Posers? Or Real Deals?

Recently I visited the Mask for Walla Walla College and did a search to see what my friend's pictures looked like this year. What I found was a mix of people posing as my friends and real pictures of my actual friends. So I've gone and figured out who the posers are so you don't have to.

This dude claims to go by the name "RJ". I don't think so pal!! This guy is a big time poser just trying to get some chics at WWC. This picture looks nothing like a church directory shot nor is one corner of his collar flipped up.
Verdict: POSER (double thumbs up is the big tip off here)


I was about to label this guy as a poser, but take a closer look. This is definitley Bob Renck. Look at the left eye, the nose, the burly beard, and especially the nice teeth. I must have somehow accessed the futureverse while doing my search. He is a bonified dentist in this pic.
Verdict: Make no mistake this guy is the REAL DEAL.


Next I did a search for my good old campin' buddy, Casey Luport. I was a bit taken-a-back with what came up. This guy looks way cooler looking than Casey, so he can't be a poser by definition. Sorry Casey, but this guy is out of your league.
Verdict: REAL DEAL


For this search I was glad I didn't have to think about if this guy was a poser or not. It's clearly Nick.
Verdict: REAL DEAL


I did a search for my friend Petra. She took campaign pictures for Nick and I once and I thought she still might be in the mask database. What I found amused me. Petra is simply way hotter than this chica and kicks way more ass too!
Verdict: POSER!


Finally, I did a search for my friend Adam....My universe and also my futureverse exploded.
Verdict: REAL DEALS

Party Food

I was real hungry and I was lookin' to have me a real good time. I needed a superior food that provided a rad time while also giving me all the sustenance I needed. Then I knew.....it could only be peanut butter jelly time! Click here to get your party ON!!

mmmMMMMMmmm! So dang good!

Go back to your roots, make a PB&J today. (Bob, you can make a PBA1&J)

Today was a BAD day :(

Pull it together K-dog. You gotta get up on that horse again.

I Don't Want to Die Doing Something I Love

Like Earl Pitts, the redneck radio personality, I take issue when I go to a funeral and people stand up and say, "At least he died doing what he loves." As if it's some kind of consolation and as if he would've wanted it that way. I say that's bunk! We work too dogone hard, working 8-12 hour days for jerk of a boss for almost no money, or I study too hard before my tests and nearly kill myself during them to just up and die when I finally get to go surfing with the dolphins at the beach or lace up those bowlin' shoes again. I'll tell you right now, I do not want that to happen to me.

As a matter a fact, the opposite is true. When I'm standing there in the lab, getting high on formaldehyde, stumped out of my mind as to what I'm looking at on the cadaver in an anatomy practical and realizing I'm gonna fail; hell, I wouldn't mind if I just slumped over right then and joined the guy. At the very least I wouldn't have to worry about the test and they could even use me on the next exam. It'd be nice to be on the other side of things for once. I'd be like, "you ain't gonna get this point kid, I got a Buccopharyngeal nerve like you ain't never seen before!" Then I'd laugh real hard to myself. Or if I got pulled over by cop for speeding for the third time in a row, I wouldn't mind if the good Lord took me right then and the cop found me keeled over the steering we'll.

So I don't mind dying. I ain't even afraid of it, cause the good Lord has got place for us. Just don't take me when I'm enjoying myself.

Thank goodness midterms are over! I'm going to take a shower, towel off, and then go play some volleyball! (really). If I die, you'd better say I was ticked off!

Robbed

The Super Bowl Championship was stolen from the Seahawks, but the Stealers had nothing to do with it.