Airborn, abort...too late

So here's thing, stuntmen have always fascinated me various ways. I know I know sounds like a queer opening sentence, but seriously...........they do. I always marveled how they were capable of pulling off these ridiculous acrobatic acts (brain dead maneuvers) and not get injured??? It has to be simply mind boggling to the average 22 yr old bored out of his mind male. Side note: I wonder what their insurance policy is like?...Anyway, what these guys/girls (see I'm not sexist) do is just remarkable, and in my personal opinion they do not receive enough credit. Now, where I'm trying to go with this is that sometimes you just wish you could be in their shoes. Right?

Basically, what I am trying to say is that last Saturday my absent minded comrades (aka friends) and I had the opportunity to be in these dudes shoes! We started off the night with an open bar at Roxxy. P.S. great place if your trying to get your swag on or do the stanky leg. Anyway, we get absolutely mangled, shitcocked, crushed, boozed up, sloshed, chemically inconvenienced to say the least. We eventually proceed to drive home( scott was the "DD"). Bhahaha, and by home I mean the lovely Yesner residence. Now, this lovely abode has a...balcony I guess you could call it..from his upstairs that over looks his downstairs. Now one thing I'm sure of is that whenever a male walks into this room and they see this balcony, four words run through their head. "This is my chance." You ask chance at what???.......CHANCE TO BE A MOTHA FUCKIN STUNTMAN BABY!!

Alright so it getting kind of late, so you will have to tune in for my next post to see what happens with the stuntman adventures.

TO BE CONTINUED.......

A Sudden Case of "Pete Roseness"

Im going to to start this off with, "Ladies and gentlemen...gambling is extremely addictive, waste your money with caution!"

I'll be honest with you, I never really was a big gambler. To me gambling has always been a waste of time and jump start of living the life of a homeless person walking around Drexel's campus while picking fights with intoxicated college students (Scott, Ryan, and Myself....Example= Bum: "Can i get a cigg off one of you guys?"....Ryan: "Nah sorry we bummed ours."
One word.....................IDIOT!!
Anyway, to make a long story short I eventually got persuaded to begin my gambling career sometime late last year. I think what reeled me in was when a certain person(Ryan Lewis) told me that Sportsbook.com(free advertising for them, don't worry pay me later sportsbook)gave you a free 10 dollar deposit when opening the account. 10 bucks!!!!!! Hey it's a free 10 spot I might as well gamble it.This is where i made my mistake.

The problem:
Once you gamble you are hooked forever. The thrill of winning money and not having to put in any labor for that cash is an unbelievable feeling. Especially when you get to watch sports while winning the cash. I could be watching the worst sporting even on TV that week, but if I have money on that game it quickley becomes the most exciting event on TV for me. Example...Scott Yesner jumping up and down liek a school girl at Lucy's last night while GA Tech tries to put in a meaningless TD at the end of the game. Obviously scott had money on this game or he secretly has been a closet fan of GA Tech for years now.

Solution:
There is none.....once you gable your hooked.

P.S. this post sucked and i dont feel liek writing anymore...Should I even post this???? Fuck it

Shopping with Women

First of all, I would like to start this off by stating that I am NOT a sexist ( Yes, despite the copious amount of accusations thrown at me in the past). Listen, I happen to love the female race. They are great for a multitude of tasks. I could easily come up with a list stating the matters they are beneficent for, starting in the bedroom and ending in the kitchen. Anyway, I should steer away from going down that direction and start the point of this post. Shopping with women is brutal!!! I probably decided to write this, because I just recently went to the KOP (King of Prussia- for you Rah tards) mall with my mom and sister. Let's just say it was a delightful afternoon. This by far could be one of the worst decisions a male could ever make. The only reason I was there in the first place was to purchase a brand new suit for my new job, which I was originally excited to do. Fifteen minutes into the trip I realized that this was not going to be a trip just for suit, and my loving sister definitely wasn't there just for moral support. Little to my surprise, we happened to be at the KOP mall on a massive sale day. There were fucking women everywhere! Normally, I would be thrilled to be surrounded by women in a public setting. However, this was a horse of a different mother effin color. Women were ravaging for clothes everywhere and wouldn't let anything ever get in their way for that glorified piece of cloth they were about to buy. It somewhat resembled Ryan Lewis at an all you can buffet, if you can picture that. I don't even know why some women were so excited to purchase the items that they were, I saw what they were buying and that shit wasn't even designer. After starring in awe I had to remind myself to forget about this staggering event and force my mother to buy me my suit.

At this point I was already furious and typing this is starting to get me angry again. So I'm gonna finish this up as quick as possible and end the story. Basically, a disgusting amount of disagreements (violent fights) went down with my mother when buying this suit. We simply could not agree on damn thing. It ended up me throwing my slacks 15 feet across the room and hitting my mother in the chest. At this point I immediately felt horrible. The only thing I could think of saying was, "mom you were suppose to catch them!??." I looked to my left and the lady working at the store was staring me down like she just witnessed daddy hitting mommy at the dinner table or something. Finally, I told my mom it was time to go and buy me whatever you want. As I was walking out of the store the only thing I could think about in my head was, "the last time I whipped a piece of clothing like that at a woman was junior year prom at Shannon Gallagher, hehe that bitch really deserved it though."