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On a cold
January (we're assuming the pain blocks clear memories) night in 2001, Greg
and I redefined the genre of "Ring a Ding Ditch" using only a
laundry basket, length of orange extension cord, a 1986 Toyota Camary, and
a dream. Six days later, the integral ingredients of a camera, Andrew, and
an open trunk were included. This page is the events of that second night,
and those of my harrowing six month rehab after the accident. This is pretty
much the entire reason there's an 'Exploits' page at all. |
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For your reading
pleasure, the 'Basketeering Essay' submitted to my freshman English class.
It is presented in it's unabriged form. May contain language unsuitable
for everyone. |
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It's a fucking
flaming aluminum baseball bat people. I can't stress that enough. It's not
a 'torch' or whatever the hell else your imagination comes up with. I lost
all the hair on his arm doing this, as it took about seven takes to get
it right. This thing used to be pretty well hidden on the old site, so nobody
saw it. By hidden, I mean it was out in plain site...everyone was just too
oblivious to click the GREEN text that looked like every other link on the
site. |
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Born from
the fires of rape, there was only one website
who could adequately surmise the perfect mixture of ingredients for such
a deadly cocktail. Unfortunately, the corrosiveness of the brew ruined many
a picture of jerry-rigged mixers made from electric drills and shots of
my patented bellowing. What's been found in the carnage of that explosive
day is displayed here so that the same mistakes may never be repeated. |
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