Rumblings and Grumblings.

Well the Celtics lost in the Staples Center earlier tonight. There are a few observations to be made about "Laker Nation". When I was at Game 1 in the Garden, the building was a sea of green and white. Game 3? Where are all the yellow and purple jerseys? What kind of crowd is this? You know what else I'm tired of? There are all these people cheering the Lakers on. I just want to say one thing.

If you've never lived in Southern California, PLEASE STOP. Every man, woman, and child in New England can cheer for the Celtics; this is history we're witnessing. Besides, they're our hometown team. I can't say that I've been following the Celtics long, but I'm a Boston fan. With that said, who are all these clowns cheering on the Lakers? Regardless of team or sport, this is the most offensive example of bandwagonning I have ever seen. What's it to you if the Lakers win? There isn't going to be a parade in your state anyway. Suck it up if your hometown team isn't in the Finals. It sucks more if you're a Knicks fan. By the way, did you know Knicks is short for "Knickerbockers". Ya'll ain't so hard now are ya?


Kung Fu Panda is racist. I said it. I can't wait for the sequel "Bull-fighting Burrito" or "Road Side Bomb Arab". Me love you long time.

I still can't find a job. The only thing left is to sell my body.

Ya know, give blood and what not.



I looked at the Freshman year GPA. My kindergarten teacher Mrs. Vecter always said I'd be a B student forever. Thanks a lot woman, you're right. You cursed me from Day 1 to forever be slightly above average but never great. I am never going to excel at anything. I'm always going to be numbers 2-5 and never number 1. In honor of H.G Wells' book "Time Machine", I'm going to go back in time and spear tackle you before you can say it. However, I'd be trapped in a paradox as what drove me to build this time machine is because you said those words. If I stopped you, I'd never build that machine and so on and so forth. It can't be helped. I need another reason to build a time machine. I can build time machines.

It is so hot. It's not so hot that it gives anyone an excuse to act like a 'tard though. I was stuck on the train for like an hour with these juvenile Asian kids. The future is bleak. Actually, the future is ditsy, does not like to be slapped, and giggles a lot.


I can't believe I watched Don't Mess With the Zohan. Screw you Adam Sandler, you should have quit while you were ahead after Little Nicky.

I figured out what I want to name my kids. David Bag Wu and Thomas Bag Wu. Twins.

D-Bag and T-Bag are not to be messed with.