What the F?

Alfonso Ribeiro of all people.

Its been awhile since I've posted, and for good reason. I have nothing to write about. Nothing I wanna talk about with you jerks anyway so don't expect anything juicy in this post. So here goes some randomness.

Some people may think that my musical taste is only limited to the heavier side of rock. You my friend, are an idiot. I like all kinds of music and to demonstrate here are my two current favorite acoustic songs.

Hey there Delilah- Plain white T's
I think I first heard this song about two months ago on the ole satellite radio but always forgot to download it and put it on the mp3. That is until last week. Now I listen to it way to much and wish I could sing even the slightest bit. I can't. But I still pretend.


Nutshell- Alice in chains
This song is old. Like 1990 old. But I hadn't heard it in a long while until recently and you know what? I dig the shit outta it. Knowing that just about all of AIC songs are about heroin and what Layne Stayley was going through makes it that much better. R.I.P.
I couldn't find a real video of this unfortunately because the recorded version is much better but with this unplugged version you get to see Layne on heroin as he sings about heroin. sweet? No. Fun fact about the unplugged performance: Layne was so fucked up they had to perform every song 3-4 times.Ouch


This isn't a song I just started listening to regularly, its actually one of my favorite songs, so I'm throwing it in. Got beef? Try and do something about it. Yea, that's what I though tough guy. So here's Nothingman- Pearl Jam

It's the Roc... and Goulet.

Classic Ferrell (and frequent Philadelphia Daily News coverboy Beanie Sigel):



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I spent my weekend (plus two vacation days) in good ole Nashville, Tennessee surprising my boy for his birthday. (The airport smells like BBQ).

In between the flea market shopping for grills, dodging the ever present country music, and enjoying the ridiculously high 9.35% sales tax (geezus, I would never by anything of value there), me and 45 of my buddy's closest friends had the pleasure of riding a Party Bus aka Crunk on Wheels.

The level of absurdity and potential for debauchery related to this bus is what made the trip appealing in the first place, and it did not disappoint. This Double Decker BYOB on wheels came complete with stripper poles (minus strippers... well, until alcohol kicked in), a DJ (who was a 40 plus year old mother), two huge coolers, a dance floor, and of course a gift shop stocked with ring pops (among other ridiculous products.

I don't know if they have these in Philly (I've never seen one), but I feel like we need to look into it.

By about the third time they played "Throw Some Ds on It" I realized we were on a f*cking BYOB double decker tour bus with a DJ and a dance floor, look out the window, and get flashed by a couple of portly women.

The bus drops the group at a bar, we get thrown out after 30 minutes, hop back on the bus, and continue through downtown Nashville. By the end of the night, alcohol and motion sickness made for a hell of combination which could only be made better by adding Jack in the Box to the mix. End of the night and you'll look like this guy (me).

Side note: apparently you can drink alcohol in a car in Tennessee, as long as you aren't the driver. That's ridiculously dumb.

Students at the graduate programs (Law school and medical school included) at the Harvard of the South, know how to show folks a good time.

And now, enjoy some incredible beer pong:

Both of these guys are scumbags which just makes this that much funnier. O'Reilly's vein in his forhead looks like its going to burst all over Geraldo's porn stach.

Yeah, speaks for itself.