Monday, January 15, 2001 What is this Google incident that you are speaking of, Ariana? |Brought to you with love by Leah- my nails hurt. | Sunday, January 14, 2001 It happened again. I signed Adam's guestbook exactly one minute before Leah did. I guess the Google incident wasn't a coincidence after all? Are you scared yet? I bet you are. |Brought to you with love by Ariana - Oooh boogie boogie boogie | Saturday, January 13, 2001
Dear Dr. Judah; |Brought to you with love by Jeff - Loves word association | Saturday, January 13, 2001 speaking of getting accepted to colleges and the like, i also found myself a safety net school. when i arrived back at school the other day, i rifled through all my junk mail and letters, to find lots of garbage from the Kansas City Art Institute. some woman swung by my studio from KCAI back in december, and reviewed my work on the go, jotting down my name, address, and the address for my website. lo and behold on tuesday : i receive an acceptance letter from the school! also stating that i only need to send in my FAFSA, transcripts, and i'll be good to go! [too bad i never really applied there, and too bad i never want to live is MISSOURI.] |Brought to you with love by meg - need not apply. | Thursday, January 11, 2001
Guess what comrades?! I actually got accepted into an institution of higher learning! I don't think I will go to Alma College, but it is nice to be accepted somewhere. |Brought to you with love by Jeff - Recount! HAHAHAHAHA Check Please! | Wednesday, January 10, 2001 First of all, I routinely hold press conferences without the information being leaked to the press. Now some might say that I should advertise my press conferences better, and that the silence in the media may be due to the fact that no reporters were in attendance... but what do those people know about it? Second, do I detect a hint of jealousy in your post, Stuart? Perhaps you're just a little 'miffed' that you didn't get the scoop on the secret anti-canada press conference. If that's the case, might I suggest that a little diligent investigation goes farther than a lot of slagging off the reporter who gets the job done? Third, the next person who makes a political statement of any kind gets a big red checkmark next to their name, and has to stand by the fence at recess. Didn't the last two months teach you that, whatever else may be said about it, politics is not FUN!? |Brought to you with love by Judah - Holding one now, in fact | Wednesday, January 10, 2001 Now look, Chris, you can make fun of future Presidents all you like, and you can draw out archaic convictions that Communism is evil until the cows come home. But where I draw the line is mindless error. Of course, I'm speaking of the fact that you outlined a "secret press conference." Clearly, such an event would never occur. What are you saying, Chris? The Bush Administration is willing to hold press conferences just so long as the press doesn't leak the information to themselves? Come on, let's try to maintain a little sanity here. |Brought to you with love by Stuart - Miffed. | Tuesday, January 9, 2001 Actual excerpt from a secret press conference with George W Bush. Reporter: So, Mr Bush, what will your first act as president be? W: I will begin by invading Caneeduh Aide: Canada sir W: Yes Canada! Reporter: My god!! Why?!? W: Well they are our ancestral enemies arent they? Aide: No sir, thats communism W: What the hell is the difference? More to come later... |Brought to you with love by Chris - has inside connections | Tuesday, January 9, 2001 By the way, I amn't retirin'. |Brought to you with love by Jeff - It's 7:22 in the a.m. | Monday, January 8, 2001 In my Language Arts class, we often have to write timed essays. We usually get 40 minutes, but I don't feel challenged enough. I will now write a 45-second timed essay on the way Frederick Douglass' "My Bondage and My Freedom" affected Civil rights in America. GO! Fredircek Douglass was a slave, who was anti-slavery. He wrote this story to tell others of his plight, bondage not referring to the kinky sexual tactic......long book...good book...good writing makes for interested readers...fwerwerf...d.uh....no time! No time! IN short, slavery was undergone by Fraderick Douglass. GO BRONCOS! STOP! Please excuse the typos...I know it's a little rough. This was dedicated to Chris, who is NOT Frederick Douglass. |Brought to you with love by Alex - Like Speedracer, but with timed essays. | Sunday, January 7, 2001
kids used to hang out at the malt shop, they used to go bowling and watch football games. the new american teenage passtime? dorking around at wal-mart, of course. it's nation wide, spreading like disease. there's nothing better to do than run wild in a store staffed by idiots with smiley face pins. at first i thought that this activity was isolated to my close-knit posse. only recently have i discovered that it's gone national, and leagues and teams are being formed by the cartload. sign up quick while you can, kids, the roster's fillin' up! |Brought to you with love by meg - is perplexed by hair care. | Monday, January 8, 2001 I found my website link on Google today, which I was quite unaware of, and clicked on the "similar pages" link just to check out what other websites are well, similar to mine. How could this be? People with web content as pathetically useless as mine? Whatever.
3 links came up, one to FUN!, and the other 2 links to wbesites belonging to Team FUN!'s Adam and Leah. "Wow!" I thought "That is just such an ass kicking coincidence!"
After a couple of more minutes of thinking, an alien concept to myself, I realised perhaps 'Similar pages' isn't what I thought it meant. But imagine if it was just a coincidence. Wow. |Brought to you with love by Ariana - My fingers hurt | Sunday, January 7, 2001
High all! |Brought to you with love by Jeff - It was a pleasure servicing many old ladies | Sunday, January 7, 2001 Hey!! I didnt die! I guess I was just gone, but it felt sooo much like death (note to self: never ever go home for longer than 2 days ever again!). Anyway, for all those who care, I have returned! |Brought to you with love by Chris - Back from the dead? | Sunday, January 7, 2001 Actually, Jeff, we don't care. In fact, we were all hoping you'd die on the way home. ....No, that's not true. I didn't really care WHEN it happened, just as long as it did. I'm kidding of course, I love you. I'm just mean. In other news, welcome back, Ariana! I, too, have noticed that phenomena. Although with my barbed-wire, metal-spike shoes...they seem to hurt all the time. Huh. I wonder why. |Brought to you with love by Alex - Forgive me, father, for I was mean to Jeff. | Sunday, January 7, 2001 I managed to get here (home) safely if anyone cares. |Brought to you with love by Jeff - Tired and unimaginative | Sunday, January 7, 2001 Last December I was house sitting for my aunt and uncle, and one day went into the city to see a movie (an aerial view of the Andes mountains on a giant IMAX screen frightens me alot more than all the serial killer movies put together), and afterwards had to make my way home, on my own, by bus. Sounds simple. Of course, it was the first time I had taken a bus from the CBD to wherever I had to end up in. Notice how I wasn't even sure where I was supposed to end up? You can tell this won't be a very happy ending. It took me half an hour to find the bus stop that would take me home. Damn. At the time, I was breaking in a new pair of shoes that were cutting my right heel all crazy-nasty. Having found the bus stop, I jumped on the first bus that was going to a suburb even close to where I wanted to go. La la la. The wheels on the bus go round and round. Finally, things start to look familiar. Hooray. Still unclear as to where to get off, I remained on the bus.. until I got to the freaking airport. By now, I was out of money. I had to walk home. Another 40 minutes of my life down the toilet. It was uphill all the way home, too, in my Painful McHurty Shoes. For some reason, whenever I get new shoes that need breaking in, I end up walking a really long distance. I can't explain this phenomena. Maybe it's because I'm just really, really stupid. I think the worst part of this breaking in process is when you get blood on the heel of your sock. That's nasty. |Brought to you with love by Ariana - Bloody socks | Friday, January 5, 2001 In the past two days I have issued hazing assignments to A Miss Lauren (no last name given) and Misters Floyd Wright and Jonathan Pelham. I look forward to reading their submissions, and hopefully to adding them to our little band of god-knows-whats. |Brought to you with love by Judah - Benevolent Dictator | Thursday, January 4, 2001
Hi.
|Brought to you with love by Nick - BEES! BEES ON MY FACE! | Thursday, January 4, 2001 They aren't rumors, Leah. Adam is marrying Meg, NickD is marrying his website, Jeff is marrying Stuart, and you're marrying Brad Pitt. And don't try to keep that last one a secret, Leah. The papparazzi'll find out soon anyway. |Brought to you with love by Alex - What's a nebule toad? | Thursday, January 4, 2001 Marriage is a beautiful, beautiful thing. |Brought to you with love by Justin - I have to go, my wife is calling | Wednesday, January 3, 2001 What's are all these rumours about people getting married? I do not believe them. |Brought to you with love by Leah- not taking crap from anyone! | Wednesday, January 3, 2001
How many of you people have MTV2? I don't have it at home, but I do out here. I was flipping through the channels today and saw/heard Radiohead, so I of course stopped. Optimistic (from Kid A) was playing, followed by Cuel to be Kind by Nick Lowe!! I know what you are all thinking; Why did he not call every one of us Team FUN! members and tell us? And the answer is because I don't know your phone numbers. My point is, does it always play such unbelievably good music, or was this some sort of odd happenstance? |Brought to you with love by Jeff - Let's talk about sex (or music) | Wednesday, January 3, 2001 Want to know why Matt Flook was excluded? Because the rotten bastard slept in unti 2:00 in the afternoon! Yea, sure - you can use the excuse "Well it was New Years!". NUH-UH! In fact, I had an even longer night than Mr. Flook, and still I woke up at a reasonable hour in order to greet Mr. DeWitt at the specified time. Matt's just a lazy butt. Even after we went to pick him up, he was still in his pajamas, unbathed. Dirty, lazy butt. |Brought to you with love by Adam - Just got out of the shower | Wednesday, January 3, 2001 Judah, I'm curious. What's it like being blurry? That picture is, no doubt, a completely in-focus and accurate one. Do you ever have trouble telling where your body ends? Do you ever squint at yourself in the mirror attempting to view your features in sharper focus, fail miserably, and end up crying in a corner? If so, my condolences. Jeff, I am disturbed that Matt Flook was not mentioned once in your little entry. Just because he retired and never reads this page is no reason to exclude him. Let me leave you with one final thought: shake, shake, shake (da da da da da da da) shake, shake, shake (da da da da da) shake your booty. |Brought to you with love by Alex - jittery and fun, in a not-fun way. | Tuesday, January 2, 2001 Much as I'd like to answer the many requests for a nude, flexing, oiled (you did specify wel oiled, did you not?) picture of my dignified self in the affirmative, I'm afraid that I cannot. You see, I suffer from a rare condition called 'don't-want-to-be-arrested-for-distributing-pornography-to-minors-itis', and oh boy, would this qualify! I will, however, in an attempt to placate the masses, direct you to the exact same blurry picture of me I always display. Here ya go! In other news, I am completely and totally bored. I command you to entertain me. NOW! |Brought to you with love by Judah | Tuesday, January 2, 2001 Alex (in WA) says she loves you all, but mostly the ones she met like Adam and Adam and the hot one named Adam. And I guess Joe, and to a lesser extent me. Is anyone coming up to Portland this weekend? |Brought to you with love by Jeff (athena/tonyhawk2290) - In the presence of greatness on New Years | Tuesday, January 2, 2001
the other morning, as i sat on the frost covered steps of my house, i was reminded of my dear team FUN! the time was approximately 2:30 AM, and the backdoor happened to be locked, whilst my parental units slumbered in their warm marital bed. i'd exhasted all my means of entry, the windows were secure, the bat cave was tightly shut, and i was in trouble. i should have come home earlier, kids, and now the wrath of the mother-ship would hail down upon me. |Brought to you with love by meg - always rinses. | Tuesday, January 2, 2001 My friends and I had this great idea: The next time we see a house on fire (well, actually, it'd be the first time for all of us), we're going to bring a stereo and start playing the classic disco hit "Disco Inferno" while dancing around and singing "burn, baby burn! Disco inferno!" It'd be even funnier if we did it wearing firemen costumes or something. If you'd like in on this plan, Fly to Boulder, Colorado and bring lots of gasoline and matches. We'll probably have to start the fire ourselves. Then I plan to make sarcastic comments. I'd say things like, "feel the burn" in a really snotty voice. I'd also sing "we didn't start the fire, it was always burning since the world was turning." I wish I had been in Salem that day. It sounds like a rockin' time. And: Judah, please send that picture to me too. |Brought to you with love by Alex - we didn't start the fire, it was...oh, wait! Yes we did! | Tuesday, January 2, 2001 Sucks to Stu and his coupon king winnings. Actually, I bet I know someone that will buy them. Stu needs to get his ass on instant messanger because I am sans ICQ out here. Everyone; add TonyHawk2290 to their list for the next week. And don't worry Judah, our comments were funnier than mean. On a different subject, will you send Joe, Adam, or me a naked picture of you (flexing preferably)? Anyway, don't feel left out because I am sure we talked about (made fun of) all FUN! members equally. Especially Stu, but especially the rest. |Brought to you with love by Jeff - 3rd at Damon's trivia w/o showing up | Tuesday, January 2, 2001 Judah! aye! You are one defensive individual! The only jokes that we made weren't even really JOKES. It was more just mental images that we thought up. My favorite one in particular was imagining you surfing with me riding up on your shoulders. Another one was imagining you as a REALLY big strong buff guy and me being a young lassie asking you to flex for me. Joe seemed to like picturing you as Atlas, holding the world up on your shoulders. So, chill G - and hang ten! |Brought to you with love by Adam - Let's go surfin now, everybody's learnin how | Tuesday, January 2, 2001 Yeah, well I hung out at, you know, the place, with all of those, you know... people... and we totally capped on Adam all day. I'd be like, 'yo Adam!, oh, sorry dude, I thought you were adam because of your big nappy hair. Yeah! Wanna make something of it?!" |Brought to you with love by Judah - Making an Adam Joke right now, in fact | Tuesday, January 2, 2001
Well, it happened. I finally found my place in the sun. |Brought to you with love by Stuart - Darkening with each passing moment | Monday, January 1, 2001
It has occured. Two of my esteemed colleagues (both former Team FUN! members in their own right) and myself had the privledge of spending the day with Team FUN!'s very own Jeff DeWitt from Grand Haven, MI.  |Brought to you with love by Adam - Come on, baby. It's the MILLENIUM! | Monday, January 1, 2001 I'm looking at two or three really good applications in my inbox, and noticing that some of us aren't posting as much as we used to. Holidays, I know.
Question: What do you want to see in the next Team FUN! redesign? post or email me (non-members too) with suggestions. Give me a mandate to take to our designer, |Brought to you with love by Judah - Administrator of the next... thousand years. | Sunday, December 31, 2000
Hey Alex, if I were to tell you that I refuse to watch Digimon AND Pokemon and had never seen a show of either one, would you disown me?
|Brought to you with love by Leah- I'm uncreative. | Sunday, December 31, 2000 Damn you! I just e-mailed you and then checked FUN!, but here is a briefing of my e-mail. We will probably leave here around noon, putting us there around 1:30 or 2. I will have a cell phone number to be reached at, but I will e-mail that to you later, and not post it on the internet. If there is a number I would potentially be able to reach you at, please send it to jdewitt@smapdi.org . If so, I could call you when we make it close to the building. This is tenative, but you never know when you are traveling with a woman. I am still working on what would be the funniest thing to hold when I meet you. Maybe big fuzzy tiger designed dice. |Brought to you with love by Jeff - Aunt Jamima in disguise | Sunday, December 31, 2000
Mr. Jeff DeWitt!!!!!!!
|Brought to you with love by Adam - A Real American Hero | Sunday, December 31, 2000 Lately some stupid people have asked me what the difference between Digimon and Pokemon is. If you're one of these people: Ha ha, you idiot! Loser! Person who is not up to date on their children's TV shows! (I'm sorry, the last one was a little harsh. I apologize profusely) Well, you see, dumbass... Pokemon is a show about pokemon. They are collected, and then they fight. I can't believe you didn't know that, you worthless person. Digimon, on the other hand, is about digital monsters (pokemon) living in digiland that can digivolve when the chosen ones press a button. Then, the evolved digimon battle each other, retard! God, I can't believe you didn't know that. What a waste of air you are. You probably don't even know the Megamon is the only digimon that stand a chance of beating the Digimon Emperor's evil creation...Kirigimon. < end of false superiority > |Brought to you with love by Alex - You tool. | Saturday, December 30, 2000 I just finished half-assed packing and I think I am ready to go. At any rate, I hope the west coast is ready for me, as I sure as hell am ready to kick it's ass. Here I come! |Brought to you with love by Jeff (athena) - Mama I'm Coming Home....er wait | Thursday, December 28, 2000 Everyone.. from this day forward, our very own Jeff will now be known as "Athena". You needn't ask why, just trust me. |Brought to you with love by Adam - Ridicule Master (When Judah's not around..) | Tuesday, December 26, 2000
FriendBear! Why have you forsaken me?!?!?!? |Brought to you with love by Jeff - Likes to eat the bones of Viet Cong babies | Sunday, December 24, 2000 Jeff, you seem to have stumbled upon my plan for world domination. Yes, you were right about St. Cloud, FL, it does not exist. I am really from the planet N3p7un3#%@$. And no, my name is not Justin, it is Mellissa. That's right Jeff... Mellissa, your arch rival from the planet N3p7un3#%@$. I had finally gotten to the final stage of my plan: infiltrate Team FUN! and gain their trust (which obviously leads to complete control of the American government). Then you had to go and ruin everything by exposing me once again! Well, you have thwarted my plans for the last time, Jeff. PREPARE TO FEEL THE WRATH OF THE ALMIGHTY MELLISSA!!! *pokes Jeff* HA! Take that! You like that?!? There's more where that came from! *pokes Jeff again* MWAHAHA!!! |Brought to you with love by Justin - err... Mellissa | Sunday, December 24, 2000
Well, I'm pleased to announce to the Inter-net that my name is on one more police record in the State of Michigan. |Brought to you with love by Stuart - Strung out like Tungsten Wire | Sunday, December 24, 2000
Well Justin (if that is your real name), I see no map on that website you linked, so until I see St. Cloud, FL on the map, I don't believe you. |Brought to you with love by Jeff - Loves the "edit this entry" feature | Sunday, December 24, 2000 Jeff, were you speaking to Chris or me (Justin - from St. Cloud, FL)? Everyone knows that St. Cloud is an internationally recognized city in FLORIDA!!! WORSHIP ME!!! |Brought to you with love by Justin - Please visit www.stcloud.org | Sunday, December 24, 2000 I'm sorry Justin, but St. Cloud is a city in Minnesota, not Florida. And did you notice that if one were to rearrange the letters in Santa, one could get Satan? Also, nasta and Judah Nielsen (how do you like that for a fragment?). Anyway, I was wondering if when a Team FUN! member retires they also quit visiting the site? This will certainly affect my future posts and the names I will include. As for recent FUN! I have had, nothing seems to flow from my fingers, so I will end the post......now. |Brought to you with love by Jeff - www.lame-ass-posts.com | Saturday, December 23, 2000
Behold the CREEPIEST song of the season:
You better WATCH OUT! SANTA CLAUSE is comming to town!
He sees you when you're sleeping! it just goes on like that... *shivers* |Brought to you with love by Justin - Merry Christmas (Santa is evil) | Saturday, December 23, 2000 Matt Flook? Retired? That makes me sad. Sad like I would be if Martin Luther King Jr. had risen from the grave, slapped me in the face, and re-died. And that's sad. Come back soon. |Brought to you with love by Alex - O + H + H --> H2O | Saturday, December 23, 2000 I am saddened to announce Matt Flook's retirement from Team FUN!. We hope it will be a temporary absence, and invite him to return at his lesiure. |Brought to you with love by Judah - Avec Heavy Heart | Saturday, December 23, 2000
It has come to my attention that non of you nitwits told me Happy Hannukah, or anything of the sort. Thanks a lot. FOR NOTHING!
|Brought to you with love by Leah- i'm tired. | Tuesday, December 19, 2000 I've just realized how goddamn unfair Team FUN!'s application form is. Much like the Florida ballots (which is an outdated, futile topic now that Mr. "Rarely is the question asked: Is our Children learning?" is president-elect), the application form is hard to comprehend for senior citizens living in Florida. That is, I believe, why we have no senior citizens from Florida on Team FUN! Hedgehogs are among the many species of animals that are discriminated against. Why is the ballot only in human-english and not the traditional hedgehog language, Tringhish? Also, the application process is decidedly prejudiced against computerless individuals. I imagine there are thousands of potential Team FUN! applicants sitting at home in front of a box with a keyboard drawn on it in permanent marker, bewildered and unable to even connect to the internet, much less join. I will not rest until these injustices have been corrected. And I get a root beer. Does anyone want to go get me a root beer? |Brought to you with love by Alex - fighting against injustice. Unless there's good TV on. | Tuesday, December 19, 2000
Adam! You promised not to tell anyone! I'm so embarassed! But more importantly: I'm so vengeful! It's alllllll coming out now, bud!
|Brought to you with love by Peter - The Nerve!! | Tuesday, December 19, 2000
This is a very real email that I got from our very own Peter late last night:
I have tried and tried to make things work, but I just can't go on. We have both been subject to too many temptations, and having this distance between us has made those temptations that much harder to resist. I want more than anything for things to work out, but I just can't see that happening - not now anyways. I'm really sorry, but I can't go out with you anymore. I mean, I think you're just dreamy, but this distance is killing me. I'm sorry.
levine
|Brought to you with love by Adam - FREE AT LAST! FREE. AT. LAST. !! | Sunday, December 17, 2000
Average conversation at a christmas family reunion:
|Brought to you with love by Nick - Why am I so sexy? | Saturday, December 16, 2000
Oh dear. I forgot to post what I have been meaning to post all of the days without electricty. Here it goes-
|Brought to you with love by Leah- still smells like eggs | Saturday, December 16, 2000
Right now I smell like eggs. Do not ask me why I smell like eggs, but I sure do.
|Brought to you with love by Leah- mhm' | Friday, December 15, 2000 Hey, you know whats really fun?!? Playing with plastic spoons!! Especially when it involves your mouth (teeth in specific). I don't know why this is, but it is true, try it! I suppose it's enjoyable because I am sore everyewhere from the concert I attended last night. Since playing with plastic spoons requires little movement, it's a great form of entertainment for those of us who don't want to move a whole lot! "I like cheese, give me a spoon!" |Brought to you with love by Chris - is easily ammused | Friday, December 15, 2000 Dear Jay Leno,
Not so long ago, I was watching your show, and you did one of your little funny prop-sketch shticks, "99c Christmas" I believe. You brought out "real" items that you bought at the 99c store for people on a budget for Christmas.
One such item was a scraggly little Christmas tree, about a foot or so high, pencil thin. You pointed at it and laughed, like it was the funniest crap you've seen since you got your last paycheck. Did you not see 'A Charlie Brown Christmas'?? Everyone laughed at Charlie Brown's Christmas tree, which bared a striking resemblance to the one on your show. But then the little Peanut heads felt sorry for ole Chuck and his bulimic pine tree, and got together to turn it into a thing of beauty. I guess you never got the message that you shouldn't point and laugh at stupid looking Christmas trees. Heartless bastard.
I'm also tired of all your jokes about the following: Bill Clinton, Hilary Clinton, Al Gore, George W. Bush, Florida, Monica Lewinsky, Linda Tripp, Elian Gonzaelaz (sp), Survivor, or whatever's been overexposed at current. If everyone else is sick of them, why aren't you?
I'll forgive you for Angela Ramos, though. I like her.
Not much love, |Brought to you with love by Q: What do you get if you cross Bill Clinton with a blow job reference? | Thursday, December 14, 2000 What would happen if we combined "Panties for Punishement" and "Pork 'n' Beans"... "Oops I did it Again"? Hmmm... |Brought to you with love by Justin - Song cloning advocate #1 | Tuesday, December 12, 2000 Hi. You all know what is fun? Finding out who your real friends are. It lets you stop wasting your fun and niceness and just all around friendship on people who don't deserve it. At all. Just thought that I would share that. |Brought to you with love by Leah- a princess. | Tuesday, December 12, 2000 Let it be known that my entire contribution to the Pork and Beans song was to tell him he didn't need a third verse. PLEASE DON'T CRUCIFY ME! |Brought to you with love by Judah - Riot Gear on Standby | Monday, December 11, 2000 Im a song writer too!! As many of you may know, I wrote a song about Pork 'n' Beans which can be found at my site. With a little halp from Judah, its now complete! Check it out in the random musings section. |Brought to you with love by Chris - Lyrical gangsta? Probably not | Monday, December 11, 2000 Greetings, it feels good to be posting to a site that I've been reading for a while. Anyway, I was at the photo lab in Winn Dixie (as usual) and my good friend, Mike, who ran the counter, was telling me about some disturbing pictures he developed of two teen boys wearing women's underwear. When a woman came to pick up the pictures, she said that the boys were her sons. She made them wear her underwear as punishment for smoking. (sick twisted family...) After hearing this it took us five minutes to write this song: "Panties for Punishment" by Justin Blake and Mike Cassidy
Verse 1
Refrain
Verse 2
Bridge Refrain
Verse 3
2nd Bridge Refrain x3 End |Brought to you with love by Justin - the almighty Dungflinga | Sunday, December 10, 2000 I am proud to announce that Mr. Justin Blake of dungflinga.com has been accepted as a member of Team FUN! Welcome aboard, sir! |Brought to you with love by Judah - Administrator of your heart | Sunday, December 10, 2000 *** TEAM FUN! EXCLUSIVE *** Sunday, December 10, 2000, 9:00 PM PST
Nick Disabato hideously out-of-touch Nick Disabato, famed leader of the cult of nickd.org (http://nickd.org), today demonstrated that he was completely, hopelessly, irrevocably out of touch with anything even slightly cool, sources close to the internet personality say. Long time associate Judah Nielsen is reported to have said, "That boy needs to get hisself some education, musically speaking. Word." Disabato completely failed to pick up on a series of Dead Milkmen references between writers on Team FUN! (http://fun.pitas.com) Sunday, mistaking them for the rantings of the insane. There is no word yet on the extent of the damage to his musical credibility. |Brought to you with love by Judah - Insane? SURELY NOT! | Sunday, December 10, 2000 Peter, the next time you get confused and panicky about chris' entries, just remember: French is the national language of Monaco. |Brought to you with love by Alex - And if the devil is six...then god is seven! | Sunday, December 10, 2000 For storytime today, I'll read you "Little Brown Bear", a Golden Book by Wendy Watson. It is the gripping tale of a family of bears dealing with drug addiction, sexual orientation, and a young bear's quest to become a man. A man-bear, that is. Little Brown Bear
Once there was a little brown bear who lived deep in the woods with his mama and his papa. Every morning Little Brown Bear ate his mush and drank his juice and wiped his whiskers, and his mama and his papa did, too. Every morning after breakfast Papa buttoned his vest and went out the door with his fishing pole over his shoulder, down to the river to fish. But little Brown Bear had to stay at home and help Mama pick blackberries up on the hill. Every night Papa came home with a basket of fish. Mama cooked the fish in her big frying pan and made a pie from the blackberries that she and Little Brown Bear had picked. Then they all ate the fish and the pie for supper. And Mama always said that Papa was the best fisherman in the world. But one morning Little Brown Bear said, "I'm tired of picking blackberries! I want to go down to the river to fish." "A little brown bear is too small to go down to the river to fish!" laughed Papa. "You must be big and strong to fish!" Then Papa buttoned his vest and went out the door with his fishing pole over his shoulder. "I'll show him," Little Brown Bear muttered underneath his breath. "I'll show all of them!" So Little Brown Bear put on his little brown vest and set out to make himself a planet-frying laser. But first, he ate some mush and drank some juice, because it was a habit. Little brown bear tried to build a giant laser. He tried and tried and tried. Days went by, and Little Brown Bear grew bitter. He started hanging out with the raccoons next door, who got him to smoke weed, then try heroin. Pretty soon Little Brown Bear was strung out on all the junk he could find. He would stay out all night, selling his body on the streets for a couple of bucks to spend on rock. Within three months he had hit rock bottom, and was trying futilely to smoke spices from Mama bear's kitchen. Then Little Brown Bear realized that all of his problems stemmed from confusion about his sexual orientation. Little Brown Bear decided that he'd really much rather be picking blackberries or wearing high heels than fishing or building lasers. So Little Brown Bear found another nice little brown bear, and everything was fine. The End. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Or maybe that's not how the story went...I kinda lost interest halfway through. |Brought to you with love by Alex - I sail away on a wave of mutilation. | Sunday, December 10, 2000 Hey Peter, you obviously read, and were confused by my skittles 'n' pepsi experiment. Dont worry, it confused me too. All I can say is: Hey, don't sweat it, I'm not always that confusing! Only on days ending in "y"! |Brought to you with love by Chris - The confuser of men | Sunday, December 10, 2000
What the.. AH! What's going on? Who the hell is this Chris fellow? I see words and I see punctuation and I see spaces but they don't form together and generate coherent thoughts! My head hurts! Nick, are you still trying to kill me?
|Brought to you with love by Peter - AAH! | Sunday, December 10, 2000
Leah: Eighties music is more than just a passing fad in the wind, like pet rocks or Richard Nixon proved to be. No, it's the soundtrack to a time when you could poorly synthesize all of your instruments without being hit upside the head by the Good Taste Police; to a time when you and your friends laughed at Molly Ringwald doing the New Wave dance in The Breakfast Club, but secretly, you wished that you could dance like that; a time when, by God, the biggeryour hair the better, like some sort of bizarre, twisted mating ritual stolen from birds. It is, therefore, imperitave to me that you recieve the finest cuts of music which you can listen to and, while being whisked away to the land of Yesteryear, think to yourself: |Brought to you with love by Swifty: can I get some fries with that shake-shake booty? | Sunday, December 10, 2000
BREAKING NEWS - BREAKING NEWS - BREAKING NEWS
|Brought to you with love by Nick - [insert corny news-related music here] | Sunday, December 10, 2000 OH MY GOD, THE MOON IS FULL TONIGHT! I can feel the urge to build an igloo! |Brought to you with love by Judah | Sunday, December 10, 2000 What Stuart didn't notice, and where Judah messed up, is that a clock only has twelve hours. Now I may not be the fastest paraplegic in a three-legged race, and you can sometimes catch me saying thirteen of the clock, but never fourteen hundred. C'mon Judah, what do you make of us? There is only one possible explanation for your crazy-mad-nutso clock, and that is if you are a left-handed lesbian albino midget Eskimo. Are you? Because that would explain a lot of things, and make me giggle in delight. |Brought to you with love by Jeff - Dead Milkmen make my mind melt | Sunday, December 10, 2000 I am on an 80's music high. I keep downloading Prince, The Go Go's, Madonna, and even alittle Psuedo Echo. Anyone have any suggestions? I'm open for em! |Brought to you with love by Leah- i'm living in a dream. | Sunday, December 10, 2000
Now I'm not one to criticize the person who signs my paychecks, but since I realized that Judah doesn't actually pay me, I feel the need to ask the question of him: Where the hell do you live? |Brought to you with love by Stuart - Enduring a strict military upbringing | Saturday, December 9, 2000 :: setting: judah's room. time, 1400 hrs. :: Judah: WHAT THE FUCK!? IT'S ALREADY DARK! :: Judah breaks several delicate objects out of frustration :: Judah: Soon it will be SUNDAY. Daisy Fuentes: Come (censored, this is a family page)... now! Judah: My thoughts exactly! |Brought to you with love by Judah::~Judah | Saturday, December 9, 2000 Just to let you all know, Skittles+Pepsi=HyperChris Im hyper do you understand?!?! Hyper!!!! Woooooooo |Brought to you with love by Chris - Woooooooooooooo! | Saturday, December 9, 2000 Hey everyone! Guess what?? I finally got off my lazy ass and designed a webpage! Its nothing great, but you can go check it out oh, and be sure to check out the series called What the Hell?!? and tell me and what u think. |Brought to you with love by Chris - The proud owner of a shiney new web page | Saturday, December 9, 2000
Actual conversation heard in the car on the way to bowling last night:
|Brought to you with love by Nick - Your hunger strike was obviously not a funky strike | Saturday, December 9, 2000
I can come off as a kind and caring individual. But I can also be cold and cruel. Such as tonight - a group of my friends and I posed as a 19 year old girl online, and got some local guy to "meet us for some FUN!". There was this one guy who waited outside of a Plaid Pantry in freezing weather waiting for "Krystal" to meet him for their romantic rendevouz.
|Brought to you with love by Adam - Cold Heart |  
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