Listen Up Shawtys, This is the god damn best day of the year, so I'm sharing it with all of you.
TOMORROW IS FREE PANCAKE DAY AT IHOP. Here's the low down according to IHOP's website:
Join IHOP to celebrate National Pancake Day on Tuesday, February 23, 2010. From 7 a.m. to 10 p.m., we'll give you one free short stack (three) of our famous buttermilk pancakes.* All we ask is that you consider making a donation to support local children's hospitals through Children's Miracle Network, or other local charities.
Casey and I will be there, FO SHO.
Monday, February 22, 2010
You Can Stop Looking for Us on Milk Cartons
So apparently my senioritis has also affected my DRANKking because its been weeks...my b. But luckily I have some soild photos for everyone.
My President's weekend was spent party in Miami, which turned out being a lot more interesting than I expected. It was barely warm, for Miami standards, which means it was about 65 everyday. Although this is a major improvement from snow covered NJ, people in the 305 have thin blood and were walking around with jackets on...seriously.
But the cold weather wasn't the only surprise. I got to meet my Mom's new beau, who was nothing short of fascinating. I'll spare you the gory details, but what I won't spare you are the tales of my experience at my first ever indoor flea market. Fasten your seatbelts everybody.
This indoor flea market was in Hialeah, which for those of you unfamiliar with Miami, is essentially Miami's "hood". Pulling into the parking lot, I was immersed in a cheesy junkyard. Every car was at least 7 years old and equipped with some sort of tacky enhancement, including various rims, lights, paint jobs, dice, flags, stickers, mufflers, etc. It was like the scrapyard from hell. Outside of the massive building were various lingering characters. There were the begging homeless, popular in Miami because of it's weather, baggy-pant-wearing cholos, women who seemed to be crossing a fine line between prostitution and dive club hoppers, and of course, the infamous Chongas. (For more background on Chongas, see the previously blogged video "Chongalicious') Situations like this make me nervous and eventually lead to sweating, thanks to my sheltered childhood here in Point Pleasant Beach. Once we walked in however it only got more bizarre.
As soon as we walked in the door, I was bombarded with walls of 5 dollar skank-gear, 15 dollar jeans with dragons and big velcro pockets, and big, obnoxious, rhinestone studded chains. I knew already that I was going to have to suppress a lot of laughter. This place was enormous. I could have easily spent 2 hours here, it was enormous. Unfortunately our time was only about 20 minutes, but I saw plenty of good ish.
The entire building was filled with various vendor stands selling almost everything from clothing, jewelry, drug paraphernalia, grillz, fried chicken, makeup, perfume, haircuts, hats, etc. Shown in this first picture are the various typical household items used to hide drugs, so when the police are searching for your weed, heroin, etc, they'll never find it in your can of Sunkist. Fade 'Em Up seemed to be very popular amongst Hialeah brothers, and Mr. Golden Teeth will make any Grill you need. (Weren't Grillz cool like 5 years ago? I'm pretty sure even Nelly isn't wearing those things anymore) And of course, the best deal for white tee's around. But my personal favorite was the "In Loving Memory" t-shirt stands, which were a-plenty. I like the tee with a stairway going up into the clouds...very classy.
Needless to say, next time I'm in the 305, I'll be spending most of my time here.
My President's weekend was spent party in Miami, which turned out being a lot more interesting than I expected. It was barely warm, for Miami standards, which means it was about 65 everyday. Although this is a major improvement from snow covered NJ, people in the 305 have thin blood and were walking around with jackets on...seriously.
But the cold weather wasn't the only surprise. I got to meet my Mom's new beau, who was nothing short of fascinating. I'll spare you the gory details, but what I won't spare you are the tales of my experience at my first ever indoor flea market. Fasten your seatbelts everybody.
This indoor flea market was in Hialeah, which for those of you unfamiliar with Miami, is essentially Miami's "hood". Pulling into the parking lot, I was immersed in a cheesy junkyard. Every car was at least 7 years old and equipped with some sort of tacky enhancement, including various rims, lights, paint jobs, dice, flags, stickers, mufflers, etc. It was like the scrapyard from hell. Outside of the massive building were various lingering characters. There were the begging homeless, popular in Miami because of it's weather, baggy-pant-wearing cholos, women who seemed to be crossing a fine line between prostitution and dive club hoppers, and of course, the infamous Chongas. (For more background on Chongas, see the previously blogged video "Chongalicious') Situations like this make me nervous and eventually lead to sweating, thanks to my sheltered childhood here in Point Pleasant Beach. Once we walked in however it only got more bizarre.
As soon as we walked in the door, I was bombarded with walls of 5 dollar skank-gear, 15 dollar jeans with dragons and big velcro pockets, and big, obnoxious, rhinestone studded chains. I knew already that I was going to have to suppress a lot of laughter. This place was enormous. I could have easily spent 2 hours here, it was enormous. Unfortunately our time was only about 20 minutes, but I saw plenty of good ish.
The entire building was filled with various vendor stands selling almost everything from clothing, jewelry, drug paraphernalia, grillz, fried chicken, makeup, perfume, haircuts, hats, etc. Shown in this first picture are the various typical household items used to hide drugs, so when the police are searching for your weed, heroin, etc, they'll never find it in your can of Sunkist. Fade 'Em Up seemed to be very popular amongst Hialeah brothers, and Mr. Golden Teeth will make any Grill you need. (Weren't Grillz cool like 5 years ago? I'm pretty sure even Nelly isn't wearing those things anymore) And of course, the best deal for white tee's around. But my personal favorite was the "In Loving Memory" t-shirt stands, which were a-plenty. I like the tee with a stairway going up into the clouds...very classy.
Needless to say, next time I'm in the 305, I'll be spending most of my time here.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Blue Steel by Rich Herbster...
what you didn't know, is that he's actually saying "prunes" in every shot. a professional's trick to a perfectly plump pout ;)
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Saturday, February 6, 2010
MCS- Multiple Consonant Syndrome
It should come as no surprise that I am always stalking on facebook, considering I'm a chick, in high school, and part of the millennial generation, but there is a serious spread of a disease that has come to my attention. The good news is, it's totally preventable. The disease my friends, is MCS- Multiple Consonant Syndrome.
Although you may be asking yourself what exactly is MCS, I can assure you, you have seen it before. And probably all too often. Usually found in girls, MCS is the excessive and unnecessary addition of letters in a word, often continued into every word of the sentence. Some cases only add the extra letters at the end of the word, although typically it can be found throughout.
Here are some examples of Facebook statuses that are infected with MCS:
(I will not post names, for security reasons obviously)
"Bob marleys birthdayyy"
"dancing in the darkkk"
"snowww dayy with caitieee<3333">
"Hitting the gymmmm ... I got my hair done yesturday gym and laudrey todayy ..."
"anyyoneee else snowedd innn ???"
"sleddddingggggg yesssss"
Now heres my question: WHY DO YOU NEED TO PUT SO MANY EFFING LETTERS? Do you think it takes me a long time to read, so by elongating the word, I won't have to read it over again? Do you like using a lot of characters? Do you think the word lookers cooler? The fact of the matter is, it looks ridiculous. Itttssss ttaakkiinnggg yoouuuuu thiissssss muchhhhh looonngggeerr ttttoo rreeeaadd myyy blllooggg bbeeccauussee III'mmm usssinngg soo maannyyy dddammmnn coonnssooonnaannnttsss.
CUT IT OUT. FO REAL. Consider this a purpleDRANKk public service announcement. The key to stopping MCS is awareness. Once you realize how stupid it is, you will stop doing it and hopefully others will follow suit.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
In the Spirit of Valentines Day...
So I totally forgot about this song until tonight when my friend Monica reminded me about it. After listening to it, and recovering from a serious laughing fit, I decided it's definitely the grossest song ever. Luckily I found the lyrics for it on youtube- feel free to sing along everyone!
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