell is that all about, ya stay up till 6am one day and the next three days are SHOT! doneski, ovah! I'm really hoping that I dont crash and burn around midnight tonight cause I can forsee alot of school work being done tonight.

I love the last minute hustle that you can only find when you do group projects for school.

After being raped and burned (in that order) by soo many groups in the past i've come to realize the tendancies of group work. For starters...nobody in your group is telling the truth....EVER.  If they say they're almost done, they just started, if they say their half way done, they havent even started...only if they tell you they havent started it, they are actually being truthful, and most likely they arent gonna do it either. Way too many classes in college are considered to be "fluff" classes to students, so 9 outa 10 kids could give two shits what they get on a project, they just wanna take the tests and the final and be out! I dont really have that mindset. I've tried many a times to adopt this attitude of "dontgivetwoshits" but for some reason it always boils down to me doing entirely waaaay too much of the project and having to slap other peoples names on something they didnt even do....last semester I was trying this new and improved "dontgivetwoshits"  attitude and I didnt put a kids name on the project. You shoulda seen the kids facial confusion, it was if someone had just slapped his uncle, he didnt know what to do, I wasnt even really acknowldeging him and THAT threw him waaay off. It was priceless, he ended up going up to the professor and having to write his name on the cover sheet right infront of him, the teacher asked me later what had happened and I informed him of my new thought process for dealing with this crap, he understood and gave the other kid a F while me and my intellectual masteratude got an A.

Well I'm writing all of this while I SHOULD be doing my sections of a group project...thats ok thought......I'm half way done  ; - ) hahaha

Isn't if funny how network television will allow ANYTHING said providing their spoken by a cartoon. It's great! For some reason the general public is uneasy about hearing a person say "your a fag", but the same thing said by a cartoon is laughed upon, tonight I witnessed in cartoon form Jesus shitting on President Bush. funny stuff! its quite sad really........   

• Ballpark hotdogs......all beef? 
• Going bald?......combover or does it get bic'd?
• Plastic lawnchair .vs. Metal
• Ceiling fans..... 4 .vs. 6 blades
• Venetian blinds? or vertical blinds?
• Red sox or Yankees?
• Bic lighter .vs. Cheapo.....is the extra 60 cents really worth it?
• Shouldnt NASCAR have at least one race where they go the other way?
• If the moon were made of spare ribs....would ya eat it?.....I know I would, hell I'd go back for seconds
• discuss amongst yourselves..............  

_{Well this is only the second coming of the virtual shitstorm I like to call Andy's Blog. You thought I woulda come up with a wittier Blog name huh? Bullocks.}

 

_{Speaking of bullucks, I decided the other week that I am gonna sucessfully incorporate more English cockny into my everyday verbage. The only downside to this seemingly foolproof plan is that I dont know how to use any of the words I know in the right context...Bullucks=Bullshit, i got that one down, but what else is there? Bloody? I guess so. Isnt it funny how when you hear any curse words spoken in a foreign language you pretty much instantly know what their saying? I think thats nuts . Blue Diamond make pretty tasty nuts. maybe that'll be the tag to this post "tasty nuts". you may have noticed that the font down here is a tad larger than what is found to the north. I would correct this, but ya see I was absent the day computers began to turn gay and do things for no reason. So I dont know how to fix this one.}

_{So I saw Mr. Pastore on the road today. Thats always exciting. Its funny because he drives about as fast as my digestive track after eating glue. There enlies the beauty because he's on rt. 95 going slooooooooow and people behind him are becoming visually HEATED! But then they drive up next to the guy, notice that he resembles a cross breeding of Rocky Balboa and a lincoln town car. huge, the man is large and in charge...so I drove next to him for quite some time relishing in the fact that I'm safe from his wrath, but none of the other fucks beeping behind him are! If I were Mr. Pastore I would drive soo slow that the people behind me would feel compelled to resort to violence, but right before they reached this level their car would explode because of the firery arrow my compound bow sent into your gas tank! oh yeah...sounds harsh I know, but they would all be warned prior to such cinematic outbursts, ya see they would be close enough to the back of my car to witness me in the rear view mirror fastening my red headband around my sweaty brow!     ^{"see you in hell"}}

    Well my name is Andy, I'm a simple man with simple pleasures. I live in a quiet town called Coventry. Everyone's been to a Coventry before, granted it may be called something else to you, but you have one in every county in every state. We're backwoods but ghetto at the same time. Close your eyes and imagine........eminem driving down the street, thumpin to his music with all bass and no treble. He's got his crushed valour suit on with those Europeanesque meets J-lo meets Ghotti meets TJ-Maxx accessories. But then you look at what Eminem is driving......it's a 1991 Cheverolet Silverado with 40 inch Super Swampers, you better believe its a 454! He's got the confederate flag, not the sticker or even a liscense plate cover, he's got the real deal flag sticking off the tailgate. It sends the message, "Hey, I'm waaaaay more of a redneck than you cause I got an f'n flag stickin out the back of my truck. Oh yeah and i'm draggin black people behind my rig" kind of appeal, yeah........... THAT is Coventry.
    So I'm new to this whole blogging thing, so bare with me, I'll have more things to gripe about in the near future. Anyone concerned about reading about topics such as midgets, jello, days of thunder, boobies (be em bare, or with tassles) and the TRUTH may want to steer clear from this here page from hence forth......... is it hence? or hense? hmmmm, we'll have alittle Q&A section in the future.... Talk to you later