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Im bored, so im going to post some fun and/or stupid pictures that i found on my server.

Oh, and remember this little ditty?
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most females date the assholes because the assholes are generally the ones that have the nerve to ask them out.

plus, nice guys that listen to complaints do sometimes get the girl, in the end. right benjamin?

the nice guys just have to be patient - they just have to wait for a nice girl.

from the opinion of the female, a lot of the nice guys end up with some real mean girls.

……this article I found tells it like it is. It’s by a guy named Garret Hols. Here it is:
It’s amazing that assholes can get girls. Actually, now that I think of it, it’s not that amazing. They are assholes at heart, but to meet girls they lavish their undying love. IT’S A CHARADE. They act nice, friendly, and they listen… until they get into what they’re after. Their prey thinks they are in love with them, however when they realize what assholes their predators really are, they pretend like the asshole is really nice inside. The girl tries to change the asshole into a nice guy, but assholes will always be assholes. She gets upset and goes to the nice guy to complain about the asshole. But she claims to love the asshole… now this is where the theory begins. She doesn’t want to look like she is easy so she wont dump the asshole right away, instead she will stay with the asshole. Girls are idiots. They don’t realize that the nice guy has been there all along. He never had to pretend to be a good guy to get girls because he is naturally like that. However, girls don’t see it for some reason or another. They look at the nice guy as a friend, a trusted companion to whom they can tell their sad story to about their asshole boyfriend.
But the nice guy isn’t THAT naïve. He was trying to score with the girl he listens to all along. The problem is that since he is a nice guy he keeps listening. Since girls get attached to things that pay attention to them, they think of the nice guy as a friend. A FRIEND. They don’t say, “Oh he’s hot” or “I want to have his children” about the nice guy, they just want the emotional support. When they get the emotional support from the nice guy, they don’t need it from the asshole. The nice guy gets the shit end of the stick while the asshole gets all the action. I am starting to wonder if being a nice guy is really the route to take to get action… I have been down this path for all of my post-pubescent life and it has gotten me NOWHERE… at least not in the women department.

Perhaps another reason why girls fall for the asshole is because assholes ignore the girl they are with. The women wonder, “Why isn’t he paying attention to me?” so they explore why. They poke and prod and get closer to the asshole. They start to get easier with each attempt to get closer. The asshole finally says, “I’ve let this beauty dangle long enough, time to boat this bass”. It is then he puts on his charade and the girl feels like she has won him… even thought all she has won is an asshole.

Once you have gone down the path as a nice guy or a “listener” you can’t turn back. The girl will always go after the assholes because there are always nice guys there to listen. Once you realize that you are a “listener” you cant do anything about it… just pack up and close shop. There is no way you will get into her pants… ever. There is and never will be a situation where the nice guy will get the girl he has a crush on. It just doesn’t work like that. The girl wont “come to her senses” and realize what an asshole her boyfriend is like in the movies… instead she will just go after another asshole, and unless you stop being a nice guy, she will never go after you. Women complain that there are no nice guys in the world. Right. They are obviously not looking hard enough because there are nice guys EVERYWHERE!!!! Girls aren’t looking for nice guys… they say they are but they’re not. They are looking for the perfect asshole, but there is NO SUCH THING as the perfect asshole.

All in all, the nice guy gets the shaft. To all the girls out there with boyfriends that don’t treat you with respect, that don’t listen to you, and that don’t care about you I say this; look next to you. The guy that has been standing next to you the whole time is the guy you have been looking for. He is what you want your asshole to be like. He knows more about you than you know about yourself… because he has listened to it all.

Ain’t it the truth! And no this isn’t pointing to anyone I know, so whoever knows me don’t get paranoid!!

…I was listening to some Pearl Jam - Alive when I heard a racket that was piercing my music. My Alive was turned up pretty good, but this shit was going over it. I listened outside of my door. The following AIM conversation resulted with BlueMax:

Renegade Magius: would you believe me if I said that there is a guy down the hall freestyle rapping on a karaoke machine turned up real high so it’s distorted
Punchinelli: LOL
Punchinelli: that belongs on foil
Renegade Magius: wow, it’s handheld
Renegade Magius: oh shit
Renegade Magius: now they’re walking down the hall with it
Renegade Magius: this guy walked by
Renegade Magius: and he was like
Renegade Magius: on the machine going
Renegade Magius: “Howard? Howard? Is that you? This is your mother”
Renegade Magius: “I don’t know why I had you you bastard child
Renegade Magius: ”
Renegade Magius: “I spit you out my accident”
Renegade Magius: “have you been doing the nasty nasty with her howard”
Punchinelli: LOL
Punchinelli: foil!!!
Renegade Magius: “I welcome you to East Residence Hall. I’m sorry you missed the tour, but Sesame Street Hour will begin in about twenty.”
Punchinelli: LMAO
Punchinelli: come on post it!!
Renegade Magius: fine fine

Goodnight and Godspeed.

As I was going to the phone booth ahem sorry shower, I noticed a big freakin’ blow up thing out in the lawn beside Coltrane. I looked, and it was a damn obstacle course! And then I looked further to the left, and there was a damn blow up slide! And then there was a volley ball match inside of a blow up arena!! So I took a shower, and by that time Melanie was already asking me to come with her and “play.” Not to stray from the usual, I responded with the classic “I don’t play.” Anyway, 15 minutes later and a lot of coaxing from Melanie, we go out there, and I honestly think we were the first ones to do the obstacle course. But it was moderately cool. You had to go through a tunnel and over hills and stuff, but then at the end there was a rope and these tiny little pegs. I couldn’t get my damn sock feet to grab the pegs, so I barely got up the hill. Over the hill was a slide to the bottom. Anyway, next ride: A bigass slide about 30 feet high. So we go over there, and I climb to the top, and we slide down and it is pretty fun. Then we do it again. Head first! And dammit, I got nipple burn. I received vinyl burn on my damn nipple! It hurts like hell. And I just realized that you can spell “hurts” wrong and spell a casket carrier. And then we went over to a stand, and they had cotton candy for FREE. According to the laws of chemistry, that cotton candy I ate will probably put me in the emergency room. I think lactose is in that shit, or at least sucrose or maltose or (my favorite) galactose.

In Old Testament Literature today, we had our test on the prophets Jeremiah and Isaiah. At the end of the test, it said “Tell five differences between the two prophecies of Jeremiah and Isaiah.” Man I couldn’t resist!

Jeremiah was a bullfrog.
He was a good friend of mine.
Isaiah was not a bullfrog.
Shit man he wasn’t my friend neither

Ok so I didn’t actually put it, but I was thinking about it because I had to BS it anyway.