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| When I was a little kid, I read this book by Dr. Ben Carson, a famous neurosurgeon at Johns Hopkins. When he was a kid, the cool kids at his school used to "cap" each other. Since I couldn't find it anywhere, here's a rough definition:
CAP: (-verb)
A. A quick and witty reply. A comeback.
B. Transforming an insult into a more embarrassing attack on the teller of the insult.
Capping has to be witty. The common high-school comeback was "Your MOM!" or "Your MOM is _____." But capping at an advanced level has to be intelligent, funny, and quick. Or just make me laugh.
Michelle: What's your e-mail address?
Me: j - s - s - l - e - e
Michelle: Two s's?
Me: Yeah. S-S, as in, Super Smart.
Michelle: Or... more like Super Slut!
Me: 
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Oh, and by the way, I love Acronyms and the NATO Phonetic Alphabet (Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta).
I like to make my own phonetic alphabet.
Levi: Can you spell out your CD key for me?
Me: M, as in Monkey. S, as in Suicide. 1, as in the number of girlfriends you had in high school. C, as in crap.
Levi: Thanks, man.
Michelle: Buick Street.
Me: Spell that.
Michelle: B, as in Bitch. U, as in U Suck........
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| I have 172 subscriptions. And 100 subscribers.
However, of those 172 subscriptions, approximately 140 do not write in their blogs anymore (or check xanga, for that matter). So my list of subscriptions is literally over 80% dead.
I stopped writing in xanga for a while. But I always checked periodically. All of my friends stopped using xanga. The few who continued to write in blogs moved onto other sites: Blogger, Tumblr, LiveJournal (another oldie), or WordPress. And is it because we're all growing up, that those few write beautiful, sophisticated blog entries about their travel lives? I'll admit, I did feel the need to write really elegant entries, because I wanted to show everyone that I wasn't a silly little boy anymore. 
BUT.
I'm back. And I'll write whatever comes to mind. I realized, when I try to write a mature and complicated blog entry, (1) nobody reads it, and (2) I rarely write.
I have 25 new subscribers/subscriptions. Nice to meet you! I'll be seeing more of you guys in the future. 
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|  I have a rant. About awkward people.
Don't you hate it when someone walks in on you, and you're not decent at the moment, or you're in bed with a partner? Okay, sometimes that kind of situation is unavoidable, but WHY does the intruder FUCKING STAY RIGHT THERE?!
Listen up, people. If you ever walk in on someone, and it's an awkward moment, DO NOT STAY THERE.
Do NOT stand there and try to ignore the awkwardness and talk about whatever you had to say.
Do NOT stand there and act all confused or unsure.
Do NOT try to make a lame joke.
Do NOT scream and cover your eyes.
[If you do this, then I'll be wondering what the hell is so unattractive about what you just saw that you had to scream and cover your eyes.]
If this does happen to you, just quickly say, "Oh, I'm so sorry about this! See ya!"
Some people try to counteract the awkwardness by trying to ignore it and make small talk, as if the situation they see is not a big deal. It is a BIG DEAL. The person you walked in on whats you to get the hell out of there. So, shut up, and walk out!
Today, I got out of the shower, and I'm sitting at my desk, with a towel draped over my lap. And a guy knocks, so I quickly say, "Wait! Just a moment!" But he walks in 2 seconds later. So, I'm sitting there, butt naked except for the towel over my lap, and he's trying to talk about some stupid house cleaning.
"Yeah, so we should clear off the kitchen counter, because they're coming in tomorrow."
I'm squirming in my chair, trying to cover my bare ass with my towel, and I give him a tight smile that probably looked more like a scowl, "Yeah yeah. I already saw the notice dude..."
"Ah, okay good. So, yeah. Let's clean the kitchen before tomorrow."
My expression hasn't changed. I still look like a runaway boy who has just been caught in a spotlight. "Okay dude. Uh, so.... Yeah.... Thanks for reminding me?"
Inwardly, I'm screaming, "WHY DID YOU JUST WALK INTO MY ROOM, AND WHY ARE YOU NOT LEAVING MY ROOM THIS INSTANT?!?! YOU ARE AN AWKWARD MAN AS IT IS, WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO PLAY THIS COOL, ATTEMPTING SMALL TALK WHEN I'M SITTING IN FRONT OF YOU IN MY BIRTHDAY SUIT?????" 
Goodness gracious. That is all, folks.
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|  | Yes, getting a bike means getting a girl riding on the back, Dad?
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Just as some background information, my dad is a lover of motorcycles. Ever since he moved to the United States as a 21 year old, he has been riding motorcycles until I was born. He has had some crazy stories, and has wrecked nearly every bike that he has owned.
When he was 25, he was eluding a squad car, and was eventually caught by a police roadblock. Thankfully, he doesn't have a criminal record, because his step-brother happened to be a high-ranking official working for a Chicago hospital, who negotiated a deal with the police.
Anyways, my dad's love for motorcycles and fast cars spilled over onto me. One day, dad asked me, "Son, do you want me to buy you a motorcycle?"
"Oh! Dad, that'd be so awesome!"
"You know, there are two main reasons to buy a motorcycle: (1) to elude police easily, and (2) to drive around with a hot girl clinging to you on the back of the bike."
"Oh yeah, dad!"
"Let's go ask mom for permission, okay?"
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Dad asked, "Hey mom, why don't we buy a motorcycle for our son?"
"No way! It's too dangerous!"
"Hey, I'll be teaching him. I know how to drive motorcycles better than anybody else."
Mom gasped, "Uhhhhhhhhhhhh.... I think that means he'll drive MORE dangerously!"
Dad bent over to whisper to me, "I'm the best, son. Back in the day, I used to hop over cars, and gun the engine going down their windshield, leaving a thick rubber streak down their window. Nobody can stop you."
I'm gonna get a motorcycle. Haha.
And while searching for photos, I found this hilarious picture:
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