Am I Just Hotter Here, Or is it The Excessive Moisture in the Air?

My mum played basketball for Louisiana State University. She was recruited from her small, rural hometown in Australia and is immortalized in the basketball hall of heroes. Thus, I grew up rooting for LSU.

When the time came, I applied to her alma mater for kicks and jumped at the full-tuition scholarship offer.

I’ve been berated for saying “pop” ever since.

People in this neck of the woods do lots of crazy shit. They call pop “cokes,” only require one license plate on automobiles, are confused by vegetarians and have crowded bars every night of the week.

On the bright side, Baton Rouge is full of coffee shops, seafood and friendly people.

But they’re all crazy.

I can’t afford the therapist necessary to deal with this, so I plan to pour my heart out to you. You can sit back and take it all in, and give me your thoughts as you see fit. Prescriptions – medical and therapeutic – may only be given by those qualified to do so.

Let’s hold hands and get through this together. I’ve still got another year …

Summer 2007: Picture Book of People With Each Other

While most college-going kids in this area have already departed, I have to shine it on for two more weeks until I can move in my new place downtown. Since I’ve got all this downtime before I go back, I had been thinking that the time was nigh to do a 2007 SUMMER RECAP! (In Pictures). This likely was the best in recent memory mainly because I kept active for the first time, in well, ever. I could go on and do a lengthy and relatively uninteresting essay, but I’ll spare you just this one. Take a gander through our handy dandy pictobrowser app below to see the summer that was Two-Bond.

In God We Trust

I’ve been overseas ladies and gentlemen.  And they taught me what is national identity.  Yes, they’ve got their green efforts, anti-military stances and personal politician-citizen relationships.  Yes, we have our love for braindead locomotives, assembly-lining paper, greasing gears with the last drop in the can and allowing the wolf-crier to make personal decisions.

But did you know we have something even more special than that?  Our teeth.  Yes – yes girls and boys, our teeth!  It’s cos we have teeth groomers!  All that flouride in the water, you can bleach, you can cap, you can gap, you can straighten and pull!  We take this seriously, America.  We have superior teeth – now isn’t that something to be proud of?