OK, so we have been a little slack with the blog but no one can doubt our intentions. Which were of course to to dumb down our society by getting are friends and families to read some of our random thoughts. By the way, this is another writing by Bobby Blaschke.
Alright, at this moment i am listen to Incubus while i try to think of what story i should share with all three of you who are nice enough to read this.
I have decided to to share with you a very interesting story that occurred in the snow. I just added the title.
My first wintry wonderlandish story begins with a young man-child and a dream of greatness! There was finally a substantial down fall of snow in Tega Cay, South Carolina. This was a very rare occurrence and i knew that i had to make it memorable. As i stood in my front yard gazing out at the chilly blanket of frozen water droplets that had been precipitated from Heaven to mantle the gently rolling slopes of Tega Cay, my house caught me eye and perked my interest. I began to imagine the possibilities. What type of glorious epicness could I achieve by snow boarding off my roof? I got a ladder and a cheap plastic snowboard and then climbed up to the roof via the ladder. That was step one of my genius plan. Step two was a little more difficult. Apparently climbing up the slant of my roof is hard. Its even harder when it is covered in snow. My first attempt consisted of me standing up, trying to take a step, planting my face into the snowy roof, sliding off the roof, and fortunately landing on the ladder. It was at about at that point that i had a moment of revelation. "If I slide that easily on my face.......then........ Im going probably going fast enough on the snowboard to jump and try a grab trick!" that is really what I thought about. My second attempt at step two was a success. I army crawled up the roof so fast that i someone was to walk by, they would have assumed that i was special forces! That of course is completely untrue. It took me about five minutes to go a distance of about 30 feet. Once i was seated on the apex of the roof i remember that my house is only one story in the front but is more like three stories off the backside. So with the fear of falling off the back of the house being used as courage to go off the front, I took off! I went so fast that the 30 feet that i had, ended up feeling more like ten feet so didnt really have much time to prepare for my leap into legendary status. However the one thing i did have time to do was to realize that i had gone down the part of the house where there is about an 8 foot high bush. Well the whole thing really didnt go in the direction that i had envisioned it. My cheap plastic snowboard went nose first into the top of the bush, which in turn, sent me falling face first into the ground. As i lay there with my face still in the snow because i figured it would help with the swelling, I finally figured out the value of trimming your bushes.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
The Lost Nudist
This is the true story of the lost nudist! Its long but it is worth the reading time!
Alex Tarr was a man once. He had everything going for him. His life, his jujitsu, his girlfriend, his boyfriends, and even his hair was going for him. Alex and i (bobby) were the original creators/members of the Nudist Colony. It all started back in high school with the making of a sign. But not just any sign. It was a nudist sign! That was closely followed by the taking of some very tasteful pictures of us! Those pictures were taken by the most spectacular Mexican that lives on this Earth. His name is Esteban Carlos Ricardo Juan-Pablo Lee, but we call him Bizzle for short and Biz for slightly shorter. That night was one of the most magical nights of that week for me! Soon after the number of members in the Nudist Colony grew. I believe we made it up to about 35 members with a 2/1 girl to guy ratio, which as we all know is the good ratio. Especially in a nudist colony. Despite our best efforts we eventually had to move on the college. We were roommates with our good friend Travis Bowe at CSU in Russel West room 322 on the short hallway. That was an awesome year full of good times and beanbag chairs being thrown out of windows. In our sophomore year Alex and i again roomed together. Travis became an RA so we roomed with two guys named Kyle Thomas and Jameson Willey. Now you might be thinking to yourselves, " but Bobby, arent those two guys losers?" The answer is yes. But they are my losers. Moving on. After the first semester of our sophomore year Alex and his girlfriend (Tiffany Cartee) decided to transfer to CofC. This destroyed and mutilated my heart of hearts! I cried. Alex left behind the Nudist Colony, which in turn caused the losing of his essence and ness. He is now referred to as "The Fallen One." It has been so hard for me because Alex and have had so many experiences together. I will now post what we wrote each other for our birthdays in order to give you a taste of what all we have been through together.
I first wrote to Alex:
About 20 years and nine months ago, your parents were bumping uglies and conceived you! even though i wasnt born yet, that was an important day for me. without that day, you and i never would have precipissed off a cliff. We never would have created the phenomenal sensation that is "Bloody Sunday"! We never would have hit each other in the head with a frying pan while riding a unicycle. We never would have discovered that you are very good at climbing all over me. We never would have dated the same girl. We would have never made that tent in my living room out of chairs and blankets and then danced around my house in our underwear while listening to blink 182 and holding styrofoam heads when we were 17. We never would have made the worlds greatest potato gun that didnt actually shoot potatoes. We never would have attempted to burn ourselves with lye or try to launch ourselves off a speeding treadmill. Dont even get me started on the time in Morocco! Without that day i would have never been able to try to leave you in the Bolivian airport to get molested by that angry lady. We would have never been able to attach our belts and jump around in circles on the trampoline, which ultimately lead to the ripping of your belt. We never would have started the nudist colony.
Those are just a few of the thing that would have never happened without your parental units doing the dirty! All im trying to say is that i love you and Happy Day of Birth! You are a wonderful jerk.
Alex wrote to me:
February 14, 1988, aka "Valentines Day", Bob and Charlene Blaschke made a beautiful mistake. Nine months and 5 days later, that mistake escaped from the womb and went by the name of Robert James Blaschke. That mistake went on to guide me to the church bathroom because i had to poop and didnt know where it was, shortly after peeing off a cliff. Graduation night we went streaking on the turner field with the sprinklers on. We went camping in the mountains, and you put a freakin' hole in the tent while we were trying to throw the knife at the tree. That night it snowed. And we woke up to find all of our food eaten by the filthy squirrels. So we moved that tent to phils front yard. We used to film ourselves punching and slapping each other in the face. We fought for an hour straight in our old room and it ended in a draw because we were so sweaty and practically dead. We have watched every episode of scrubs together, and gotten so into it that we accidentally threw our belongings out of the 3rd floor window of our dorm. We peed in gatorade bottles on the way to NY city, not out of necessity, but out of dedication to driving non-stop. We ran 50 blocks in under half an hour on fourth of July 2007 so we could catch the last train home after watching the fireworks over the statue of liberty. We ran and slid on the rainy slippery hotel roof in Bolivia. You taught me that if a girl "puts her weight on my weight" it means she likes me. We've been best friends for almost seven years now. Happy birthday, you dirtbag, and I can't wait to find out what happens in the next seven years.
Since Alex has been at CofC he has turned gay, gained 100 pounds, started liking the Jonas Brothers, and has a fetish for all things lavender. He also died.
I still love the guy and i hope that some day he comes back to me. (even though he is dead)
Alex Tarr was a man once. He had everything going for him. His life, his jujitsu, his girlfriend, his boyfriends, and even his hair was going for him. Alex and i (bobby) were the original creators/members of the Nudist Colony. It all started back in high school with the making of a sign. But not just any sign. It was a nudist sign! That was closely followed by the taking of some very tasteful pictures of us! Those pictures were taken by the most spectacular Mexican that lives on this Earth. His name is Esteban Carlos Ricardo Juan-Pablo Lee, but we call him Bizzle for short and Biz for slightly shorter. That night was one of the most magical nights of that week for me! Soon after the number of members in the Nudist Colony grew. I believe we made it up to about 35 members with a 2/1 girl to guy ratio, which as we all know is the good ratio. Especially in a nudist colony. Despite our best efforts we eventually had to move on the college. We were roommates with our good friend Travis Bowe at CSU in Russel West room 322 on the short hallway. That was an awesome year full of good times and beanbag chairs being thrown out of windows. In our sophomore year Alex and i again roomed together. Travis became an RA so we roomed with two guys named Kyle Thomas and Jameson Willey. Now you might be thinking to yourselves, " but Bobby, arent those two guys losers?" The answer is yes. But they are my losers. Moving on. After the first semester of our sophomore year Alex and his girlfriend (Tiffany Cartee) decided to transfer to CofC. This destroyed and mutilated my heart of hearts! I cried. Alex left behind the Nudist Colony, which in turn caused the losing of his essence and ness. He is now referred to as "The Fallen One." It has been so hard for me because Alex and have had so many experiences together. I will now post what we wrote each other for our birthdays in order to give you a taste of what all we have been through together.
I first wrote to Alex:
About 20 years and nine months ago, your parents were bumping uglies and conceived you! even though i wasnt born yet, that was an important day for me. without that day, you and i never would have precipissed off a cliff. We never would have created the phenomenal sensation that is "Bloody Sunday"! We never would have hit each other in the head with a frying pan while riding a unicycle. We never would have discovered that you are very good at climbing all over me. We never would have dated the same girl. We would have never made that tent in my living room out of chairs and blankets and then danced around my house in our underwear while listening to blink 182 and holding styrofoam heads when we were 17. We never would have made the worlds greatest potato gun that didnt actually shoot potatoes. We never would have attempted to burn ourselves with lye or try to launch ourselves off a speeding treadmill. Dont even get me started on the time in Morocco! Without that day i would have never been able to try to leave you in the Bolivian airport to get molested by that angry lady. We would have never been able to attach our belts and jump around in circles on the trampoline, which ultimately lead to the ripping of your belt. We never would have started the nudist colony.
Those are just a few of the thing that would have never happened without your parental units doing the dirty! All im trying to say is that i love you and Happy Day of Birth! You are a wonderful jerk.
Alex wrote to me:
February 14, 1988, aka "Valentines Day", Bob and Charlene Blaschke made a beautiful mistake. Nine months and 5 days later, that mistake escaped from the womb and went by the name of Robert James Blaschke. That mistake went on to guide me to the church bathroom because i had to poop and didnt know where it was, shortly after peeing off a cliff. Graduation night we went streaking on the turner field with the sprinklers on. We went camping in the mountains, and you put a freakin' hole in the tent while we were trying to throw the knife at the tree. That night it snowed. And we woke up to find all of our food eaten by the filthy squirrels. So we moved that tent to phils front yard. We used to film ourselves punching and slapping each other in the face. We fought for an hour straight in our old room and it ended in a draw because we were so sweaty and practically dead. We have watched every episode of scrubs together, and gotten so into it that we accidentally threw our belongings out of the 3rd floor window of our dorm. We peed in gatorade bottles on the way to NY city, not out of necessity, but out of dedication to driving non-stop. We ran 50 blocks in under half an hour on fourth of July 2007 so we could catch the last train home after watching the fireworks over the statue of liberty. We ran and slid on the rainy slippery hotel roof in Bolivia. You taught me that if a girl "puts her weight on my weight" it means she likes me. We've been best friends for almost seven years now. Happy birthday, you dirtbag, and I can't wait to find out what happens in the next seven years.
Since Alex has been at CofC he has turned gay, gained 100 pounds, started liking the Jonas Brothers, and has a fetish for all things lavender. He also died.
I still love the guy and i hope that some day he comes back to me. (even though he is dead)
The Incident
Well....today I (Jameson) was rather bored in the room so i decided to stimulate my senses and watch a high octane action adventure film known as Tears of the Sun. Bobby and Kyle were playing soccer outside...so I turned out the lights and began my cinematic adventure. It started off great and then Bobby and Kyle returned. We all sat peacefully for awhile, enjoying the drama blooming before us. However, Kyle began to rat off things in the movie that were "unrealistic" and at first I found it amusing. This continued for awhile and as I was sitting and pondering about the film I realized that it was rather boring except for a few key action components. Don't get me wrong...I think it is a good movie, but today it just bored me somewhat, so I began devising things to do to occupy my time until the next action scene. Seeing as there were some Christmas lights sitting conveniently next to me on the couch I plugged them in and began to have a grand ol' time swinging them around and enjoying the way the light danced along the dark corridors of the room...but I was apparently the only one that enjoyed this. Kyle and Bobby began to complain, so I did what anyone else would do....I flung the lights at them. It turns out that they did not like this much either, so I put an end to my fun for the time being. We all returned to watching the movie until a familiar knock arose on the door. It was none other than Jonathan Torres!! He came in and we all made small talk while watching the movie.....until I noticed the lights again. I plugged them in once again and started to amuse myself once more. I then thought of how Kyle had been rather vexing with his constant belittling of the movies realism...so i flung the lights on him. He once again did not take kindly to this, and proceeded to insult me with a secretive insult only known to our room. This insult I will not name...but it is basically THE worst thing you could ever call anyone...at least to us it is anyway haha. So I insisted that he take it back immediately. He would not however, and the battle began. It started off as a stalemate, neither of us budging. Bobby then saw an opportunity to instigate things for his amusement and started handing out weapons (one of which was a small rubber mallet that I received, and a push pin that Kyle received). Once this happened....everything wnet downhill. Kyle and I became engulfed in a tumultuous engagement that shook the foundations of the earth (at least in my mind). Our battle raged for what seemed like hours and the weapons changed hands multiple times. We eventually ended up in a stalemate once again. We stood and negotiated for some time and were able to come to an understanding. Once we thought that everything was cleared up...we began to see small splotches of blood on our bodies. Yes everyone....I, Jameson Walker Willey, was wounded in the heat of battle by none other than the miniscule push pin. We don't know when or how it happened....but it did, and I have the wound to prove it. Just when we thought everything was settled, Kyle found a wound on himself as well! (though I believe this may have been self-inflicted so that he could earn pity). We have now worked out our differences and the room is at peace once again. We may have our brief scuffles every now and then, but in the end nothing can destroy the brotherhood of THE NUDIST COLONY.
Well there you have it. The tale has been told.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
D.C. Trip
Well today me, ben, frank, and justin got to my house and decided to head downtown into D.C. with my brother josh. We took the metro and then went basically to ever single monument in the district. We visited the capitol first, then the supreme court, library of congress, The White House, the WWII memorial, then the Korean War memorial, Washington memorial, the Vietnam memorial, the lincoln memorial and i believe that is it. Once we were completely exhuasted we went to the Hard Rock cafe, and had a not very filling meal (but still tasty). It was awesome to be able to just walk around for once and have really no agenda other than to see everything D.C. has to offer, which is sooo much. Tomorrow we are going to go downtown again and walk through all of the different smithsonians. But i must say it is amazing to be home, i've actually missed home this semester which is weird. I just feel like i miss so much not being here, but i get to have fun at school so its a love hate thing :) Anyway i'm tired and were getting up early tomorrow, but not to early because we want to miss rush hour traffic at metro. I'm not sure why you needed to know that, or to be completely honest why anyone would read this at all, but whatever.
Friday, March 6, 2009
well everyone....today is the first day of the rest of my life...and also of spring break '09!
i have big plans for this break....but not really. i am simpy returning to the homestead for a few moons to replenish my launderings and eat some food...see the fam, you know all that good stuff. it is probably going to be extremely boring but i am trying to be frugal so i can save my money for a trip to puerto rico at the end of this semester!
man i am gonna be honest here...i don't really know what to write about on here...this is my first blogging experience. i am a blog virgin...or i guess i WAS a blog virgin. so i hope this was as good for you as it was for me...cause it was pretty funtastic (yes i combined fun AND fantastic cause it has been that awesome). fare thee well.
The coolest nude colonist
(Jameson)
Fun with scooters
writings of bobby:
Hey there. I tried to get on earlier to add a post but i forgot our user name and password. what a great start to a blog!
I would like to share a story with you.
when i was about 14 years old, i was playing with me friends, Sean and Christian. We all had those razor scooter that are so cool and what not. so we decided to go for a little scoot around the the hood of neighbors. Being the innovative bunch that we were, we decided to tie our scooters together with a pair of elastic-like jump ropes. this way we could sling-shot each other around to get some serious scooter speed. So we were scootin around sling-shoting each other when we reached the biggest hill in the world of our neighborhood. this hill is freakin steep! its probably about 150 yards long. we decide to go down the hill on our bungie-scooter-trifecta. we start picing up some serious speed. our scooters are starting to whobble and i began to realize that this was not the best idea that i had ever had. next thing i know Sean bails off his scooter so christian and i are dragging Seans unmanned scooter. then Christian bailed leaving me (i was in the middle) all on my loansome. and get like you would see in the cartoons, the two other scooters jerked backwards on me scooter sending me in a front flip over my handle bars. i landed on the back of my head. i was very dazed on the long walk back to my house. i ended up with a concussion but it was so much fun that it was worth it. the moral of this story is simple. Dont be the last one to bail off of your scooter when you are attched to two others scooters going down a ridiculously steep hill.
Hey there. I tried to get on earlier to add a post but i forgot our user name and password. what a great start to a blog!
I would like to share a story with you.
when i was about 14 years old, i was playing with me friends, Sean and Christian. We all had those razor scooter that are so cool and what not. so we decided to go for a little scoot around the the hood of neighbors. Being the innovative bunch that we were, we decided to tie our scooters together with a pair of elastic-like jump ropes. this way we could sling-shot each other around to get some serious scooter speed. So we were scootin around sling-shoting each other when we reached the biggest hill in the world of our neighborhood. this hill is freakin steep! its probably about 150 yards long. we decide to go down the hill on our bungie-scooter-trifecta. we start picing up some serious speed. our scooters are starting to whobble and i began to realize that this was not the best idea that i had ever had. next thing i know Sean bails off his scooter so christian and i are dragging Seans unmanned scooter. then Christian bailed leaving me (i was in the middle) all on my loansome. and get like you would see in the cartoons, the two other scooters jerked backwards on me scooter sending me in a front flip over my handle bars. i landed on the back of my head. i was very dazed on the long walk back to my house. i ended up with a concussion but it was so much fun that it was worth it. the moral of this story is simple. Dont be the last one to bail off of your scooter when you are attched to two others scooters going down a ridiculously steep hill.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Our First Blog Together
So we would just like to welcome everyone to our official first annual blog-a-palooza!!! (If you didn't already do so go back and read that with a lisp...thankssss).
So to start off we our going to introduce ourselves and give a little description of ourselves.
Kyle is the studious one of the room, that will actually make something of his life.
Bobby is the most complicated person in the entire world but we love him.
Jameson is still soul searching for his place in this world.....and will probably be at it for a really really long time.
So get ready to experience the phenomenon that is the nudist colony!!
So to start off we our going to introduce ourselves and give a little description of ourselves.
Kyle is the studious one of the room, that will actually make something of his life.
Bobby is the most complicated person in the entire world but we love him.
Jameson is still soul searching for his place in this world.....and will probably be at it for a really really long time.
So get ready to experience the phenomenon that is the nudist colony!!
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