Polls are Closed (not really)

Well, the results are in.

After a whopping ten votes, minus the three joke votes, the consensus(plurality) is that all we really want is more Diesel. Stupid Colts making our blog all sucky.

If there is anything else you think we should change, feel free to keep voting.

NEW POLL!

There is a new poll for the week. I made this post since I figured you wouldn't look at the poll otherwise. So have fun, don't forget, some people refer to their penis as a "pole", which is a homophone for poll, so you could get a lot of good penis jokes in there. (I just giggled cuz I imagined that sentence without "jokes" in it. Jokes the word, cuz the sentence as a whole is a joke and a damned good one.)

The Tipping Point

This is how I will be lazy from this point forth:

What should BAC do this weekend?
Work, Work, Work. Prepare myself for 80 hour work weeks by refusing to sleep/have fun on weekends.
That 82 game season of NHL 2007 isn't going to finish itself either (discounting simulation of course).
Drink alone, write letter to Homeowner's Association concerning the lack of list parties.
Challenge myself to drinking competition...lose.
Take shot for every goal scored against me while playing NHL 2007, break Playstation when Patrick Sharp of the Blackhawks scores OT game winner.
Wake up at 3:00 a.m., make fake sex sounds til neighbors wake up, go back to sleep.
Current results

See, now I don't have to be writer when I'm feeling uninspired. I can put my lack of creativity into poll format. So much easier.

Apropos of nothing ... who the hell says that anyway? If you are going to say this, you might as well say what you really mean which is, "I'm tired of talking about your boring subject, so I am going to take command of the conversation and talk about what I want to talk about."

Anyway, interesting dilemma happened to me 2 weekends ago. It was about 7:00 am on Saturday I think when I heard the unmistakable noise of someone falling down stairs just outside my window. As it was very icy out, this was not completely unexpected, but I did not know what the proper protocol was for such a situation. Am I supposed to
1) go outside and see if she needs help?
2) chuckle and go back to sleep?
3) wait til she screams for help then repeat choosing between 1) and 2)? or,
4) Poke E, tell her somebody outside needs help, go back to sleep?

The problem I had was, if I had fallen down the icy stairs, I think I would prefer that no one come look(laugh) at me until I asked for help. So needless to say I chose option 2.

This is either the Greatest moment of the day, or the Greatest moment of my week.

Look to your right...now down a little...past the links... BAM!

If that wasn't the dropping the soap in prison scare this site needed then I don't know what is.

Anyways, since I'll be spending the weekend alone I will try and post a couple times since I know you guys get jealous thinking about all the awesome stuff I do by myself.

You guys are encouraged also to write here... I have been especially disappointed in the lack of comments recently. It's kind of depressing, like I bought a fancy new headband and you guys don't even care enough to tell me how lame it is.

By the by, We need to have a consensus about what should take the place of the word gay to mean lame, because obviously as we slowly convalesce out of the fantasy world that is college, we'll have to learn code words that aren't offensive, but obviously actually using the word "lame" is lame in and of itself, so we need to make some progress on this front.

Again, I want to reiterate that it gets lonely over here when no one posts. I don't want to be Ron Artest's dog here or anything...but seriously, some scraps or something guys. Anyway, I'm gonna go listen to that song from the OC where Ryan is deeply contemplating whether or not he wants to find Volchek and kill him or go back to the Ultimate Fighting cage and get his ass beat.


NOTE: If you would like to make your own poll, go to http://www.webpollcentral.com/ and use the user name bac5400. Hint for the password: Chad's old Facebook Password. Diesel will know what I'm talking about.
I'm pretty sure you can just make a poll, then copy the html or javascript into the post.