I must say that between Sea World and Vegas, I have noticed a dangerous amount of man-pris. What are man-pris? Man-pris are capri pants for men, much like shants, only more "fitted" to the legs.  DO NOT fall into the man-pri craze that I can feel will soon be upon us, me hearties. It just looks G to the A to the Y, not cool.

As I worked the Shark Encounter for the mind-numbing 7 zillionth time it occurred to me that a great number of people will stop and film the sharks swimming for 5, 10 minutes. What the hell are they doing with this footage? I mean if they show this vacation tape to anyone they're going to have to fast forward through 7 minutes of sharks just circling. Here's something interesting - if you're a "shark lover" you're galeophilic.

I've noticed something disturbing lately - common sense and common courtesy are the two least common things in America right now. I'm working on starting a movement to bring the phrase "excuse me" back into the american lexicon, because it seems to have disappeared. The next time you need to get around someone in a tight situation, help further the cause by actually saying excuse me. You'll be making the world a better place I guarantee.

Drink drank drunk. I finish this entry drunk. I miss the Reds and y'all need to blog more often, that's how I keep up on your lives. I'm going to try to make it home so we can have a Falconer night and catch up. I have to tell you how the prostitutes stole our money in Vegas.

Remember folks, just because you're around animals you've never seen before doesn't mean you have to act like a total retard *let's get  retarded in here...* Just because Paris Hilton and Britney Spears make headlines and VH1 doesn't mean that dressing like some weird version of upper class white trash makes you cool... God, that bothers me. Bveryone who tries that "blue collar chic" thing where they go to fucking Urban Outfitters and buy clothes that look like they got them at a garage sale to go with their unkempt hair and trucker hats and stained jeans and wannabe MHL and PBR t-shirts should be forced into a room with some REAL white trash, the kind I met through Erik or at the YRP, so they could beat the shit out of those people. When did  being disengenuous start being "hip"?

I'm drunk...

[EDIT] I think that the Sublime version of Rivers of Babylon is one of my favorite songs ever. That and Waiting for my Ruca. Sublime fucking rules.

posted by MAtt D. at 5:28 PM