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Name: Nathan
Country: United States
State: Mississippi
Birthday: 2/21/1982
Gender: Male
Interests: Livin' this life
Expertise: I'm realer than you
Occupation: Student
Industry: Entertainment
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Member Since:
1/21/2004
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| Ladies and Gentlemen this could be goodbye. I've moved my
blogging, and writing process to another site. The move doesn't
come because I no longer love Xanga, nooooo, I would never move because
of that. Rather it's because Xanga only allows Xanga users to
comment and it's hard to navigate to. I'm greedy, I like an
audience, I need that attention. I just wasn't getting the
exposure here. If something goes wrong, I"ll come back to xanga
like the little open armed slut she is. But for now, please put
this new site in your bookmarks, favorites, memory, etc... Join
me for what I hope is a better and more fun filled ride.
Note that this site is just in its early stages and improvements are being made daily.
http://www.natesdaily.blogspot.com/
Goodbye Xanga, you've been good to me.
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| You can't stop my night of posting, no you can't.
I might have mentioned my grand "Rip the Casino Off Scheme," to some of you before, but if not...here it goes.
So, as you know that when you go to the casino and you spend oodles of money you get various "comps." What a comp is, is a nice little treat from the casino basically saying, "Thanks dumbfuck for all your money, now in turn for the $300 you just lost, we will let you eat the casino buffet for free." Now, on a late night, this seems like a really nice benefit, or plus. But, if you were ever at the casino, say around lunch, someone would most likely have to pay you to eat the food, maybe even pay you to just look at it. Anyway, off track I am, so let's get to the scheme...
Well, what you do is (I talk as if I've tried this) go to the blackjack table and sit down. Put $100 out, hand them your players card, and get your chips. Play a five dollar hand or two and try to lose. Then act like it just isn't your night and tell them you are finished and get up. Walk over to the cashier and cash out your $80-90's worth of chips. Now, take your money and go to the roulette wheel. Put it out there, hand them your card again, and get your chips. Spin the wheel a few times, win or lose and move on. Cash out your chips again, go to the bathroom and buy some time. Go back to the cashier (preferably a different one) and get your money back. Continue this routine for a short while. Pretty soon it will seem as if you are gambling like Michael Jordan or Pete Rose, when in reality you are really cheaper than Ryan Henderson (only kidding Hendy). Pretty soon, simply ask the pit boss in a nice tone, "Hey asshole, whats about a comp for some gd food you bastard you." He will take a look at the amount of money you have "gambled," that night and realize that you are in fact due to fill up on cancer, bacteria, and SARS from the local buffet.
That's the scheme, no you young whipper-snappers get out there and try it and let me know if you get arrested or not. Then, pending the results, I'll give it a whirl next time I'm there. | | |
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I know it seems like making fun of Britney Spears is a reoccuring theme here at my site, but come on, it's just too easy. This poor slut has now stooped to a whole new low. She's having to read tabloids to find out how awful we all think she is. How can a celebrity get so mad about paparazzi and tabloid journalists covering them, and then turn immediately around and purchase their publications? Do they not realize that by buying the magazines, they are funding the continuation of the evil process. The answer, no, no they don't. But you ask, Nathan why don't they realize something that seems so simple? The answer, because they have the education of a Tawainese sweat shop infant tsunami victim, all in all, they aren't smart. | | |
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Unfortunately right after I posted my criticisms of my Red Sox and their ailing manager Terry Francona, they turned it around, ran off five runs in the bottom of the 9th and won the game against the hated Yanks. This in turn has forced me to eat my words, words loaded with carbs and calories. I would like to apologize to all my Bostonian readers (that total is currrently zero), and tell you that it will never happen again (this is likely a lie).
Terry Francona received a positive medical report and will not have to have surgery. This means the skipper will be back in the dugout sometime early next week most likely. We anxiously await his return. No one wants Johnny Damon to have to run the team, no one. | | |
| Potential Sweep Leaves Francona Heartbroken...Literally
Terry Francona, manager of the defending world champion Boston Red Sox, was hospitalized early Wednesday for tightness in his chest. Personally I think he's faking. Nice way to get out of the final game of what looks to be a clean sweep for the hated Yanks. Rumor has it Johnny Damon was going to use the same excuse, but Francona beat him to it. David Ortiz tried to say he was going to aid in taking Mannie Ramirez to a hair specialist in Brooklyn, but neither were allowed out of the game.
As a Red Sox fan and lover, it pains me to see my world champs fall this early in the year. I wouldn't have been too upset with a 2-1 Yanks series win, simply because it's at Yankee Stadium and the Bo Sox are without Schilling for the series. However, a sweep just won't cut it. Seeing Steinbrenner sitting in his box with that old smurk of his really makes me want to load my car with explosives and roll it right into Yankee Stadium.
Has anyone ever noticed how the Yankees don't have a solid black player? Everyone is of a kind of creamy complexion. Jeter, A-Rod, Posada, Sheffield, Riveria, Bernie, etc... All their best players are light skinned? Does this mean that Steinbrenner is a racist, and that he refuses to sign any real Africans to his team like say an Ortiz or Cecil Fielder? I think it does. Don't worry Mr. Steinbrenner, I won't turn you in. (Dials the good reverand Jesse Jackson)
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