Trail By Chapter

If Jerks wasn't gonna post it, I was...to see the actual document that officially gave legitimacy to the fiery demise of Brother Sayyad was awe inspiring. Oh wait, what the fuck am I saying...HE NEVER EXISTED. All those times you said, "well I now have a Pakistani brother!" Nope, never happened.  That drunk ass loud brown streak you saw walking around the house? Not exactly, you were hallucinating. What comes after 1645?!...1646? Wrong! that number doesn't exist.  Oh and if that person who doesn't exist comes back on Beta Pi property? Hennepin County will prosecute "no one" for trespassing I guess.

What's that brown thing in the bottom left corner? Nothing. That's ahhhh, ummm....an Umppa Lumppa?

Once we all had a good laugh about someone's gallant attempt to silence reality, I started paging through the roll books from the 1960's.  To my astonishment, I finally found who I can thank for defending BOTT from being the lethargic unpatriotic pricks we all are!

Thanks to Jeff and Randy! How did that Vietnam thing work out?

I for one would like to welcome the new change in venue to Sensor's.  However, I don't care to give anymore attention or money to the Sensor family ever since meeting Joe's skankfest/cumdumpster daughter (Brittnai -- yeah even her name is spelled like a hooker would spell it) at Kenni's apartment in 2003. What a flaming bitch that girl is.  The moment Sally's opens, I hope Amy Sensor crashes her car into that place too.

You're a signer? Where can I listen to your songs? Itunes? No? Ohhhh MySpace. Cool, well I wish I could come see you performing at the Cable Ace Award's after party, but I have to shove an ice pick in my ear.