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"WWF"
Shortly after sending out the Bip Report 11/23, I remembered the name to be Duane Gill (after the fact memory such as Gallipoli. You guys know what I'm talking about). Then Nolan and Darrin sent confirmation. So yes, it is Duane Gill, and he is your new WWF light-heavyweight champion. I have to say, I like Duane's style. He is junk, he gets beat up, yet still, he is the champ. I hope he continues to get the crap beat out of him, yet still wins. He looks like a real friendly guy. Kinda like Sky. I'll bet he's a cool guy to talk to. Duane Gill. A name to watch, as the WWF moves to the future. And for John Wong, March 15 is the week before Thanksgiving. Let me pray to the high heavens that I have no homework due on Tuesday. So buy me that ticket, and we'll get our asses to see some RAW IS WAR! I think I'll skip school on Tuesday, for the sole purpose of going to RAW. Let us hope there are no midterms and no papers. If there's a paer, I frickin do it early. Cause ain't nothin on earth gonna stop me from RAW!
"Flood"
I checked my yahoo acount, only to see I was flooded with 43 E-mails. When I got in there, I realized they were all Carley's damn survey and this Goonies nonsense. Okay, Carley, your survey isn't bad, but I don't even have the vaguest idea who these people are. So I took your advice, and got delete happy.
As for the Goonies. Crap. I agree Jen and Josh. What the hell is so good about them? I'll admit, it's been a while since I last saw the movie, and I do not remember the finer points. But what could be so good as to warrant all this fuss? If it were Star Wars or Godfather, hell yeah, I'd be excited. But I wouldn't be E-mail excited.
"Star Wars"
Okay, release date for Episode 1: The Phantom Menace is May 31 Memorial Day weekend, am I right? I will be home by this time. Just barely home, but home nonetheless. Who wants to camp out with me to be the first in line for this movie? We will go to frickin Waikiki big theatres, and bring damn sleeping bags, hibachis, and portable TV/VCR's so as to watch the trilogy outside over and over again, original and special edition. Camp out starts when I step off the plane, to guarantee the best seats in the house. Who is with me on this? Tell me now. The goal is Phantom Menace maximization. The plan includes buying tickets not only for the first show, but for the rest of the showings that opening day. I will spend the whole day in the theatre watching the movie over and over again. This is my plan. Call me crazy, call me a loser. Whatever. I look to spend a good $50 dollars on that movie. Titanic is going down. The plan will be repeated for Episodes 2 and 3.
"Thanksgiving"
I'm thinking the Bip Report will take it's first ever break. That's right. The first ever Bip Report break for Thanksgiving. Likewise, the Bip Report will be on break for Christmas vacation. And then it will be a whole new report. A whole new room, a whole new roommate. What the hell am I going to write about?!?!?! (Incidentally, Ms. Verga, I sure do hope you aren't shaking the beds in a Fang-like fashion).
"The extent of Fang's BO"
I rank Fang's BO as the third worst I have ever smelt. #1 spot being held by Mr. Milner, but this is not a ever-present smell. But when it is unleashed, you have hell to pay. #2 Some stank Kalaheo guy I wrestled. He was stink. In only one round, two minutes, the stink rubbed off on me. When I went back, I remember Ken and Steph refused to sit by me. I had to bathe in deodarant to get it off.
But Fang's BO is number 3 on the list. It's bad. And it's always there. I think the always there factor is the kicker.
Okay, so that's all for today. If I don't write a Report tomorrow, and really, I have no idea when I'm getting home, have a Happy Thanksgiving, and may all your turkey's be white. May your gravies be warm, brown, thick, and hearty. May your pies be pumpkin, and may they glow with the warmth and goodness of the hearth. May your yams be candied to a caramelized goodness. May your mashed potatoes be garlicy and buttery and filled with exotic spices, and end up tasting like the Kaka'ako Kitchen potatoes served on Wednesdays with chicken fried chicken. May your salads be minimal, and your meats be plentiful. But may the salads you eat be rich in vitamins and minerals, and consisting of strange lettuces, the likes of which you have never seen before. May your soups be soupy, and your chowders be chowdery. May your soups also be served in giant bowls of bread, and let this not cost 7.99 like in SF. Let there be pork and beef and corn and biscuits and everything your heart desires. If you are in Hawaii, may your pokis and pupus be oh so tasty. Let there be ice cream enough to make Omar die. But most of all, let there be much thanks for the great blessings we all have recieved, the family, friends, and almost making it through our first semester at college. Give thanks for the being fortunate enough to attend these fine Universities, and for being able to leave said Universities and get back to the Islands. With all that said and done, there is only one thing left. If you're not down with Bip, then I got two words for ya! No, not that. Diamonds are forever, and so is a gobble-gobble gee and a gobble-gobble gickle. I wish that turkey only cost a nickle. Happy Thanksgiving.
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