My baby's got sauce...

Sat, 07 May 2005 18:50:12 GMT

The chair I'm sitting in smells like vomit. Yummmmm. I wonder why.

Mon, 02 May 2005 14:34:34 GMT

Wooo-Hooo, it's my birthday. I'm sick as a dog. I want to reschedule. At least I have Daisy though (for my birthday Pierce got me a pet baby chicken!!) and she makes me happy except for when she chirps and chirps and chirps ALL NIGHT because she's lonely. I have to keep her in the shower now because she's learned how to jump on top of her water tank thing and jump out of the blue plastic tub where I've been keeping her. Her full name is Daisy Bean. She chirps and CHIRPS really loud and then the second I pick her up she stops. I think she knows her momma. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayy!!! I hope I'm not allergic to her and she's what's making me sick. I don't think that's the problem.

Wed, 27 Apr 2005 04:08:07 GMT

In ONE HOUR AND FIFTY-FIVE MINUTES, Julia Holland will be eighteen years of age and on to legal adulthood. WAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOO!! To celebrate this momentous occasion, I present the following lyrics:

I heard you on the wireless back in Fifty Two
Lying awake intent at tuning in on you.
If I was young it didn't stop you coming through.

Oh-a oh

They took the credit for your second symphony.
Rewritten by machine and new technology,
and now I understand the problems you can see.

Oh-a oh
I met your children
Oh-a oh
What did you tell them?

Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Pictures came and broke your heart.

Oh-a-a-a oh

And now we meet in an abandoned studio.
We hear the playback and it seems so long ago.
And you remember the jingles used to go.

Oh-a oh
You were the first one.
Oh-a oh
You were the last one.

Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far
Oh-a-aho oh,
Oh-a-aho oh

Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.

In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far.
Pictures came and broke your heart, put the blame on VCR.

You are a radio star.
You are a radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.

Tue, 26 Apr 2005 14:06:55 GMT

... Just so you know.

Sun, 10 Apr 2005 00:45:00 GMT

Smile, though your heart is aching
Smile, even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky
You'll get by...

Fri, 01 Apr 2005 18:24:22 GMT

Everyone I know should go. I don't know if I can, I'll be in Area competition for the UIL One-Act Play. I'm going if I can.

DAMN it's been a long time since I wrote in this thing...

Sun, 20 Mar 2005 19:44:34 GMT

IT'S SPRING/SUMMER MOTHERF*CKER!! Wooooo-hoooooo! Trey and I went down to Houston and Galveston for the beginning of spring break and it was glooooorious except for in the end when it was gray and cold and nasty. But it's been nice back here, BEAUTIFUL, Julia's been here and Bojones is here for a tour and I got to see their LAST courtyard show, which was fun. The MOST exciting thing though is that it's SUMMER WEATHER! I can be in my swimsuit and not be damn cold and then I can ACTUALLY go swimming and I can lay in the sun and be happy.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY IT'S SUMMER!!

QUIZZES

Fri, 04 Mar 2005 02:31:28 GMT

You scored as Ecstacy. Love, sex, parties, and DANCING! Just be wary of your mood coming down! www.dancesafe.org

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Ecstacy

75%

None!

69%

Mushrooms

63%

Inhalents

50%

Cocaine

44%

Marijuana

44%

Alcohol

38%

What's your ideal drug?
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You scored as Nose Piercing. Your probably think your such a badass but you're totally not. Unless you're nose is pierced like a bull, but then you're really just ugly. It's okay that you're just a loser like everyone else. Go and break a bone and then you'll be hardcore.

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Nose Piercing

90%

Labret Piercing

80%

Cartilage Piercing

80%

Tongue Piercing

70%

Belly Button Piercing

70%

Earlobe Piercing

60%

Nipples

50%

Lip Piercing

50%

Dirty Piercings

40%

What Piercing Are You?
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Thu, 03 Mar 2005 01:04:44 GMT

Each more melodious note I hear
Brings this reproach to me,
That I alone afford the ear,
Who would the music be.

Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)

Wed, 02 Mar 2005 17:35:03 GMT

Tell me if you like these names:

For Girls:
Sophie Grace
Julia Kate
Sidney Cade
Sophie Kate
Julia Grace

For Guys:
Willem Joel
Tomas Cade
Timothy Joel
Trenton Danger
Cole Danger

Tue, 01 Mar 2005 18:40:24 GMT

Today was a weird day. Apparently after he left my house last night, Trey was in a car accident and he's been sort of stressed and freaked out all day. I offered him some space because I got in the way of him doing his homework this weekend and I feel really bad, and he said he didn't need it, which is sweet, and I'm glad he didn't say "yeah, I need some space," but I don't want him to sacrifice his grades for me. I don't want to give hime space, I care about him as much as I ever have, and he doesn't want it, but whether or not either of us wants it, we both need to "take care of business," as Mr. Wyatt would say.

I'm just glad he's okay from last night. I had a dream a few nights ago that we were in an accident and he wasn't wearing his seatbelt and he got hurt, and that really scared me.

Tue, 22 Feb 2005 19:04:37 GMT

Today so far has been BRILLIANT, we cleaned the theater in theater because tonight is the FIRST PUBLIC PERFORMANCE OF THE BEGGAR'S OPERA, $5, 7:00, BE THERE OR BE []. I'm wicked excited, what I've seen of the play so far is marrrrrvelous, wicked funny and well done. I have to be at the school at 4, but other than that, cool. We also got our BRIGHT NEON GREEN t-shirts for festival today, and I feel included and it's nice.

In Jazz Choir there were only seniors in class because everybody else in school was taking the TAKS test today (and it's a bitch that we have to come to school at all), but it was SO MUCH FUN, we did the Ray Charles stuff for the Spring Concert ALL period and since the band was significantly smaller, it felt like we got a LOT done and had SO much fun doing it. We did "Hallelujah, I Just Love Her So," "Georgia on my Mind," and "What I'd Say" and danced around and we are going to blow those old folks at Deer Park away.

I saw Trey just before A Lunch and ran and jumped on him and he kissed me hello. I didn't know if he would kiss me at school. I'm glad he did. My mamaw LOVES him. She's telling everyone she has the chance to that "he's VERY handsome and very polite."

The greatest happiness in life is to love and be loved...

Mon, 21 Feb 2005 00:35:21 GMT

I now know why Trey is so quiet. Two years ago he dated this girl and was very much in love with her, and he got really hurt when it ended. Since then, he says, he's been a little recluse. It almost makes me mad at this girl who I don't even know for how hurt he is/was. He seems really incredulous that I'm with him... he keeps saying something good about me and then "man, why are you with me." He goes waaay out of his way to please me and to be sweet to me, and I love that and I love him and it's definitely what I need after Andre etc., but he needs to know that I would care about him just as much if he didn't.

But we had our first official date last night. Dinner was kinda quiet because when you're just sitting there it's easy to run out of things to say. I didn't feel awkward at all, but I think he did. He went out and bought a brand new shirt for the date, which was sweet. He looked really good too. He took me to Palmer’s (which, for all of you in H-town, is a Benjy's-calibur restaurant in San Marcos, 15ish minutes away from Wimberley) and he wouldn’t let me pay the tip, which is usually my compromise to guys buying me a meal and me wanting to be polite. Then we went back to the lake house where my family, including Mamaw and Johnny (grandparents from KY), was staying the night and watched Ray, with Jamie Foxx. We got most of the way through the movie when we decided to leave and go back to my house in Wimberley and get the Woodstock Documentary that mom and dad got me for Valentines Day. We watched that for a while, and then went back to the lake house to finish Ray. I fell asleep within the first four minutes of us starting it again. Trey finished it (I saw the rest of it today, it’s really good and really well done) and left at about two-thirty to go home. He tucked me into bed (well, couch, I guess) before he left.

He’s so sweet and SO sexy and mostly, he’s so so so good to me. I’m so crazy about him guys, I’m so happy.

NAMI, this is what he looks like. DAMN, is what you’re thinking, right? RIGHT? That’s what I’m thinking…

UH-OH!!

The BEST day in a loooooooong time

Fri, 18 Feb 2005 23:07:30 GMT

Today, Trey kissed me for the first time and I got into St. Edward's with a $18,000 dollar scholarship. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!

Since Feeling Is First

Wed, 16 Feb 2005 19:39:24 GMT

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a far better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
--the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for eachother: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

-- e.e. cummings

Fri, 11 Feb 2005 19:53:49 GMT

I just keep getting sicker.

Fri, 11 Feb 2005 01:21:42 GMT

I'm siiiiiiiiiiiick. Shit. I have to do Singing Valentines on Monday and I don't want to stay sick. I can't sing like this. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, no no no no, my nose is runny and I'm sneezing and coughing and my left eye is all bloodshot and small and I look like a beast. The Singing Valentines are mehrrr... we got 28 orders, and now we have to ORGANIZE them and that is going to be a bitch, the people singing them don't know their music, and I'm so so so so so so worried and stressed out. But Trey got me a Valentine's present, a bracelet from Jamacia, so that makes me happy. It was probably the only good thing that happened this week. I called him when I got home (at 5:20, it sucked being at school so long) to try to make myself feel better, but he had to go after like 5 minutes, so he wasn't much help.

I wish Mr. York had given us the whole day for the Singing Valentines, full periods, not just the last 5 minutes of each one. I also wish we had the whole day off to do them, and I wish we didn't have stupid effing block scheduling. This must have been so much easier at Bellaire compared to here.

Oh, and tonight I have to go to this Valentines Dance because I was gonna go with Rozanna Harrison and dance the night away and it was going to be awesome, but she bailed on me and I allready was all excited and promised Ms. McClintock I would go. So I have to go to this thing by myself and I'm sick and it's gonna be full of sophomore girls and their boyfriends and I might hate it. I am going to get them to play Styx though. Renegade.

Oh Mamma, I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law
Law man has put an end to my running and I'm so far from my home
Oh Mamma, I can hear you a crying you're so scared and all alone
Hangman is coming down from the gallows and I don't have very long

The jig is up, the news is out
They finally found me
The renegade who had it made
Retrieved for a bounty
Never more to go astray
This'll be the end today
Of the wanted man

Oh Mama, I've been years on the lam and had a high price on my head
Lawman said 'Get him dead or alive' and it's for sure he'll see me dead
Dear Mama I can hear you cryin', you're so scared and all alone
Hangman is comin' down from the gallows and I don't have very long

The jig is up, the news is out
They finally found me
The renegade who had it made
Retrieved for a bounty
Never more to go astray
The judge'll have revenge today
On the wanted man

Oh Mama, I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law
Law man has put an end to my running and I'm so far from my home

The jig is up, the news is out
They finally found me
The renegade who had it made
Retrieved for a bounty
Never more to go astray
This'll be the end today
Of the wanted man

Wed, 09 Feb 2005 02:10:15 GMT

There are about 25 minutes left of practice and I'm soooooo ready to be out of here. It's been a fun practice though, I haven't felt guilty about not doing anything because it's only me and Kelsey and Alyssa and Kelsey and Cole were in a drinking competition before practice, so Kelsey is fun to talk to and Cole is wicked HILARIOUS to watch act. The play is actually really, really good. Today is the first time I've actually watched the play, usually I'm just back here and I hear it or I catch backwards glimpses of it. It's REALLY GOOD.

I made my Valentines today. They're really good, I just got pictures from the internet and put words under them. Really simple, but they're funny and this is the first time I've made my own Valentines. I need to make one with a picture of Ralphie Wiggum that says "You choo-choo choose me?" and then go make copies on cardstock at Kinko's. Ha ha, kinko.

Tue, 08 Feb 2005 23:59:03 GMT

I love the way he's warming up.

Tue, 08 Feb 2005 02:16:00 GMT

This is Andy

This is Andy and John

This is Andy, and it looks like he's wearing tightie whities outside of his jeans.

I WANT YOU!

Joey playing bass in Ben's room

HE HE... Fire... at this point I realy felt like a Wimberley kid, alcohol, bonfire, nobody around for a mile. That's me in the very bottom right corner, the blond hair.

Brooke's bee-hind

Holly and Kellee.

And Holly and Kellee.

"It's so purple!" -Kellee

It looks like I just can't keep my mouth shut in those two pictures...

DANCIN!! I'm off in my own little world right now

Uh oh!

This is Tanya and she looks really happy. I don't remember why I was making that face.

Will and Julia

This is Lara, she wasn't at the party when I was there, but I got this picture off Brooke's profile and I think it's hilarious.

I got the same one as Nick...

Mon, 07 Feb 2005 19:10:30 GMT

BUY SINGING VALENTINES!!

Mon, 07 Feb 2005 19:05:47 GMT

Today has been really bad since Jazz Choir. I'm wicked stressed about these singing valentines allready, and Mr. Bingham is a DUCHE and used up all our rehearsal time trying to teach the band how to play "You Are My Sunshine" with us. Now I'm sitting at lunch trying to sell these damn things and nobody is buying them, everybody is at Daniel Polemis's funeral, and Trey just did that thing that I hate where he walks by me really slowly (more slowly than usual) and doesn't say anything. I'm just SO scared that the valentines are going to suck and people are going to say "God, I wish I could have my money back" and I will have made myself and the rest of the choir look like asses. But the choir is acting like asses, so maybe I can't change that; there are really only three people other than myself in the choir who care about this, and everyone else is either doing nothing or making it harder for me. Oh, and our only guy singer dropped out. I feel like I want to cry, but I can't .

I wish Trey hadn't done that thing, too; that just made me feel worse than I already did. I'm so scared something is going to go wrong with us going to prom, nothing this good happens for real, I just wish it would happen already. Maybe he didn't see me cause I was sitting at a table kind of out of the way or something, I dunno, but I was so sure that the next time I saw him I'd get all giddy and excited again, but instead it only made me apprehensive and nervous and sad. It makes me miss Alex a whole lot.

BUY SINGING VALENTINES!!!

Man, I sound like such a teenager... gross...

Thu, 03 Feb 2005 14:35:39 GMT

Trey asked me to prom. :)

Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy

Wed, 02 Feb 2005 00:58:10 GMT

Ron Burgundy: [to dog] You're so wise. You're like a miniature Buddha, covered with hair.

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Ron Burgundy: I love scotch. Scotchy, scotch, scotch. Down it goes, into my belly...

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Brian Fantana: Oh, that was one crazy party. I am hung over.
Champ Kind: Tell me about it. I woke up this morning and I shit a squirrel. I mean it. Literally. Hell of it is, damn thing's still alive. So I got this shit-covered squirrel down there in the office. Don't know what to name it.
Brick Tamland: I'm sorry, Champ. I think I ate your chocolate squirrel.

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Ron Burgundy: Last time I looked in the dictionary, my name's Ron Burgundy. What's your name?
Brian Fantana: Brian Fantana.
Champ Kind: Champ Kind.
Brick Tamland: Brian Fantana.
Brian Fantana: No, you're Brick.
Brick Tamland: Brian.
Brian Fantana: I'm Brian.
Brick Tamland: Veronica.

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Frank Vitchard: [after getting his arms sliced off by a machete and by a grizzly bear] THIS IS GETTING RE-GOD-DAMN-DICULOUS! I did NOT ask for this!

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Angry Biker: What do you love?
Ron Burgundy: I love poetry, a glass of scotch, and my friend Baxter here.
Angry Biker: Well, now this is happening.
[Grabs Baxter]
Ron Burgundy: Excuse me... excuse me...
[Biker punts Baxter over bridge]
Angry Biker: That's how I roll!

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Ron Burgundy: I'm in a glass case of emotion!

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Ron Burgundy: You stay classy, San Diego. I'm Ron Burgundy?
Ed Harken: Dammit! Who typed a question mark on the Teleprompter?

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Ron Burgundy: [Ron's dog barks at him] What? What are you saying? You know I don't speak Spanish. You pooped in the refrigerator? And you ate the whole wheel of cheese? Wow. I'm not even mad.

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Bartender: You know, times they are a changing. Ladies can do stuff now and you've got to change
Ron Burgundy: What? I'm sorry, where you speaking? No, I don't speak Spanish.

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Ron Burgundy: The Germans discovered it in 1904, and they called it "San Diego", which in German means "whale's vagina".
Veronica Corningstone: No, I don't think that is what it means. No, it doesn't mean that.
Ron Burgundy: I don't know. I was just trying to impress you. I don't think anyone knows what it means anymore. The translation was lost hundreds of years ago.
Veronica Corningstone: Doesn't it mean "Saint Diego"?
Ron Burgundy: ...No. No, that isn't it.
Veronica Corningstone: No, I'm pretty sure that's what it means.
Ron Burgundy: Agree to disagree.

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Ron Burgundy: I'm going to punch you in the ovary, right in the babymaker.

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Ron Burgundy: [after jumping into the grizzly bear pit at the San Diego Zoo] I immediately regret this decision.

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Ron Burgundy: Boy, that escalated quickly... I mean, that really got out of hand fast!
Champ Kind: It jumped up a notch!
Ron Burgundy: It did, didn't it?
Brick Tamland: Yeah, I stabbed a man in the heart!
Ron Burgundy: I saw that! Brick killed a guy! Did you throw a trident?
Brick Tamland: Yeah, there were horses, and a man on fire, and I killed a guy with a trident!
Ron Burgundy: Brick, I've been meaning to talk to you about that. You should find yourself a safehouse or a relative close by. Lay low for a while, because you're probably wanted for murder.

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Ron Burgundy: Brick, where did you get a hand grenade?
Brick Tamland: I don't know.

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Brick Tamland: I ate a big, red candle.

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Ron Burgundy: [thinks Baxter the dog has just called him] Bark twice if you're in Milwaukee.

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Veronica Corningstone: Mr. Burgundy, I am a professional and I'd appreciate it if you stopped acting like a baby!
Ron Burgundy: I'm not a baby, I'm a MAN, I am an ANCHORMAN!
Veronica Corningstone: You, Ron, are a BIG, FAT JOKE!
Ron Burgundy: I'm a man who discovered the wheel and built the Eiffel Tower out of metal and braun. That's what kind of man I am. Your just a woman with a brain a third the size of us men. It's science.

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Ron Burgundy: [to Veronica Corningstone as the news has just gone off the air] You're a real hooker. I'm gonna slap you in public.

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Brian Fantana: [speaking of a musk] They've done studies, you know. Sixty percent of the time it works every time.
Ron Burgundy: ...That doesn't make any sense, Brian.

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Ron Burgundy: [to Veronica Corningstone] I'm gonna shoot you with a BB gun when you're not looking. Yep, back of the head.

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Ron Burgundy: [sporting an erection after talking to Veronica, addressing the office] Don't act like you're not impressed!

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MC: You're watching Channel 4 News with five-time emmy award-winning anchor Ron Burgundy and Tits McGee
Veronica Corningstone: Good Evening, San Diego. I'm Veronica Corningstone. Tits McGee is on vacation.
Ron Burgundy: And I'm Tits- I'm Ron Burgundy

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Ron Burgundy: It's so damn hot... milk was a bad choice.

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Veronica Corningstone: ...and that can be very distracting. Okay, so when we get to the pet shop...
Brick Tamland: Cough. Look over here. Excuse me, Veronica?
Veronica Corningstone: Yes? What is it, Brick?
Brick Tamland: I would like to extend to you an invitation to the pants party.
Veronica Corningstone: Excuse me?
Brick Tamland: [struggling] The... party. With the... with the pants. Party with pants?
Veronica Corningstone: Brick, are you saying that there's a party in your pants and that I'm invited?
Brick Tamland: That's it.
Veronica Corningstone: Did Brian tell you to say this, Brick?
Brick Tamland: No! Yes. He did.
Veronica Corningstone: Okay. No. I don't want to go to a party in your pants.
Brick Tamland: Very well. Ian, would you like to go to a party in my pants?
Ian: No, Brick.
Brick Tamland: All right. Lets go.
[runs off, there is a sound of crashing off screen]
Brick Tamland: It's all right! I'm all right!

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Ed Harken: [on the phone] Well, really, I don't know where he would get his hands on German pornography... but really, as adults, its not like we haven't seen our share of pornography in... Oh you haven't? Well, neither have I, I was just speaking collectively... listen, I have to go, we'll talk about this later, Sister Margaret.

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Brick Tamland: Where'd you get those suits from, the... toilet store?

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Brick Tamland: I pooped a hammer.

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Brick Tamland: I drank a lava lamp. It wasn't lava.

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Brick Tamland: [riding a bear] Look, I'm riding a big furry tractor!

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Bill Lawson: [narrating] Brick Tamland now has a family with 11 children. He is now a top advisor to the Bush Administration.

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Spanish Anchor: Como estan, bitches?

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Brian Fantana: I think I was in love once.
Ron Burgundy: Really? What was her name?
Brian Fantana: I don't remember.
Ron Burgundy: That's not a good start, but keep going...
Brian Fantana: She was Brazilian, or Chinese, or something weird. I met her in the bathroom of a K-Mart and we made out for hours. Then we parted ways, never to see each other again.
Ron Burgundy: I'm pretty sure that's not love.
Brian Fantana: Damn it!

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Brick Tamland: I love... carpet.
[pause]
Brick Tamland: I love... desk.
Ron Burgundy: Brick, are you just looking at things in the office and saying that you love them?
Brick Tamland: I love lamp.
Ron Burgundy: Do you really love the lamp, or are you just saying it because you saw it?
Brick Tamland: I love lamp! I love lamp.

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Ron Burgundy: [to Veronica while exchanging insults] I'll punch you in the ovaries!

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Veronica Corningstone: You are just a giant baby!
Ron Burgundy: I am not a baby, I'm a man! I'm an anchorman! I'm man who invented the wheel and built the Eiffel Tower out of iron and brawn!

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Brick Tamland: [opposing women in the newsroom] I heard somewhere their periods attract bears. They can smell the menstruation.
Brian Fantana: See, Ed? Now you're putting the whole building in danger.

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Brick Tamland: I ate fiberglass insulation. It wasn't cotton candy like the guy said... my tummy itches.

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Brian Fantana: So the team pancake breakfast is tomorrow morning at nine, instead of eight.
Ron Burgundy: Oop... I almost forgot. I won't be able to make it fellas. Veronica and I trying this new fad called uh, "jogging". I believe it's "jogging" or "yogging". it might be a soft "j". I'm not sure but apparently you just run for an extended period of time. It's supposed to be wild.

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Ron Burgundy: Hello San Diego, I'm back... but I'm going to need help reporting such a big story, from the lovely Miss Veronica Corningstone.
Brick Tamland: [comes on camera] High Pressure systems...
Ron Burgundy: [shoves Brick] No Brick, not you...

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Ron Burgundy: [to an offscreen cameraman] We're on?... I don't believe you.
[goes on smoking]

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Brick Tamland: [when Veronica is replacing Ron after he fails to turn up] You're not Ron...

Tue, 01 Feb 2005 15:43:41 GMT

Today is Nick and Nami's two-year anniversary. Yaaaaaaaaaaaayyyy!! They are going in a hot air baloon.