Worst Date Ever Thank You Card -

>> Tuesday, February 23, 2010

thank you
for showing up late
telling me that your stalker may have followed you to my house
not telling me that vodka made you violent
drinking vodka
offering to pay for dinner
then yelling at me because i let you
trying to hold my penis when i was in the bathroom to pee
getting upset when i told you that was a weird first date move in public
jumping out of the car at the stop sign
punching me in the ear when i asked you to please get back in
throwing up in my flowers
trying to steal my dog
and texting me this exact text:
"you are a dick. i can't stand you. i do love your eyes
i will give you another chance."
thank you
and
no
f'ing
way
ever

i am i am i am j chris newberg

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Things I hate about John Mayer

1 - everything

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My Dong is community property

>> Monday, February 22, 2010

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Death To all But Metal

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How To Make ALL Women Like You - J Chris Newberg

>> Saturday, February 20, 2010

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Another day on the Road (Wisconsin)

>> Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Madison Wisconsin February 2010


Me: Hello
Her: I am not going to sleep with you
Me: Okay
Her: Wanna come next door with us and get ice cream cake?
Me: what kind?
Her: Oreo
Me: Okay
Her: I've been raped before. twice.
Me: I'm sorry
Her: Have you heard of Munchausen by Proxy?
Me: Yes. Wait.. Does this mean I am not going to get Ice Cream Cake?
Her: Of course you are, but that's all. I won't be sleeping with you.
Me: You said that.
Her: Buy me a drink Betch
Me: Ask nicely
Her: Or don't, whatevs
Me: Okay
Her: Wow...
(she orders two shots)
Me: Thank you
Her: These are for me. I drink once for each time I was raped.
Silence
Me: Umm... Okay, I'm gonna go.
Her: Shut up. Kiss me
Me: What?
Her: Where are you staying? I wanna have you sing to me
Me: Yeah.. I don't think that's a good idea
Her: My friends already left. I'm coming over
Me: I am not going to sleep with you
Her: We'll see about that
Me: Ice cream cake?
Her: Nope let's go

They arrive in his hotel. She begins to cry. He is about to ask her to leave, but then she orders sub sandwiches and offers to pay. He accepts. They eat subs

Her: I'm sleeping over
Me: Okay. I'm sleeping on the couch
Her: You are so respectful. I am going to f you in the morning
Me: okay

she sleeps. he sleeps. they wake
she remembers nothing
he remembers all of it

her: did anything happen?
me: nope
her: good. cuz i can't drink 3 shots without getting sick
me: okay

her: i keep my promises. let's have sex
me: ice cream cake?
her: whatever you are in to...

The end

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I have to learn this for an Audition - make it hysterical?

>> Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Muscle Milk Audition Times
Message: PLEASE MAKE SURE TO CONFIRM AUDITION.... For the Comedian male role... here are your lyrics... Make it your own and make it hysterical.... MUST BE OFF PAGE...


I'm in MIAMI BIITCH
When I step on the scene
Yall know me, cause I walk with a limp
Like a old school pimp o real o g
I'm rocking vans
I'm in the sand
I've a got a red bull and vodka up in my hand
Hay, you're looking kind of cute in that poke dot bikini, giiiiiiiirl
Hay, this is what I want to do take of that poke dot bikini, giiiiiiirl
[Chorus:]
Drink all day
Play all night
Let's get it poppin
I'm in Miami bitch
Drink all day
Play all night
Let's get it poppin in Miami bitch
Everybody on smash, smash
Hands in the air, air
I'm feelin on her ass, as s
Like a nigga don't care. Like a nigga don't care
I've gotta a plan what's your sale
We playing naked twister back in my hotel
Hay, you're looking kind of cute in that poke dot bikini, giiiiiiiirl
Hay, this is what I want to do take of that poke dot bikini, giiiiiiiiiirl

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Losing My Virginity

>> Monday, February 8, 2010

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Drummers are Dicks. This is proof




"This was actually on Craigslist''

Looking for someone special who would kill my drummer for $100.00. do not fear any negative consequences for this act. any self respecting law enforcement agency would gladly turn the other cheek once they hear this guy "play". I am tired of hearing his 70's style fills put in the wrong spot and ending one half beat early or late depending on how much he's had to drink. I am tired of him standing up behind his drums between songs and ripping his shirt off and flexing his muscles at wedding receptions where we were hired to play Air Supply, carpenters , and ann murray songs because "chicks dig the pecs, dude". I am tired of him showing up 20 minutes late for rehearsals then pouting until someone helps him load in his drums, then taking 30 minutes to set them up and needing a smoke break every 15 minutes, then wanting to leave early because"this chick is so fine, I can't say no, and she knows record people dude, so it's for the band" I am totally done with him calling me up at midnight to play me some damned jazz fusion album from 1981, crying and saying how we shouldn't have sold out to "the man"and asking if I know anyone who can get him some weed knowing full well I smoked twice in 69 and never touched it after that. I am sick of him farting on stage where the drum mics pick it up and thinking this shit is funny. I am tired of kicking off slow ballads at well under 80 bpm only to have them morph into the methamphetimine version of flight of the bumble bee, because that's the tempo he "feels" it at. I am tired of having to carry jumper cables to the gig because "I must have left the dome light on again, dude"instead of admitting his 84 oldsmobile is a worn out piece of crap. I am tired of him asking when he's gonna get a drum solo.. I am tired of paying his tab at restaurants because "that chick must have stole my wallet man, but it was worth it 'cause she was a phreak".. I will not move my amp again so he can put another new cymbal on the stage, because "when we learn some fusion i'll need this sound".........please somebody kill this motherfucker. i can't do it because he's my brother and mom would be so pissed off even though she thinks the band would probably sound better too. besides, if you are good at killing drummers, you could probably make a lot of money in this town.
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Valentines Day Sucks

>> Saturday, February 6, 2010

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