Ok so lets see what grinds Kuch's gears right now...

1)Not falling asleep:
Yes, this is my fault, but damn! Freaking fall asleep! I mean really you would think being awake 12 hours in a day would make you sleepy. But it doesnt.

2)Not winning three on three championships:
Well Logan, Hawker, Jordan and I tried our best. But damn we cant make up for not being able to jump right? We played really well. We made it all the way back through the losers bracket to the championship. But serioulsy how were we supposed to get rebounds? I think i pulled down more rebounds in that tourny then i have in three years...

3) Not being a guy:
Well that pretty much sums it up...

4) Being a guy:
Well, lets see hair cut.. yep Jordan, Chiggles and Katie made me do it. Im gettin mixed reviews right now... so we will have to see. Oh and sometimes having a penis is neither a bad or a good thing... still trying to figure that one out...

5) No money:
I wish my mom had a money tree like Richey Rich's mom. That would be sweet. Then I would be cool and I could have a Mcdonalds in my house.

War:
Friends coming to watch 3 on 3 championships, (Choi, Weber, Misty), friends playing in three on three championships,hair cuts to make people look older,saturday night at Mac's, Sunday mornings at Filling Station, Graduating in under two months, graduation parties, any my mom and family, i love them, Yankees opening night win, puffy vests in heaven,
Kuch Out

Ok Here is what grinds Kuch's gears for this week:

1). Shitty service at BW 3's. I mean really almost two hours to go there and eat is a little bit crazy.. good thing our group of friends dont take any shit... cause BW'3's was about to get a shit storm...

2). Is she or isn't she? Ya when you are asking yourself those questions, she isn't. If you are enlightened you will understand.

3). Scavenger hunts on a Sunday. Now I'm totally down with the idea of this, but Sunday afternoon just doesn't seem fun. I understand that this is what seems to work for everyone, but i mean lets take our time, do it on a friday night or something.. and really have some fun by making out with fat chicks at bars... shoot im down...

4). Sprained Ankles suck. I mean really just cause you are killing fools on the court doesn't mean that they have to go and be all rude.. but maybe the week off helped... if u dont know... ask somebody at the Rock that was around on Sunday afternoon... Holler. Kuchy vs. Redick... no contest... (especially Redick shooting 29%)

5.) Good times in Iowa City that turn into babysitting time. Ok well it was kinda funny for awhile, Randy i mean watch who you are calling a nice clitoris. Um oh and all of a sudden a snow storm that comes from no where and driving 35 mph on the interstate home.

6.)This doesnt grind my gears, Cunningham winning the State Walleyball Championships.. if u see him or talk to him for some weird reason, holler at your boy.

7.) This doesnt grind my gears either, good friends, i know everyone was on the damn love train about a week ago, so im late, yep we have good friends and we know it.

8.) Cooperating teachers that dont do what they say they are going to do. as in give me freaking control of the classroom... it all starts tomorrow!

Im ending this in Jordans clever way:

War:
Somehow JR going to kuch, then to kuchy, war BW 3's manager for taking care of buisness and ensuring our satisfaction the next time, war jordan gettin some actual quality love, war ryan getting called on in contracts and killing em softly with the correct answers, war randy for looking at the positive side of things, war hawker for getting completely obliderated at village inn and still being alive the next day, war choi for making the big move to oshkosh love ya miss ya and we will be up soon, war misty for driving through that crap on sunday for the first time ever, war radunzel for poop stories galore and always being the shit, war blank too, whenever he is around its good times...
Kuchy Out

Ok so you know, this weekend wasn't the "bust" that I thought it would be. I was supposed to go to UNI to hang out with some friends up there. (Yes, Choi, Lindsey Schneckloth was one of them, but I wasn't gonna put it in her pooper.) But, to the event of me twisting my ankle on Thursday, I was pretty much out of comission for 1 and a half days. Not to bad I guess. This also came on the same day that I finally touched the rim ever in my life. Also after my proclamation that I will dunk during basketball time next year. That is my goal. I think I can do it.

So we all had some either fortunate or unfortunate events happen to us this weekend. Some of us puked in Village Inn, some of us got a lil older and lil wiser this weekend(giggity, giggity, some of us have come upon financial opportunities. But the way I look at it, each one of those situations could be good or bad. It is how u look at it. So I guess its all relative. For puking in the bathroom at Village Inn, well its fortunate that it happened because the car is not a very good option, or unfortunate because someone was so drunk that they actually had to puke in the Village Inn bathroom! (My take fortunate) Getting older and wiser... shoot thats only fortunate (giggity, giggity) and financial opportunities..fortunate cause you can get some dough, unforntuante is because i might be the one helping fixing up the place!

As for my part of the weekend. I am pretty damn fortunate. I was put in one hell of a spot this weekend. I think I handled it to the best of my nature. On the other hand, people could have gotten upset. And i would have totally understood. But this goes back to the nauture of our friends. Shoot, we just have one more thing to laugh about!

ED Out

I was beginning to contemplate why I go out to bars and the such tonight. Back in the day, what I would do on a Friday or Saturday night was stay in the dorm, play video games with Ryan or even partake in the random streaking or something to that effect going down our hallway. It was always good times, but I did feel as if I was missing out on something bigger and possibly better.

Fast forward a year. I now am a going out party fiend. I go pretty much anytime anyone asks. Why do I do this? Maybe I think that I will meet the woman that I am gonna marry and make lots of babies with? I mean if you think about it, that is the main reason guys go out, to bang chicks. Maybe that is my ambition to! But I think I would actually have to try and talk to someone I don't know. That would almost be like me banging chicks. Yep thats me banging them out hard core. Pretty sweet huh?

Maybe it would be sweet if I started drinking too? Then I prolly would loosen up and talk to random chicks that I have really no interest in (unless you count me being interested in if they like baseball good) That prolly isnt the best idea for me either. Let me tell you why I go out....

To see if Jordan will throw down or not, to see my friends get wasted and hit on chicks, to see if I can beat that damn Buck Hunter one more time, to play that damn Sports trivia game, also to make some pretty good random memories with my friends. Oh and to get dry humped by Misty...

Doesn't get any better then that!
To you Live Journal reader, lets keep the good times rolling, and keep the chicks banging!

Here is what Grinds Kuch's Gears for this week:

1). Losing by 40 to Jesus's Team:
Now, first off, it is not fair to play against a team that two guys that can shoot lights out from anywhere on the court. It is also not fair to play against former Division I athletes that play for the Quad City Steamwheelers. But I also had to play against Jesus today. How fair is that? The team that we played today was a church team from Bettendorf. Now as my team's sponser (Ross's) I might be entitled to a free Magic Mountain if im lucky. By playing on a church basketball team, I would be entitled to being really quick, hitting shots from wherever, and playing defense like Manu Ginobli. But no, I get to play like garbage for Ross's and it's damn Magic Mountain. As in Bad Boys II, maybe I need Jesus. (just on the court) big shout out to the man upstairs..

2). Bad parents.....
Driving this morning, I was coming down my street and out of the corner of my eye, I see a little kid come running across the street. I slammed on my breaks, and came with in 4 feet of running over a little boy. He stood there, smiling at me. Then he starts laughing. I looked at him and couldn't believe that this little shit doesn't realize that he almost died before he got his first chance to look at some damn porn. So I says to him, that it is not funny and he needs to watch what he is doing. The biggest question is: "Where in the world was his mom or dad?" 5 years old running around outside. And i might add, without a coat! Stupid parents. I hope Alisons kid gets the chance to look at some porn at some point in its life.

3). Me being a shitty friend...
I don't feel that it happens that much, but on occasion it does. So this is where I was called out, so this is where I'll respond. Its kind of like puttin the shit on wax... like some Jay Z and NAS shit... but this is so much better. Live Journal what? Ok well I shouldn't have done what I did a couple of weeks ago. At the time I thought it was funny. But I didnt realize how big of a deal it was. So I apologize to you and yours for being a dumb ass. It wont happen again, I promise. It is not any of my buisness what my friends do. But as long as we can all be friends and laugh at each other i think everything will be ok.

4). Your damn straight, we do some funny shit...
Now, our group of friends do lead a pretty productive lives. We do some fun stuff. But you know, we sure do stink when we get back from bars. But that is where all of the funny stuff happens. So if we have to stink alil bit to talk about Irish girls or Hr's, then that is what we have to do. I will be happy to keep doing it as well. Cause you never know what the next joke will be, or at whose expense! Sorry Red and random uggers we talk about... it will be ok. Oh and the funny stuff usually comes from people not being me, but its still good stuff. You know who you are.

So let me start this off by saying damn i laugh at some pretty hilarious stuff. Like crotchless, and boobless teddies. Yep that shit is just down right funny if you think of a teddy bear without a crotch or boobs. Thank you Teddy Roosevelt for the teddy bear. If you would like more information on this, please contact Justin's ultra cool girlfriend Misty.

I think it would be funny if I wrote about maybe funny things that have happened to me:

Random Memory #1
This is pretty easy, and everyone should have fun with this one.

BIG ORANGE....

Ya i went there, i can cause its my mom! Thank you... and please stop back again for another worthless entry...

oh and yes, i invented the term "sloppy mouth dance" please tell all of your friends to start using that term so i can get some street cred with my homies as well as shell station girl...

Ed out

Alright well let me start this one off by saying its not my darn fault that I do not update maybe as much as I should I am a pretty busy man. I don't have time to drive on the interstate and watch 40 year old guys get a sloppy mouth dance by some chick. But yet maybe I should make more time for that... sounds interesting.

Yesterday I had another old man basketball league game at the Bettendorf Middle School. Let me tell you guys that last year we went undefeated and rolled every team by 20. Well this year we are 0-3. My scoring as well as my shooting is pretty crappy. Went from averaging 14 points a game to only 10. And my shooting sucks monkey balls. Well we only had 6 guys yesterday. We were missing all of our big guys, well we needed one big guy cause the other freaking team had Chubaka himself Adam Creighton. You know the Adam Creighton, the guy who was the male chearleader at Bettendorf, the guy who was the student body president at Scott, the guy who thinks he is also good at softball. Well the guy as so much freaking backhair we could probably shave it all off and give it too homeless people who need a new wool coat.

Well this guy thinks he is really good last night. The guy hits like 2 or 3 threes and he thinks he freaking Kobe Bryant going off for 81. Well, I tried to take it upon myself to bring our team back in the game. We were down by 12, we got it down to 2. Well then my team realized that we sucked as well as me, and decided to play like poop down the stretch. Well for some damn reason the other team decided to put some Gremlin looking guy on me and totally face guard me. The guy had something wrong with him I believe. He was so intent on guarding me that he was even guarding me while he was on offense. It was crazy... ne way Adam Creighton thought that he should try to guard me. Well I took this as a challenge. So i pulled up from alil ways beyond the arc and fired.. As I was coming down lard ass Chubaka throws his ass in me and i hit the deck. No foul. The guy thought it was cool. Well he was talking trash to me or whatever. So let me tell you, i decide to push him down the court. I think i moved him 3 feet. He then tried to deck me down on the block when he was on offense. Then he was talking the rest of the game. He is a pretty big guy so I think he felt that he was cool cause he could pick on me.. Ne way the point of this story was that he thought he was good.. and he is not.

What a loser. Im gonna go off for my own 81 points next week, unless my team kicks me off my team.

Another note.. leave girls on the porch thats where they belong, unless they are Misty or Alison then they are good.. or my mom is good too... there ya go. pointless random non funny entry... touche Choi touche

This is just funny I was cleaning out some of my drawers and I came across an old rhyme that Weber wrote about this one girl one time... (this started Webers artistic side.. no doubt about it)

There's once a hot girl that works at Shell,
One day I told her, "girl, you fine as hell!"
She said, "I wanna be your gangsta boo,
cause you like me and I like you."
"Girl, don't you know that I am the man
and I pimp every hoe that I can
If you wanna be my honey
You better get in line
Im a busy man
Don't be wasting my time."

Ah yes, Weber, very well done in deed. I think I should have said this to hot Shell station girl, I think she could have had my baby. Yes, I actually saw Shell station girl, on my last day of work at Wieblers. She was still looking fine as hell, but i didn't want her to be my gangsta boo, cause i would prolly have to buy her baby some shoes... HOLLER

ED OUT

Well last night Hawker, Misty and I made the trek up to Iowa City for Blanks and Radunzel'sChristmas sweater party. It was a great time had by all I'm sure. I also partook in the festivities. I was looking quite dapper in my black jeans, tan turtleneck, and an ultra tight sweater, with I might add, a classy zipper. Now what sealed the deal was the classy Gene Keady comb over I had. It was sweet. I did not win the sweater contest, because i was upstaged by a sassy young fellow that was wearing a XMAS sweater vest that said, "ho,ho,ho" on the back in a fuzzy way. It was a great sweater. Anyway we also enjoyed some Steak and Shake it was also guite good. Oh shoot I forgot to tell about Hawkers wardrobe. Black Christmas SWEATSHIRT and classy Black Wranglers. Oh and they were not the new breed of Wranglers either. They were so much better then the new breed. He outclassed me. On the way home, I was going 25 miles an hour, and I passed a cop....

So the cop turns around and the lights come on. Right away, I was pissed off. I mean he had no reason to pull me over. Hawker and Misty were about ready to get it on in the backseat too, so this cop ruined a good show. So I pulls over. The cop coomes and says. I pulled you over because the light above your license plate was out and I couldnt see your registration. Can I see your license. So I give him my license, and i asked him if he wanted me to move my registration sticker up so he could see it. He said that was not necessary right now. He then asked if he could see proof of insurance. So i complied, i went to putt out the card, and part of my dads license was showing( i had it cause thats the first place i put it when i got it) he asked me what that was. I told him that it was my dads license. He asked why i had it. I told him well since it looked so much like me i figured i should have it. The cop didnt find this funny I dont believe. I mean my dad was 6'2, and 278 pounds. So he looked exactly like me right? Well i told him that my dad passed away, haha take that Cop. After that he checked my plates and license and let me on my way... i bet that cop felt really good about that one... hmm Kuch smarted off to a cop.. Kuch wins. yes Kuch wins. So that must make me better then that cop. After this i kinda know how black people feel.. freaking cops trying to keep the black man down.... Funny side note to this. I was looking through facebook at one of my friends albums guess who was there, cop that pulled me over and some random guy... hmm funny huh? Ok well im done.. ED out

Ok well I tried writing last night, but then I got a little tired and Family Guy was calling my name. The topic of last nights journal was to be called me not sealing the deal... in anything... sports, school and chicks. You know if im up in softball and you need a clutch hit who you gonna call, it might as well be the freaking ghostbusters, cause i know i wont come through! Ha, that leads me to basketball, the last 4 weeks i have been almost the crappiest player on the court, the only person im better then is the 42 year old guy who thinks he is freakin Pistol Pete, and the only reason im better then him is because he doesn't have any legs. Anyway, ive just been horrible. Lets not even bring up the fact that i couldnt even seal the deal of a jersey in high school on a 2-18 basketball team... garbage, just plain garbage. Now on to the topic of girls... i think girls are garbage as well. Who cares about sealing the long term deal anymore? I mean i should prolly just start porking any girls that come my way. I dont even care if they are fat and ugly. Jordan would appreciate this. Best of both worlds.. oh ya giggity giggity giggity goo.. alright well this pointless journal entry is coming to an end, Ed out.