tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34103782011-04-21T15:05:59.885-05:00Shake your babies!!!!! It gives them POWER!!If I were gay, I would have to be a woman, because I cannot ever see myself desiring a nutsack other than my own. Wait, that came out wrong. Oh sh...Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comBlogger1381100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-1132442361874928542005-11-19T17:16:00.000-06:002005-11-19T17:19:21.883-06:00I had a thought the other day that some might still be checking this site looking for updates. Well, ain't gonna happen. I've moved on to greener pastures. www.myspace.com/pimpyfish is the new source of entertainment. Please, drop by and read sometime. When you're done, you can see other people's far inferior blogs. Also, listen to Mama Cass. You'll be glad you did. Bye!Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-1116310490686721472005-05-17T00:44:00.000-05:002005-05-17T01:14:50.693-05:00You may be driving down the road, maybe picking up a loaf of bread from the grocery store, maybe running over squirrels just for the sport of it, but you will realize that something you just thought of would be ideal for blogging topics. That's usually the way it works. But not for me. My brain has been dry lately. I bet that would feel weird, were my brain actually dry, and not moist and Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-1115671455742863232005-05-09T15:18:00.000-05:002005-05-09T15:44:15.780-05:00I believe the highlight of my week was when, while sitting in the office at work, waiting ofr my daily assignment, I noticed my boss out of the corner of my eye, scratching his balls. It happens sometimes, so I politely averted my gaze. I looked back roughly 10 seconds later, only to see that he was still doing it. What's worse, he was very casual about it. He was sitting facing the rest of the Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-1114765139794173672005-04-29T03:32:00.000-05:002005-04-29T03:58:59.796-05:00Damn this town and all its windyness! The women. Even the ugly 300 lb. black women that stare at you while they slowly tongue an ice cream cone, and their eyes roll back in their head a little bit, and they don't seem to care that it drips down their shirt. (True story) Honest injun, (savages), there are so many amazing looking women walking around, I swear, one could not swing the AIDS infested Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-1114457766831934142005-04-25T13:53:00.000-05:002005-04-25T14:58:32.746-05:00I went and saw the Yo La Tengo this past Thursday night. They played for over two hours. Beers were $5 at the Vic Theater. Now, you may think that paying that much would mean a beer of decent size. Not true at all. I went up to the bartender and ordered a Miller Lite. He (the bartender) produced a 12 oz. can of said drink, and poured it into a plastic cup. $5. And as he slid it across to me, he Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-1114056642368209352005-04-20T23:05:00.000-05:002005-04-20T23:10:42.370-05:00I have the internet now. It was a long and painful process that involved me kicking things. I was a madman, bound for hell, and cackling all the way. So now that I got it, I have thoughts of reopening the blog. But it all depends on fate, my friends. For I will have this up for two weeks, and should someone respond and tell me to do it, it shall be done. If no one comes by and says anything, I Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-1093989429880175742004-08-31T15:06:00.000-05:002004-09-01T20:59:50.020-05:00I believe that the last one that I typed was in February, but before you go get all buck wild and cheerful, I feel you should know that this is my last blog ever. True, I said that about my last blog, but upon further inspection, I realized that it was no way to go out. I'd like to think of it as my last nonsensical post ever, but I guess we'll just have to wait and see where this one goes. And Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-1077058273775338632004-02-17T16:37:00.000-06:002004-02-17T16:53:07.670-06:00I don't know if anyone even checks here anymore, but I had a free half hour to type, so here it goes- -I used most of my half hour trying to find places to find the new Starflyer 59 album -I spent the rest trying to find tickets to the Yeah Yeah Yeahs concert, an act which was predestined for me by God, it was. -I have friends up in Chicago. Honest to goodness friends. No more tears for Todd! -Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-1071251960765244492003-12-12T11:45:00.000-06:002003-12-12T12:00:08.513-06:00Fuzzy wuzzy wumpus Rikki tikki tavi Nuns are eating hummus kids are licking taffy butterberry pogo stick That singer Nelson's name was Rick Foogety fag and a rum tum tum Boy my poems sure are dumb I came across 17 dollars today and rather than spend it on something important or necessary I bought the new cd by Charlie Rose and The Gutbucket Five. I love music that I've never heard of. I ate a Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-1069352096736442092003-11-20T11:49:00.000-06:002003-11-20T12:15:22.560-06:00I normally post on Wednesdays, as I have an hour to kill and blogging is the way that I kill time. Guns are the way I kill people. Tomorrow I will kill again. But I had the chance for socialization, with people who are nice and don't smell like vegetable beef soup like the damned souls of Decatur do, and so I took it. I socialized. I'm pretty sure I'm in a coma and I'm just having dreams in whichToddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-1068662342164986012003-11-12T12:19:00.000-06:002003-11-12T12:38:59.246-06:00i began a new blog last week on wednesday, the same time i always do, but there was something amiss. I noticed that whenever i hit the e, d, or c buttons, nothing happened. this being the only free computer in the lab, i decided to press on. i explained it in the blog, and began. but unfortunately, i became too pissed to go on, when i would type, for example, the word need. without the e and d, Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-1067452277070735972003-10-29T12:19:00.000-06:002003-10-29T12:31:16.096-06:00I meant to blog last week, but I missed class on the one day that I had blogcess. I didn't intentionally miss class. I was ill. I'm always ill. But when my alarm went off and I got out of bed only to cough something up on the floor and wonder in amazement, "I can't believe it's not butter!" Then Fabio came in and gave me a bj, so I was quite disposed for the day. My mom works with a lady with anToddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-1066239436962374812003-10-15T12:26:00.000-05:002003-10-15T12:37:16.553-05:00I've decided that from now on, Todd is going to be more proactive. God, I hope I'm using that word right. (God: I hope so too, but I really have no way of knowing. I really suck at spelling. That's why my name is God. Easy to say, easy to spell.) Does this mean that I will be going to parties? Hells no! I've already endorsed my hatred of parties, but it does mean that I will make an effort to be Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-1065030218552518832003-10-01T12:27:00.000-05:002003-10-01T12:43:38.073-05:00I'm sitting in a little room on the 7th floor of the Columbia College Building right now typing my blogs, and I had to lie and say that I needed the computers for homework. Those dumb bastards. Today is my shit day, wherein I have class from 9 until 5, when I go to work until about 10:30, which puts me home just shortly before midnight. What a day. But the gloriousness of a brand new Angel Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-1064848263723182452003-09-29T10:01:00.000-05:002003-09-29T10:11:03.763-05:00I write to you from the hallowed halls of Columbia. How I got a computer out in the hallway is far too interestinng to share in this blog here. So instead I'll tell you a story about clones. Clones like the movie Multiplicity. My parents said that Michael Keaton deserved an Oscar for his performance. My parents say incredibly stupid things sometimes. I have always said that if a clone of myself Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-1064042735535792672003-09-20T02:25:00.000-05:002003-09-20T02:25:35.346-05:00While I was without the blogging power for a few weeks, I noticed that there seemed to be a bit of a blogging renaissance, wherein everyone came out of the woodwork and started getting things chugging again. This pleases me greatly, and much like hearing a real balls smacking rock record makes you want to start your own band, all the new and often clever blogs are inspiring me to blog. Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-1064008588401928472003-09-19T16:56:00.000-05:002003-09-19T16:56:27.773-05:00I can't apologize enough, five people that read this, for my absence of late, so I'm not going to. I have a fantastic new apartment, but no internet service with said apartment, so life is rough. I know what you're thinking; "This guy moves to a new house like J-Lo marries men :-) (It's the new bland joke section I'm thinking of trying out on the blog) But alas, I am home now, and am trying to Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-1062221168768876842003-08-30T00:26:00.000-05:002003-08-30T00:26:08.750-05:00No excuses here, I'm a lazy bastard that doesn't have a sense of drive in his body. Upon returning home from vacation on the 18 of August, I refused to go home. I asked Shawn if it was alright if I crashed at his place. He said ok. I finally came home today. Why, you ask? Because I'm moving tomorrow. I have survived the longest fuggin summer ever. I was terribly sad that I had to come home today,Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-1061018771533544782003-08-16T02:26:00.000-05:002003-08-16T02:26:11.153-05:00Here's my vacation thus far. If you have any questions, email me at pimpyfish316@yahoo.com. I expect no emails. I HAVE TROUBLE COMMITTING Saturday- No sleep Chubby black kid on train Don't need the desert cart Say hi to mom Get home and eat sandwiches Call Circuit City Go see Donnie Pick up BT cd Gayest looking album cover ever Go home Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-1060068158110276932003-08-05T02:22:00.000-05:002003-08-05T02:22:38.150-05:00I googled my own name completely out of boredom and found that my name, which I have always found horrific, ( I hate the name Todd) is quite the popular name. I found out that there was an actor in a movie so bad that it gives Plan 9 from Outer Space a run for its money. The actor's name. Gregory Peck. Actually Todd Griffin, but I think it would have been funny had Peck been in a movie called "Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-1059804888726716282003-08-02T01:14:00.000-05:002003-08-02T01:14:48.750-05:00I went and saw Spy Kids 3-D: GAME OVER last monday, and I had a really good time. When was the last time you ever saw a movie in the third dimension? I touched the things on screen! It was amazing. I had spent the weekend at my cousin's home, and he had both of the other Spy Kids movies on dvd, so I thought, why not? Robert Rodriguez made them and he also made the masterpiece of "From Dusk Til Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-1059082015694070512003-07-24T16:26:00.000-05:002003-07-24T16:26:55.720-05:00What exactly does "it's been real" mean anyway? I think it's supposed to be short for "it's been real fun", but why the hell don't people just say that? It's one extra word. I'm all for editing. God knows that I could stand to edit my blogs down once in a while, whittle out the lines that drone on and on about my depression and end up sounding like Smiths lyrics. But what if "It's been real" Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-1058909542892181122003-07-22T16:32:00.000-05:002003-07-22T16:32:22.893-05:00I live for the weekends. It makes it so much easier to live in this place if I don't spend any time here. I'm going to my aunt's place this weekend, and then the weekend after I'll probably kill with Shawn. We don't do much, but at least I don't have visions of slitting my wrists the right way with a rusty loose piece from a window sill. The weekend after that, I'm on vacation, which will take Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-1058764949603457402003-07-21T00:22:00.000-05:002003-07-21T00:22:29.656-05:00LITTLE BOYS WEAR BALLCAPS by Todd Griffin (Opening: Dad and Billy are sitting on their front porch on a lazy summer evening, watching the traffic come and go from the stop sign located right in front of their house. Dad is wearing black slacks and a button up dress shirt. Billy is wearing a pair of jean shorts, with a red striped t-shirt and a blue baseball cap.) (Dad and Billy both watch as a Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-1058337116063250192003-07-16T01:31:00.000-05:002003-07-16T01:34:09.400-05:00I know I should blog, but I'm just too fat right now. It has been a while, but I do have the excuse of vacation and a new job and visiting with friends and family. As a matter of fact, this would normally be where I would write a blog that would take three hours to read, but I really can't muster up any enthusiasm for it. There are a ton of things I want to do, but I never seem to find the time, Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-1056527271065430852003-06-25T02:47:00.000-05:002003-06-25T02:47:50.993-05:00Ok, first off, Nick's an asshole. In Chicago, but he does not even bother to pay me a visit, while I too am in Chicago, as it is my place of residence. But, in his blog, he also mentions the Ben Kweller album, which made me get it out and listen to it. (HE MADE ME!) It's hot as balls. I have no AC, as I'm sure I've mentioned. The expression hot as balls took on a whole new meaning for me, as Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-1056317321898645382003-06-22T16:28:00.000-05:002003-06-22T16:28:41.850-05:00If there's one thing I've learned since moving into Casa De Hell a few weeks ago, it's that if Dindo is home, you shouldn't be. And in the case where it can't be helped, you are to hide the fact that you are home from him, which is quite easy considering his absent minded nature, and the fact that he always has the Rush Limbaugh show turned up incredibly loud. I spent the past three nights at my Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-1055962658016709222003-06-18T13:57:00.000-05:002003-06-18T13:57:37.893-05:00I had a wee bit of excitement the other night, and I was taught a few valuable lessons. I had just come home from work, and roommates Greg and Ollie were wanting to go out and buy some beer, most likely to drink, but I can't say for sure. They had gone to several places in the area, but most were closed, as it was past 11 at night when I got home. I suggested that we go to the local gas station,Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-1055739134444669722003-06-15T23:52:00.000-05:002003-06-15T23:52:14.460-05:00You know what's fun? Doing things! What's not fun is the train ride back from doing things when you think about how if your Asian landlord is there, you might kill him with a lamp, just like what happened to Tommy's dad in Tommy. So I got to spend the weekend with my brother up north. So up north, in fact, that had I been large, green and angry, I could have hurled a tennis ball into Wisconsin. Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-1055534856639762672003-06-13T15:07:00.000-05:002003-06-13T15:07:36.596-05:00I get to go visit my brother up north this weekend. This is always fun, but given the state of nothing that I've been living in this past month or so, I'm giddy with excitement. Yesterday ex-roomie Shawn invited me to visit him on Friday night at his new dorm room. I got off of the phone and looked at my roommate Greg, who, as usual, was on the computer, and told him, "I have something to do on Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-1055452240602629862003-06-12T16:10:00.000-05:002003-06-12T16:10:40.536-05:00I've been reading a lot these past few days and I've come across a few jokes that actually made me laugh out loud. I don't claim that they'll do the same to you, but get off my back!! I'm bored and I'm trying to spread some joy. Screw you all for judging me! 1)Two boys get their report cards and notice that they both got F's from their sex education teacher. "I can't believe we failed sex ed," Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-955196062003-06-10T15:08:00.000-05:002003-06-10T15:08:23.236-05:00TIME MACHINES- Warren and I were talking last night, as we often do nowadays that the boring days of summer seem to drag the life out of us. We got on the topic of time machines and how when they get made, Warren will purchase a GE brand model. I told him that I would borrow it so as to see the Beatles rooftop performance, as it is the only thing that I could fathom going back in time for. But Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-953834092003-06-06T14:52:00.000-05:002003-06-06T14:52:56.303-05:00Let's get this out of the way. AOL is being a dick and won't let me check my email on any computer in my new hellhouse, so feel free to send me email at pimpyfish316@yahoo.com. I appreciate any and all mail that I get. I'm like the elderly that way. That and that I have a chronic case of osteoporosis. My bones are turning to powder as we speak. I was watching the Clifford cartoon the other day Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-950525742003-05-29T17:00:00.000-05:002003-05-29T17:00:20.230-05:00Ah, figs! I thought that I had been done and finished with this thing, but I find myself with some free time and no issues of Maxim laying about. Give it some time and I'll get the drive to walk to my local magazine stand and buy one while an old lady stares at me behind her copy of Better Homes and Gardens. I got the FHM special issue in which the feature was "The Girls of Buffy." Never before Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-949256932003-05-26T23:34:00.000-05:002003-05-28T12:41:24.000-05:00Warren, I hope this makes you happy, but nothing ever does, you penis wrinkle. Exhaustion, thy name is Todd. I would have slept in the car on the way back to Chicago today, but the sun came in the back window and I might as well have been a slice of bacon. The weekend was so balls busy, and it was all a great time, except for me waking up with a sore throat the day of the wedding that just got Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-946990622003-05-21T14:11:00.000-05:002003-05-21T14:11:20.360-05:00The Buffy finale was, in a word, perfect. I laughed, I got misty eyed, I was excited, and I had my passion for writing rekindled. Not blogging mind you, but writing. I'll still blog of course, but I mean that I realized again last night that I know what I want to do with my life, and if I can write an episode even half as good as last night's, I will be the happiest boy in Chinatown. I imagine Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-943465722003-05-14T15:09:00.000-05:002003-05-14T15:18:15.000-05:00I got my "required" measles shot the other day. I use quotations around required because I had these shots already, and had the hospital send proof of it, but they conveniently lost those papers. They said it might hurt. They wasn't just whistling Dixie. I couldn't go to work yesterday, because I couldn't lift my arm above my shoulder without writhing in pain for about a half an hour. So I had toToddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-941893452003-05-12T01:50:00.000-05:002003-05-12T01:54:29.000-05:00August 29, 2002. I remember this date well. Not the day, but the date. When Mike Hagan had his old blog, which is probably still there at nolongerbald.blogspot.com, I went there on pretty much a daily basis. As of August 29, Mike Hagan stopped blogging on that one. I was left for months with a blog about baseball players and strikes. I remember the frustration that I felt with each day, the lack Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-931630532003-04-24T01:32:00.000-05:002003-04-24T01:32:33.846-05:00HERE BE SOME SHIT! -Andrew Osenga's cd is off the hook. Who is Andrew Osenga you ask? Well, I'm an indie kid, so shove it up your ass! -I stole my UPASS. THis gives me glee. Others pay $70 a month for it. Try thievery. -Tonight I stole some of Pat's ice cream. An unnoticable amount. Not like 2 out of 3 salisbury steaks. -Pat's an asshole and deserves to have things stolen from him -Pat was Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-929719592003-04-21T02:48:00.000-05:002003-04-21T02:48:00.996-05:00Ah, that magical season known as Easter, when a rabbit laid an egg and from it hatched the resurrected Christ, with twice the strength and underwater breathing abilities that he had before. This is the first Easter in memory where I did nothing to celebrate the day. My family is downstate, Shawn had a friend in town, and Pat's an asshole. I ate at McDonalds. It was delicious, as you can imagine, Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-924767362003-04-12T03:41:00.000-05:002003-04-12T03:41:59.420-05:00Ok, so the website is up for my movie. It's not grand, in fact it's pretty dull, but feel free to look at it. Go to www.cyberscopewizards.com and then click on Mike Bohacz. He will have a section on his page about Columbia students. Click on it and then peruse the three websites. Mine is the "Asking Her Out" site. On top, fittingly. I don't know if or when the movie itself will be available, but Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-924174992003-04-11T04:19:00.000-05:002003-04-11T04:19:56.826-05:00ITEM!-- Yesterday in school, hot chick decided to make physical contact with Todd by placing her hand on his knee and also on his shoulder, at separate times. Roommates confirmed that physical touch is a key sign of flirting with women. ITEM-- Yesterday at work, other hot chick offers Todd a ride home, and although he comes out much later than she, he finds her waiting outside to give him said Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-922748122003-04-09T01:34:00.000-05:002003-04-09T01:34:59.280-05:00I gotta stop typing blogs late at night. I sound like a friggin goth kid. Read my last blog with a Cure album in the background. It fits. If you read it just right, when you get to the part about ADM, Robert Smith wail "Supermarket to the Wuh-orld!" How was he to know that they'd change it to "The Nature of Things to Come"? Seriously though, I'm fine, I hope no one was alarmed that I was sitting Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-921359192003-04-07T02:55:00.000-05:002003-04-07T02:55:21.123-05:00It's about 2:30 in the morning and I'm sick of this shit. I've tried to get back on a decent sleep schedule and it fails every time. I keep with it for about two days, and then I'm up until 3 again. It's nice late at night, much better than the daytime. I've been thinking quite a bit about the past and the future lately, as I have free time every once in a while. The sad thing about the past is Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-920577292003-04-05T15:52:00.000-06:002003-04-05T15:52:14.793-06:00Friggin shaved head. No one bothered to mention to me that spring in Chicago doesn't start until about the last week of May. I'm freezing my balls off here. The reason is that because of a birth defect, my balls are actually on the back of my head. Perhaps shaving my head was not a good idea, as they are now fully exposed and flap up against the back of my head when it gets windy. I was at the Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-919395842003-04-03T15:58:00.000-06:002003-04-03T15:58:02.216-06:00Ok, so I get home on Tuesday night and I'm checking to see if my friends are online. Nick is, so I stop by to say hi. Nick tels me that he just shaved his head. Bastard stole my thunder. I was just getting ready to do the same. Literally, in like ten minutes. I decided to do it anyway. We share no common friends here in the Windy City. As far as I'm concerned, I'm the Windy City Nick. He's the MtToddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-916862012003-03-30T22:28:00.000-06:002003-03-30T22:28:24.373-06:00Hey, if anyone has an idea for a clean bachelor party, feel free to share those ideas. I have to throw my buddy Donnie's party and we don't want to have a "typical" party. No nude ladies, no boozin'. I think we may just go down to Lake Decatur and kill ducks. I want it to be good, because it's my responsibility, and the name Todd Griffin is synonymous with party. And porno star. And hemophiliac. Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-913035012003-03-24T15:55:00.000-06:002003-03-24T16:04:04.000-06:00What a glorious day! How fantastic! As of midnight tonight, my little blog is officially 1 year old! As I look back over the past year, I realize that much has happened in life. In the past year alone, I have moved to Chicago, had Rob and Nichole's wedding, left the Decatur UPS with much glee, graduated from Richland with a sa-weet diploma to show for my efforts, got a girlfriend, lost a Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-911478822003-03-21T16:04:00.000-06:002003-03-21T16:04:48.110-06:00I had an idea for a blog, but I realized that I had already done something similar to it in an earlier blog. So I decided to spice it up a bit, and by spice it up, I mean change it into the foreign language that those taco making bastards use. Hence the Spanish blog of earlier. I got a kick out of knowing that people would eventually get bored enough to enter it into a translator and get their Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-908332212003-03-16T21:22:00.000-06:002003-03-16T21:22:29.200-06:00Una sombra aparece en la distancia. Cower de mujeres y ninos. Una brisa fria enfria el pueblo. Los chuchicheos en las puertas, "Barba Todd vuelve." Bastante un desechode tiempo, no es? Apuestelo se siente como Ralphie con el Ovaltine. Muy bueno, entonces. Usted se siente lo que esta como para mi cuando usted hace diarios de crap. Mi palabra yo soy pretensioso, usted no piensa? Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-906952302003-03-14T00:36:00.000-06:002003-03-14T00:36:59.606-06:00Ok, Warren sent me this, but with his info in it. His sucked, so I put mine into it. Marvel at my glory! I know this doesn't count as a blog. I'm not like Warren trying to get away with some crap like that. I encourage you to copy and paste one yourselves. Except for Warren. He can go to hell. 1.WHAT IS YOUR NAME? Todd Robert Griffin 2. WHAT COLOR PANTS ARE YOU WEARING? Faded blue jeans, low Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-905476942003-03-11T16:31:00.000-06:002003-03-11T16:31:57.403-06:00Well, ironically, after the last blog, I was able to find absolute proof that there is a God. He carved His initials into a tree in Franklin Park. Show off. His penmanship sucks for being a deity.Actually, I found out that money that was cut from my financial aid is now miraculously uncut and so instead of working my fingers down to the bone to pay off the impending bill that loomed on the Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-904487002003-03-10T04:18:00.000-06:002003-03-10T04:18:42.513-06:00Todd's views on God, etc. 1)This will likely be long and rambling. If you don't like it, don't read it. No skin off my butt. 2)This is being done as a combination of two things: My insomnia that I can't seem to shake, and the pesky nature inside me that decided that it was time to do an actual serious blog without any sex jokes or references to masturbation. We'll see how that one works out. 3)IToddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-903952032003-03-09T03:51:00.000-06:002003-03-09T03:51:44.000-06:00Two in one day! Man, I guess you can only jerk it so much before you get bored. I'm not looking forward to sleep right now, as I know I'm gonna wake up feeling like my nose is on fire. I'll have to sleep sitting up. Have you ever tried to sleep sitting up? It's hell. If I wasn't doing it on purpose it wouldn't be a problem, but as such, I'm gonna be wide awake until about 4:30. This is the way Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-903799282003-03-08T20:11:00.000-06:002003-03-08T20:11:39.903-06:00I have the best name for an album ever- Sick of Pissing. I realized earlier today that I was and then again on what an awesome album title it would be. I have been a bit under the weather of late, which is not surprising, being as the weather has been jumping around here from balls-numbingly cold to as high as wishing-for-death cold. Anywho, I'm not using medication, other than Advil, but I'm Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-901377852003-03-04T16:46:00.000-06:002003-03-04T16:46:52.233-06:00I seem to have a problem with wanting to do it with girls that I don't like. The girl I directed in my video is so hot, but she is a total b-word. Still, though I find myself getting pissed anytime she speaks, I can't deny that she's hot and that I would sell my parents into slavery if I could take a go at it. I guess I'm just a dude. We're thinking of calling Shawn "The Dude", due to his near Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-898923062003-02-28T03:22:00.000-06:002003-02-28T03:22:18.360-06:00I had a dream last night with AC Slater. The AC stands for Albert Clifford, don't you know? Seriously. Actually he wasn't AC in the dream. But if I had said Mario Lopez, most wouldn't have known who I was referring to. I don't think he was Mario Lopez in the dream either, but he took on the form of him. I'm not sure on the theme, but it had us running from the military and me pushing him and an Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-898260482003-02-27T01:53:00.000-06:002003-02-27T01:53:08.983-06:00My, how the time flies. Nick and Sarah, not to be confused with Zak and Sarah, have just recently left my place of residence. It was a short but sweet visit, and I felt like the guy that got his own spin-off show having the stars of the other show come and do a cameo. It was nice to play a character in "Mt. Zion Inc.", but when I look out at the skyline, I know that I was meant to have my own Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-895171192003-02-21T15:08:00.000-06:002003-02-21T15:08:28.330-06:00Where have all the bloggers gone? I am a bit saddened when I wander past the old blogging sites of late. They remind me of a Kiss reunion. Every once in a while we run across a gem, someone kicks out a rocking rendition of "Beth", but for the most part it's just phoning it in for the masses. I'm part of the problem too, I realize this. Life grabs you by the nuts and drags you kicking and Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-894184002003-02-20T00:49:00.000-06:002003-02-20T01:21:21.000-06:00Does this even work? This computer is so old my grandma farts dust.This kid I had show choir with used to say that all the time, only with joke in place of computer. He always acted like we were dumb for not knowing what he meant, yet he never told us either, a sure sign that he had no idea. Ok, it's been a bit since I blogged. I won't bore you with the details. I'll just say that I have had no Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-886962682003-02-07T02:50:00.000-06:002003-02-07T02:50:17.426-06:00This is it. Off to the windy city. Will the blogs stop? Nay! Will they decrease greatly in frequency? We shall see. It depends on if my school sucks, all my roommates are pedophiles, and Sarah Michelle Gellar renews her contract for another season of Buffy. Anyone who drives a humvee or other SUV in a town like Mt. Zion or Decatur is a bonafide, guaranteed ass. Car for sale! Car for sale! OneToddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-882784052003-01-30T12:03:00.000-06:002003-01-30T12:03:46.090-06:00I don't understand reference letters. They need a letter from someone who will tell them that you are worth something. Is there anyone on the planet who can't find at least one other person to BS a letter for them? I had my mom write mine for a Union scholarship. Who knows you better than your mom? Probably God, but hqave you tried calling Him at His office? That guy is like unreachable. I was inToddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-879405612003-01-23T23:12:00.000-06:002003-01-23T23:12:32.130-06:00I make lists. I like to make lists. It's organized and fun at the same time. 1) I HATE the car soup guy. I'd like to see him get tapped in the face with a baseball bat. I don't want him dead or anything, but I would like to hear his teeth breaking. 2) My brother in DC asked me to make a list of my top 25 albums to compare with his. He can no longer make fun of me for being listy. I made my list Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-878005202003-01-21T14:50:00.000-06:002003-01-21T14:50:05.296-06:00Two challenges have arisen to battle with me, and I have taken them both on with a certain ferocity reserved only for BattleCat. Not so much challenges, as deals that a mere mortal would shun, but I in all my glory faced head on. Friday night, after work, I'm getting me some dinner, and I pull into the McDonald's drive thru. Interesting sidebar, Donnie is with me and he gets a triple thick Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-874917012003-01-15T14:09:00.000-06:002003-01-15T14:09:32.850-06:00If you buy only one album in this year or any other, make sure it is Delirious, Glo. Never mind the fact that this particular cd was relesed nearly 3 years ago. You go to the local bread store and buy it now. In previews for the new Martin Lawrence movie (not film, I wouldn't even dignify it with that title) there are at least three scenes in which Martin Lawrence pretends that his badge is a Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-872360772003-01-10T15:42:00.000-06:002003-01-10T15:42:24.503-06:00My mono is easing up a bit. I know it won't quite go away for at least another month or so, but this not being interested in anything sexually was starting to get to me. This from a guy who jerks off to the mechanical girl bunny that the scientist used to trap Bugs. Perhaps that was too much. Actually, I know it was. Ah, piss on it. I'm getting fevers less and less now, as opposed to the rolling Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-871293022003-01-08T15:03:00.000-06:002003-01-08T15:03:34.596-06:00Hey guys, you wanna know what's more fun than a nice heaping case of mono? ANY DAMN THING ON THE PLANET!!!!! I've spent the last five days wishing I was dead, and waking up each morning, just to cry that God hadn't snuffed me out in my sleep. (I get giddy with the thought of Jesus creeping into my room, burglar-style, and holding a pillow over my face as I struggle against his enormous strength.)Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-867592032002-12-31T13:44:00.000-06:002002-12-31T13:44:21.500-06:00I was looking through some of my archives today, and I came across a line of mine that I got giddy with delight at. I know it's conceited, but screw you, I'm allowed to put whatever I want on this blog! "I call him Quippy. He calls me son of a bitch. I love him" This person is kind of old, but I have to express my hatred for them- Anyone who says that Weezer's Green Album sounds like the Blue Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-866536762002-12-29T02:50:00.000-06:002002-12-29T02:50:52.226-06:00Hi! Remember when I used to type stuff on here? That was great! I'd actually like to continue doing that, but it won't likely happen once I move to Chi-town. So I came on here to give you a rundown of the years best. This is all opinion, and I don't expect anyone to agree, but if you don't you're wrong. Best blog of the year- Warren's bathroom story- I'd like to give it up to Nick and the Prez Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-862381752002-12-18T16:00:00.000-06:002002-12-18T16:00:46.630-06:00I've been out driver helping with my fellow UPS employees. Basically, we run the boxes up to the door and they sit in the truck and eat Baby-back ribs. We passed a road that was named Danceland Ave. today. I should just say that you need to be careful what you name roads, because one might assume that it would be a fun place. The type of thing, where a guy hears a co-worker talking about Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-860439862002-12-15T15:58:00.000-06:002002-12-15T15:58:24.650-06:00It's been a while since I blogged the hell out of this thing, but does anybody really care? The holiday season has made us all too busy to bother posting quippy notes or funny little thoughts, and I haven't shopped for one single person yet. Not a one. I am so screwed. But it'll get done. I always buy in one day, I just usually do it before this. I blame the devil. He keeps me inside the house, Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-855565542002-12-05T15:22:00.000-06:002002-12-05T15:22:04.716-06:00You know what pisses me off? That Stone Sour song "Bother". This thing is crap, and I wonder how music like this gets released, yet Five O'Clock People sold about 50 copies of their album. Bother is a new type of prog-rock song. I swear, that guy should be wearing a cape and playing on an aggresively large organ in a dark dusty cave. There should also be a really long drum solo and a section in Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-853811332002-12-02T10:06:00.000-06:002002-12-02T10:06:14.240-06:00I think of guilty pleasures as something universal. You know, the type of thing that when you tell others about it, they smirk and nod as if to say, "Ah! Top drawer my friend. Let us sit down and discuss these matters over ale and a nice hearty grog!!" For example, I like "Africa" by Toto. Really like it. If I wasn't coughing up a quart of lung butter every 10 minutes like I am, I'd be singing itToddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-853023762002-11-30T13:47:00.000-06:002002-11-30T13:48:52.000-06:00Those who have ever gotten all the way to King Koopa on level 8-4 with like 30 lives left, and then jumped up in the air and gotten stuck because of a glitch in your NES, you know and share the pain of one who has typed out an Old Testament sized blog only to have it erased. So this will have to do for now. Hopefully this will shut Nick up, because if this don't, my nuts on his tonsils will. PoopToddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-849396972002-11-22T14:35:00.000-06:002002-11-22T14:35:26.193-06:00Zip a dee doo da! I should really be writing a children's story for my Creative Writing class, but I just have no idea what to write about. I had an idea to write a story on Bumblebee Racetrack, which is a hallucination I had when I did drugs all those many years ago. Never touch the stuff now, but the Bumblebee Racetrack was something that stuck with me over the years, unlike most of my short Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-845975932002-11-15T17:12:00.000-06:002002-11-15T17:17:27.000-06:00Here are some crazy wacky things to ponder upon and waste your day with: 1) What the hell is it in soda that makes it so fattening? I've heard that it's the sugar, but sugar makes you hyper, hence burning more calories. Plus, soda pop tastes good. Really good. If there was another drink as delicious as Pepsi, I would drink it by the gallon. But alas, there is little that both satisfies the "good Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-845401642002-11-14T14:05:00.000-06:002002-11-14T14:05:35.206-06:00Greetings from the Windy City!!! We sit here amongst the birds and the lions and gaze down upon the wonder that is Peoria. It's like Chicago with much less interesting things to do. We have enjoyed the hospitality of Warren and his roommate and friend David. Good times. We ate at the IHOP last night and we probably ate too much. We went to bed at about two in the am. I slept on David's bed, Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-844075582002-11-12T02:03:00.000-06:002002-11-12T02:03:51.916-06:00Me at about 8:30- Hey, I'm feeling kind of tired, I guess I'll lay down for a nap Me at midnight- Oh, (expletive deleted) I don't think I'm going to sleep again until about 6 in the morning (6 in the mo-nin!!) That said, I don't care how old Martha Stewart is, she's still friggin hot! When we did it, it would be on a bed with the softest, most well stitched sheets known to man. JugglebateToddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-842714512002-11-09T03:21:00.000-06:002002-11-09T03:21:33.090-06:00Why does it always blog on me? Is it because I lied when I was seventeen? Travis are a fantastic band. I broke my rule of no old music until I'm done with the new stuff and listened to Invisible Band last night. Perfection. I guess the album reminds me of the summer that I bought it in, which I now feel was the greatest period of my life. I was in great shape, I loved, loved, loved working at ADMToddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-841587082002-11-07T00:21:00.000-06:002002-11-07T14:43:45.000-06:00If anyone goes to see 8 Mile when it comes out, do two things immediately afterwards. 1) Stop reading my blogs. 2)Never talk to me again. That said, I've been told I can't do polls on this blog thing. Warrens a bastard. It's Sharkleberry Finn, you white trash piece of crap! PoopToddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-841380922002-11-06T16:29:00.000-06:002002-11-06T16:29:53.726-06:00We're blogging off the rails on a crazy train. All right, the Osbournes are coming back on in just a few weeks. I admit I watched and like the first season, but I will not watch the second season. I find the two kids irritating and they need to be put down. Jack and Kelly need to be beaten with a rubber hose. For weeks. Nonstop. Seriously. If it weren't illegal, I would go to a Congressman and Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-840224042002-11-04T15:25:00.000-06:002002-11-04T15:25:28.253-06:00Each time I eat a box of nerds and find the one purple in the whole box of pink, I understand how Steve McDonald felt going to Mt. Zion in high school. You know, the one time he wore a purple shirt when the rest of us were all wearing pink. That dumb bastard! Poop.Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-838120242002-10-31T00:42:00.000-06:002002-10-31T00:42:03.350-06:00Uh-huh! It was good blogging with you, uh-huh!! Due to the lack of interest by my coworkers in the cd player, I have had free reign over what gets listened to at work. As a result, I've dug up some mighty tasty, yet long forgotten treats. Namely two: Collective Soul-Dosage, and Better than Ezra-Friction Baby. These are in my cd holder every time I spin it around, yet I have forgotten how Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-837884122002-10-30T15:13:00.000-06:002002-10-30T15:13:36.666-06:00I just thought up the best Halloween costume in the history of all mankind. Go as a Jehovah's witness. All you need is a Bible. The door knocking takes care of itself, and you don't have to worry about offending anyone, because those friggin psychos don't celebrate Halloween. (I'm so sensitive!) And then, after you get the candy, get a serious look on your face, start to hand the candy back to Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-837266032002-10-29T12:03:00.000-06:002002-10-29T12:03:18.093-06:00That one song Touch Myself would have been even more controversial if it had said---- "I don't want anybody else, when I think about you I touch little kids in the back of my van." PoopToddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-836787002002-10-28T14:34:00.000-06:002002-10-28T14:34:15.716-06:00Hi, Apple Dumpling Gang, just a quickie to relate with Warren's woman handshake story. When I worked on the Richland newspaper, (with Warren, no less) I had to conduct an interview with a representative of the College. This was back in the the days when they were talking about strikes and teachers suddenly became very enthusiastic about their jobs. I went in to interview a woman, and as such, Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-836516782002-10-28T01:59:00.000-06:002002-10-28T01:59:28.753-06:00And if you see my reflection in the now bloggered hills, well the landslide blogged me down! I just bought the newest Dixie Chicks album. Holy Crap, I'm becoming my dad! Not that this is a bad thing. I love my dad, but his tastes in the music and movies are slightly skewered from what I enjoy. If you ever come over to my house on Sunday morning and find me watching the Mopar shows on The New TNN,Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-832438992002-10-20T02:53:00.000-05:002002-10-20T02:53:22.906-05:00Dead blogs on the dirty ground, when I know you're not around!!!! Ok, so I just finished watching the Saturday Night Live with John McCain and The White Stripes. First off, yes they're right. Frank McCourt is one depressed and depressing mofo. Secondly.After watching their performance, I am convinced that I could learn Meg White's drum parts in two days of moderately intense practice. She really Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-831831262002-10-18T14:41:00.000-05:002002-10-18T14:51:45.000-05:00I'm a Blogger baby, so why don't you kill me (Drive by body pierce). Yeah, so it's about time that Toddy Ruxpin got back to doing some epic blogs. I've decided to scale the whole Blog thing back. I hope all have liked the short sausages I've been leaving. Normally, I would just have that when I sat down to type, but I would end with one of those that takes up several pages worth of space. Now, Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-831501862002-10-17T22:11:00.000-05:002002-10-17T22:22:14.000-05:00Man, white people be so stupid!!! PoopToddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-830996372002-10-16T22:54:00.000-05:002002-10-16T22:54:37.926-05:00Busta Rhymes should endorse Consumer Credit Counseling Service with its new theme song- Woo-hah, I got you all in debt!!! Poop.Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-830491762002-10-16T00:04:00.001-05:002002-10-16T00:13:30.000-05:00Dumps, dumps, dumps, dumps like a truck, truck?......Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-830491722002-10-16T00:04:00.000-05:002002-10-16T00:04:23.030-05:00Friends, Romans, anyone!!! I give to you my new mission in life. To replace the word message with sausage. This could change the way the future goes. Now pay attention. In everyday use, you would be surprised with how often the word message comes up. My plan is to start saying sausage in it's place. Example: Old School way of life---- (Man returning from his lunch break)- Hey Becky, any messages Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-830238732002-10-15T13:09:00.000-05:002002-10-15T13:09:34.303-05:00A shadow appears in the distance. The townsfolk murmur with excitement amongst themselves. The prophecies would appear to be coming true. The hero will return. BeardTodd will be arriving shortly. Viva La BeardTodd!!! Poop.Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-826202242002-10-06T22:34:00.000-05:002002-10-06T22:37:51.000-05:00We are starbursts, we are golden, we are caught in the devil's parlor, and we've got to get ourselves back to the BLOGGER!! I won't say that I'm a fan of the Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, but they got themselves some sa-weet tunes on their greatest hits album. I say album, because I have it on record. Damn, I'm indie! All thanks to a birthday gift from one Mr. Nick Stolle. What a champ! Anywho, Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-824477652002-10-02T21:49:00.000-05:002002-10-02T21:51:36.000-05:00THIS JUST IN- Nick Stolle's lifestyle is vaguely reminiscent of A) Jim Belushi, in that 10 years from now, no one will know what he's done or really care. B) John Belushi, in that he will die at a young age due to his lifestyle- You ever wonder why you're sick so much? It's called a poor immune system. You ever wonder why you got a poor immune system? It's cause you don't do jack sh** all day Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-823480482002-09-30T22:59:00.000-05:002002-09-30T22:59:32.896-05:00California! Knows how to blog it! California! Knows how to blog it! My word, the Millikin station has been playing the rap music of late, and I just lean back in my granny pimp ride Lumina and drive around being as white as white gets. I love that stuff though. I have had very few rap albums in my day, and most of what I've had involved the words "DC" or "Talk" in them, but that California Love Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-822634432002-09-29T02:06:00.000-05:002002-09-29T02:06:00.310-05:00But it's too late Blogger, whoah it's to late, though we really did try to blog it! I totally want Carole King to be my aunt! She reminds me of several of my aunts on my momma's side, and she could teach me to play piano. If I could play piano, I'd sit around the house all day just playing to myself. As opposed to now, where I sit around the house all day playing with myself. (You all saw that Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-818566112002-09-19T23:38:00.000-05:002002-09-20T00:08:43.000-05:00Whoa-oh! Blogger is the color of your energy! 311 is one of those groups that's like a guy you kinda knew in high school. There's aparty one time and you hang out with him and find out he's pretty cool, but after the party you never see him again. Until years later in the mall, when you bump into him in the magazine section of Waldenbooks and you acknowledge each other's presence in a friendly Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410378.post-814901842002-09-11T22:39:00.000-05:002002-09-15T01:31:16.000-05:00Candy-yes, I can. Now let's pretend as though it never happened. Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05389182039990054375noreply@blogger.com