Wade’s 101: How we’ll spend the summer
By Wade Kwon- Debating “X-Men 3” vs. “Da Vinci”: Who would win, Wolverine or Jesus?
- Last year: sucking ozone. This year: ozone enemas.
- Fainting, for dramatic purposes only.
- Scouring Facebook.com for psycho rants.
- Missing a kidney.
- Undermining the new committee chairman.
- Sending the kids to Border Patrol Camp.
- Swimming secretly in neighbor’s pool.
- Peeing secretly in neighbor’s pool.
- “Tiara Girls” marathon!!
- Chiseling the 11th Commandment: Thou shalt have more than one campaign issue.
- Giving up hope.
- Practicing chastity (involuntarily).
- Giving 1.10 percent.
- Recording our trip to the tattoo parlor for YouTube posterity.
- Getting our freak balanced and rotated.
- Retooling our business model for a more synergistic platform.
- Telling made-up stories about how we knew Taylor Hicks back when.
- Drunk and dizzy. Mostly drunk.
- Blogging about our annoying co-workers and their stupid habits and their ugly children.
- Knitting, dammit, knitting.
- Voting against gay marriage, then filing for divorce. Again.
- You know what our MySpace page really needs? More glitter.
- On 6-6-06, the streets shall run with blood. Or snocones. One of the two.
- Babysitting our illegitimate spawn.
- Perfecting the recipe for cheap homemade unleaded gas.
- Catching up on old tax returns.
- Exporting young professionals to India, Charlotte.
- Finding Snoop. Dropping it like it’s hot. Then, picking it up again and brushing it off.
- Xboxing till our thumbs bleed.
- Camping out one last time at the dirt pile.
- Sephora you, Sephora me, Sephora them, Sephora we.
- Fading fast.
- Changing phone number again. (Thanks, NSA.)
- Waiting till the very last minute to check wedding registry, end up buying crummy napkins.
- Having bling bronzed.
- Campaigning door to door for the status quo.
- Kicking out freeloading cousin from basement.
- Making out with online hookups.
- Then, pancakes.
- Renewing our car tags. And our faith in God. Whichever expires first.
- Solving the wacky “Lost” Web game: “Drink your Ovaltine.”
- Building overpriced condos.
- Hunting wabbits.
- Randomly shouting “Melting Pot!” “Mancha’s!” “Magic City Brewery!” “Studio!” “Louie Louie!” “Happy Buddha!”
- At least four awkward encounters with people we know but can’t remember their names or much else.
- Hanging in there, baby.
- Proving Daddy wrong because he never believed in us. Daddy? Daddy??
- Deporting Katrina refugees.
- Deporting Muslims.
- Deporting Latinos.
- Deporting Vulcan (heathen, with weapon, without pants).
- Deporting gays.
- Deporting Arubans.
- Deporting jobs.
- Shouting directions to our house into the phone even though we e-mailed you the frickin’ e-vite with the frickin’ map.
- Refinancing based on low low rates hurry now.
- Crashing honeymoons.
- Snakes on an overkill.
- Painting the town redneck.
- Wearing “I’m a Katie” or “I’m a Meredith” tee.
- Pretending we’re really really happy for you.
- Then, laughing behind your back.
- Making copies.
- Trying to get that stupid “Bad Day” song out of our head.
- Feeling down.
- Feeling up.
- Developing a meth with Splenda instead of sugar, which rots teeth.
- Gossiping about celebrity babies.
- Getting the band back together.
- Volunteering for National Guard to get out of jury duty.
- Sleeping in. In our cubicle.
- Writing killer TV pilot about mysteriously connected strangers plotting to kidnap host of “SNL”-type show throughout course of one day.
- When no one’s looking, petting the cat.
- Putting the BS back into VBS.
- Groping. For answers, you perv.
- Spending our way to solvency.
- Lobbying for a “domed puppy farm” instead of a domed stadium.
- Trending sideways.
- Staying out of trouble. Mostly.
- Keeping score. Always.
- Selling our now-collectible AmSouth swag on eBay.
- Snarking mercilessly.
- One last drink at Dave’s and/or Bailey’s.
- Taking the long way.
- Clearing out old “One Tree Hill” eps from the TiVo.
- Eating healthy, as far as you know.
- Binging and merging.
- Heckling the Siegelman-Scrushy trial: “Yo mama’s so corrupt, baby got PAC.”
- Vacationing at the dollar spa.
- Driving while talking on the phone, drinking water, changing CDs, looking for the map and ogling pedestrians.
- Reading “The Purpose-Driven Life” to see if it has a point.
- Remodeling the rumpus room into a parlor.
- Needling Barry Bonds. Ha!
- Being ourselves, for what it’s worth.
- Then, throwing up.
- Spacing out.
- Spacing out.
- Spacing out. (Wait, did we already say that?)
- Peacing out.
- Have a good summer. Stay sweet! 🙂
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Thursday, June 1, 2006, 11:43 am
Reads like something I used to see in the back pages of Black and White too many years ago.
😉
Thursday, June 1, 2006, 7:59 pm
I’m a Kelly.
Thursday, June 1, 2006, 11:51 pm
The 101 was gone too long. I’m glad it’s back.
Friday, June 2, 2006, 11:03 am
hooray!
hooray for the return of 101!
i have talked for years about how much i missed it & how i thought it was super-genius.
Friday, June 2, 2006, 2:49 pm
Tell your friends! Tell your enemies! Tell venture capitalists with little to no judgment!
Saturday, June 3, 2006, 4:35 pm
I changed my mind. I’m a Libby.