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TheRunningPotato
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Name: Ben
Location: St. Louis, Missouri, United States
Birthday: 7/9/1990
Gender: Male
Interests: PWHS Band (alto sax), Rubik's Cubes, Star Wars, Kaizers Orchestra, music, grammar, reading, calculators (but not the stupid, snobby little 89's with their fancy graphic interfaces...), ping pong, gaming, fire, NationStates.
Expertise: Hmm... pretty much the same as above. Plus 1337... w007 (but don't tell the Slashdotters). Part of a balanced breakfast.
Occupation: Beef Potato Wheelman
Industry: Computer Science
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  therunningpotato
Member Since:
2/18/2006
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| http://russellsteapot.com/comics/2007/Dra-Til-Helvete.html
Oh, man. I don't care who you are, this is just hilarious.
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Hehe.
Also, I'm thinking our jazz presentation in English is going to be pretty much amazing. I'm excited.
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| Haikus are easy
But they don't always make sense
Velociraptors
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| Ahhh!!! NOOOO!!!!! A pixel died on my awesome monitor o' hugeness.
Alas, 1738 x 984. We hardly knew ye.
EDIT:
Another NOOOO!!!!! They're not going to release Rock Band for Wii until much later after the PS3 and 360 launch date! Oh well, it's not like I have enough money for it anyway.
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| So, this is what I was doing this evening instead of my chem homework:
Ode to the Morning Commuter
Brake lights in front of you.
Hit your brakes.
Hope the guy behind you notices.
Orange flashing arrow: LANE ENDS.
Damn.
Patience.
Wait for it.
Wait...
Wait.
Thank goodness for NPR.
An opening!
Awesome. Sneak in.
Wait!
Swerve away!
Didn't see that guy. Could've died.
Traffic moves.
Traffic slows... to a stop.
Brake again.
Why? What's going on up there?
You'll never know.
Off ramp.
Can you beat the yellow?
Looks like it. Looks like it, yeah.
Come on.
WAIT!
Sudden movement in the front.
Slam on your brakes.
Bastard cut you off.
Scalding drips of coffee
All over your brand new pants.
Sitting at red, wet and hot. Angry.
Brake lights in front of you.
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