You know, I think Chlms has something that not many people could say it outright.
Her high school diploma was signed by William J. Clinton. Her Bachelor of Arts (Or B.S.) degree was signed by William J. Clinton. Then her Masters Degree was also signed by William J. Clinton as well.
How? Chlms attended Arkansas School for the Deaf in Little Rock which is operated by the state, thereby WJC was the Governor. Gallaudet University normally have the U.S. Presidents to do the carbon-copy signatures on all degrees. Chlms got BA and MA (actually, her second MA) at Gallaudet.
Who can claim to that?
Chlms, fuck you. You know what I'm talking about. :-) *flicks my hair behind*
R-
Thursday, June 24, 2004
Bright Blue?
After work, Cynthia and I walked with sheer anticipation to see what Merritt and Manny did to our apartment. We were sufficiently stunned. They descerated my apartment and painted the walls bright blue.
Now I am afraid that Cynthia might get drunk and mistook the bright blue as a pool and jump into a wall.
That was BEAUTIFUL work. Wow. The living room/bedroom is still messy but Merritt claims that it will be done by 1 PM today. Then in time for 3 people to arrive from Virginia and the District.
That is going to be crazy weekend, my friends.
This is going to be a short entry today because Janyce is here for an inspection ... I have to take her on 3-building tour. Wish me luck.
I just checked out a blogsite whom I cannot stand this morning. That dude thinks he has the license to make fun of others but feels that I was overboard in terms of ridiculing and humiliating him. Well, tough luck. Life ain't fair, when an opportunity arises for me to seize and kick your ass, you bet I will take it to my advantages. Meanwhile, somebody get me a whiffle bat to whack him down.
It is one thing to object something but for one to ridicule one's objections is insensitive and overboard. Such an angry person with vile comments ... *yawn*. Waitress, give me the check so I'm out of here!
Oh, by the way, the gang and I will venture out tonight ... perhaps to The Hole, Urge, Boysroom or The Slide. It depends on how cheap the group is.
Later,
R-
Now I am afraid that Cynthia might get drunk and mistook the bright blue as a pool and jump into a wall.
That was BEAUTIFUL work. Wow. The living room/bedroom is still messy but Merritt claims that it will be done by 1 PM today. Then in time for 3 people to arrive from Virginia and the District.
That is going to be crazy weekend, my friends.
This is going to be a short entry today because Janyce is here for an inspection ... I have to take her on 3-building tour. Wish me luck.
I just checked out a blogsite whom I cannot stand this morning. That dude thinks he has the license to make fun of others but feels that I was overboard in terms of ridiculing and humiliating him. Well, tough luck. Life ain't fair, when an opportunity arises for me to seize and kick your ass, you bet I will take it to my advantages. Meanwhile, somebody get me a whiffle bat to whack him down.
It is one thing to object something but for one to ridicule one's objections is insensitive and overboard. Such an angry person with vile comments ... *yawn*. Waitress, give me the check so I'm out of here!
Oh, by the way, the gang and I will venture out tonight ... perhaps to The Hole, Urge, Boysroom or The Slide. It depends on how cheap the group is.
Later,
R-
Wednesday, June 23, 2004
Once A Republican, Always A Hypocrite
When Monica Lewinsky sucked President Clinton's cock in the Oval Office, they did not invite the world to see their sexual tryst. It was one-on-one, a secret thing. A fling that millions of people on this planet do *all* the time.
Check the sex clubs, check the Triple XXX events, and check the Union Station's Men's Bathroom by the food court where Dorian Fletcher frequented. Yeah, there are swingers organizations across the nation that sponsored the events. Yeah, these barebacking parties. These tea rooms. You get the point here.
The majority of participants are more likely to be the Republicans. The P Street Beach between DuPont Circle and Georgetown in the District often brought the drunk gay men to the dark forest where married, closeted Republicans from Georgetown lurked inside the park, waiting for the drunk gay men to zip down their pants so these cock-deprived Republicans can feast and guzzle some anonymous cum down their throats.
When President Clinton cummed into Monica's dress out of exhilarating orgasm, the Republicans and Ken Starr were *so* fast in criticizing him. They singled him out.
I'm like, "Shut up, you twerps. You are no better than Clinton. Look at you, I saw you sucking someone else last night at that park..."
Now with this story coming out, I hadn't seen anyone complaining about this. Not even a Republican. Where is Ken Starr? Ack, who wants him? Such an ugly piece of shit. Where is Newt Gingrich? He dumped his wife for a younger whore. Where is Rush Limbaugh? He is divorcing his third wife.
Well, all I can say is ... once a Republican, always a hypocrite.
Honey, it is getting tiresome.
R-
Check the sex clubs, check the Triple XXX events, and check the Union Station's Men's Bathroom by the food court where Dorian Fletcher frequented. Yeah, there are swingers organizations across the nation that sponsored the events. Yeah, these barebacking parties. These tea rooms. You get the point here.
The majority of participants are more likely to be the Republicans. The P Street Beach between DuPont Circle and Georgetown in the District often brought the drunk gay men to the dark forest where married, closeted Republicans from Georgetown lurked inside the park, waiting for the drunk gay men to zip down their pants so these cock-deprived Republicans can feast and guzzle some anonymous cum down their throats.
When President Clinton cummed into Monica's dress out of exhilarating orgasm, the Republicans and Ken Starr were *so* fast in criticizing him. They singled him out.
I'm like, "Shut up, you twerps. You are no better than Clinton. Look at you, I saw you sucking someone else last night at that park..."
Now with this story coming out, I hadn't seen anyone complaining about this. Not even a Republican. Where is Ken Starr? Ack, who wants him? Such an ugly piece of shit. Where is Newt Gingrich? He dumped his wife for a younger whore. Where is Rush Limbaugh? He is divorcing his third wife.
Well, all I can say is ... once a Republican, always a hypocrite.
Honey, it is getting tiresome.
R-
Here They Are ... !
Last night, I walked to my place and had a long nap (mainly because I did not feel well). I was startled by Pepe, our obnoxious demonic housecat, jumping across the bed as if someone is at the door. I turned to see Sheba barking in a low sound. Enough to emit a sound for me to feel on my bed.
Went to open the door only to see Manny and Merritt standing by the door.
Oh, sweet God. It is Pride Week! Up next is Mark, Jason, Awon and Benis to arrive in the next few days.
Of course, when Manny and Merritt were here, we talked about PEOPLE in the District. Oh, man.
All I can say is that even if NYC does not have a great Deaf Gay Community, I'm glad to be here. It is so dramatic down in the District. I am done with petty and childish behaviors. I'm too old for that.
Thank God for this week, it is going to be very flexible week for me. There is no "structured" plan this week. With Mark, Jason, Awon, Benis, Manny and Merritt, it is impossible to plan ahead in advance. Suffice to say, we will party.
R-
Went to open the door only to see Manny and Merritt standing by the door.
Oh, sweet God. It is Pride Week! Up next is Mark, Jason, Awon and Benis to arrive in the next few days.
Of course, when Manny and Merritt were here, we talked about PEOPLE in the District. Oh, man.
All I can say is that even if NYC does not have a great Deaf Gay Community, I'm glad to be here. It is so dramatic down in the District. I am done with petty and childish behaviors. I'm too old for that.
Thank God for this week, it is going to be very flexible week for me. There is no "structured" plan this week. With Mark, Jason, Awon, Benis, Manny and Merritt, it is impossible to plan ahead in advance. Suffice to say, we will party.
R-
Tuesday, June 22, 2004
Amarillo, Texas
I drove across the country. One time, I was driving westward on Interstate 40 about 100 miles west of Oklahoma City on the way to Amarillo, Texas. It was pretty hot, sunny and humid day. Then I saw a massive ominous clouds on the horizons. One best thing about the Panhandle Texas is its lack of trees, you can see the lands for miles and miles.
Anyway, the clouds were rolling in much faster towards us and me driving towards them. Suddenly, I was dumped with heavy hailstorm that I panicked and saw the bridge over the interstate highway, I quickly parked under it. Several cars followed my methods. I was stunned at the storm's fiercest response. The hails were smaller than golf balls, really. Several trucks also parked next to us, shielding my car from further damages.
About 20 minutes later, the sky brightened up as if nothing ever happened. Back to hot and humid.
I like Amarillo. It is All-American Beef City! Check this out for what happened last night at Amarillo.com.
On other hand, we have fourth beheadings by Islamic extremists. Soon, it will be hundreds to a point where Stalin once said, "A death is always tragedy, but a hundred deaths are just statistics." Let's just chop some Muslims' heads off.
R-
Anyway, the clouds were rolling in much faster towards us and me driving towards them. Suddenly, I was dumped with heavy hailstorm that I panicked and saw the bridge over the interstate highway, I quickly parked under it. Several cars followed my methods. I was stunned at the storm's fiercest response. The hails were smaller than golf balls, really. Several trucks also parked next to us, shielding my car from further damages.
About 20 minutes later, the sky brightened up as if nothing ever happened. Back to hot and humid.
I like Amarillo. It is All-American Beef City! Check this out for what happened last night at Amarillo.com.
On other hand, we have fourth beheadings by Islamic extremists. Soon, it will be hundreds to a point where Stalin once said, "A death is always tragedy, but a hundred deaths are just statistics." Let's just chop some Muslims' heads off.
R-
On My Command
Few years ago, Bray, Irvine and I had a conversation about getting attention. Bray complained that he is in the mood to get everyone's attention -- He wanted it so bad so that he can see what it is like to be constantly mentioned by others for few days.
I told him that it can be arranged. Irvine groaned and giggled. I told him about the plan. Bray smiled so hard, we did the "RIB" thing to keep the secrecy going.
I told him that in order for him to be a prima donna queen, he has to do something drastic ... something to pull the rabbit out of a hat and brought everyone to a standstill. He wanted that. I offered him the solution. He took it to his heart.
He also worked as the mascot of Gallaudet, he has to don a costume as a Bison and joined with the cheerleaders at the basketball games.
Irvine and I sat in the back rows of the Field House during the men's basketball game between Gallaudet and some team from Pennsylvania. It was very hot and tight game. At the halftime, Irvine and I approached Bray in a classroom and asked him when will he pulls the antic? Bray was sweating profusely due to the fact that the mascot itself is wool and heavy. He smiled and said, "Soon, soon."
In the second half, with 7 minutes left, Gallaudet was down by 3 points. Bray did it. Bray, inside the mascot, fainted. He knocked a cheerleader down and tumbled on a bleacher, then onto the floor. The female cheerleader tried to pull him up by kicking him in his torso (!!!) first. Then tried to call him by shaking his shoulders. No response.
The cheerleaders panicked. The fans stood up to look at the mascot. One guy ran down to get some help, he uttered: "BISON IS DEAD!!"
The basketball game was halted for a minute or two. The players (both teams) watched the mascot being attended by people, trying to free him of his mascot. It was such a drama. People came to assist Bray and hauled him out of the gymnasium. People were standing and watching Bray.
Irvine and I were amazed at the audience. Bray actually wrecked the gymnasium. I snickered. Irvine tried to suppress his laughter.
People's attention towards the game was ultimately wrecked. Gallaudet men's basketball team fell apart after the "halt" and lost by more than twenty points. Tough luck, I'm sure Bray ruined the players' mental focus on the game, really.
Irvine and I went on to check with Bray who were assisted by the campus police, EMTs and blah. Bray then looked at me and gave me a quick wink at me to acknowledge that he did it. I suppressed the smile and said, "Are you OK?"
Oh, lord. He did it on my command. For the next few days, he was the big talk on the campus. Even basketball players came to ask him if he's OK. We swear to each other to keep it a secret for a semester or two.
Bray, thanks for the memories!
R-
I told him that it can be arranged. Irvine groaned and giggled. I told him about the plan. Bray smiled so hard, we did the "RIB" thing to keep the secrecy going.
I told him that in order for him to be a prima donna queen, he has to do something drastic ... something to pull the rabbit out of a hat and brought everyone to a standstill. He wanted that. I offered him the solution. He took it to his heart.
He also worked as the mascot of Gallaudet, he has to don a costume as a Bison and joined with the cheerleaders at the basketball games.
Irvine and I sat in the back rows of the Field House during the men's basketball game between Gallaudet and some team from Pennsylvania. It was very hot and tight game. At the halftime, Irvine and I approached Bray in a classroom and asked him when will he pulls the antic? Bray was sweating profusely due to the fact that the mascot itself is wool and heavy. He smiled and said, "Soon, soon."
In the second half, with 7 minutes left, Gallaudet was down by 3 points. Bray did it. Bray, inside the mascot, fainted. He knocked a cheerleader down and tumbled on a bleacher, then onto the floor. The female cheerleader tried to pull him up by kicking him in his torso (!!!) first. Then tried to call him by shaking his shoulders. No response.
The cheerleaders panicked. The fans stood up to look at the mascot. One guy ran down to get some help, he uttered: "BISON IS DEAD!!"
The basketball game was halted for a minute or two. The players (both teams) watched the mascot being attended by people, trying to free him of his mascot. It was such a drama. People came to assist Bray and hauled him out of the gymnasium. People were standing and watching Bray.
Irvine and I were amazed at the audience. Bray actually wrecked the gymnasium. I snickered. Irvine tried to suppress his laughter.
People's attention towards the game was ultimately wrecked. Gallaudet men's basketball team fell apart after the "halt" and lost by more than twenty points. Tough luck, I'm sure Bray ruined the players' mental focus on the game, really.
Irvine and I went on to check with Bray who were assisted by the campus police, EMTs and blah. Bray then looked at me and gave me a quick wink at me to acknowledge that he did it. I suppressed the smile and said, "Are you OK?"
Oh, lord. He did it on my command. For the next few days, he was the big talk on the campus. Even basketball players came to ask him if he's OK. We swear to each other to keep it a secret for a semester or two.
Bray, thanks for the memories!
R-
Deaf World Is One Tiny World
I was browsing through Amy's albums. What stunned me the most is ... Jeff's brother's wife! I knew her. The last time I talked with her was in '88 and she virtually vanished on me ever since. Little did I know that Kim married Chris!!
Sometimes I love the Deaf Community. Sometimes it is a pain in the ass. Amy, can you talk to Kim and find out about Greg Crane of Seattle, Washington? I exhausted my search for Greg a while ago, it is kinda sad, really.
Today, I still smile when I thought of what you once said to me, "The only way for you to identify me and my twin sister is through our breasts. Me tiny, Emily huge and she brags about it." Sure enough, when I first met Emily, I was terrorized by her huge breasts which she added by pushing these out for the world to see. You were like, "Emily, pull it in! Stop showing it off!"
Few years ago, I saw Emily at Gallaudet Homecoming, she was dating that hot guy from Alabama who is also a bit airhead to start with. That guy is a fuckin' hairy. That is hot.
Jeff absolutely looked so different. There is no way in Heavens or Hell that I will be able to recognize him. Did you, Amy, wake up in the middle of the night and wondered who he is next to you? ;-)
Small world, damn it.
Last night, I went to The Cock for the first time in weeks. I observed lots of people struggling to get drinks while I have no problem at all. It is a blessing to have friends in high places. ;-)
At one point, I was staring at someone else and quickly typed on my pager for someone else who paged me. Then sent it without looking down at it for any miserrors. One guy next to me touched me and spoke, "Wow, you typed so fast on this tiny pager and you did not even look at it." I nodded and said on a paper pad, "Practice makes it perfect."
Such a life for me. Sometimes I type while I walk, but I never look down. I only keep my head up and try my best. Of course, there are few errors, but the numbers are very low. Not bad for a guy like me ...
R-
Sometimes I love the Deaf Community. Sometimes it is a pain in the ass. Amy, can you talk to Kim and find out about Greg Crane of Seattle, Washington? I exhausted my search for Greg a while ago, it is kinda sad, really.
Today, I still smile when I thought of what you once said to me, "The only way for you to identify me and my twin sister is through our breasts. Me tiny, Emily huge and she brags about it." Sure enough, when I first met Emily, I was terrorized by her huge breasts which she added by pushing these out for the world to see. You were like, "Emily, pull it in! Stop showing it off!"
Few years ago, I saw Emily at Gallaudet Homecoming, she was dating that hot guy from Alabama who is also a bit airhead to start with. That guy is a fuckin' hairy. That is hot.
Jeff absolutely looked so different. There is no way in Heavens or Hell that I will be able to recognize him. Did you, Amy, wake up in the middle of the night and wondered who he is next to you? ;-)
Small world, damn it.
Last night, I went to The Cock for the first time in weeks. I observed lots of people struggling to get drinks while I have no problem at all. It is a blessing to have friends in high places. ;-)
At one point, I was staring at someone else and quickly typed on my pager for someone else who paged me. Then sent it without looking down at it for any miserrors. One guy next to me touched me and spoke, "Wow, you typed so fast on this tiny pager and you did not even look at it." I nodded and said on a paper pad, "Practice makes it perfect."
Such a life for me. Sometimes I type while I walk, but I never look down. I only keep my head up and try my best. Of course, there are few errors, but the numbers are very low. Not bad for a guy like me ...
R-
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