Nikki_Russell

Ben and I actually did have a problem with the police. When we were on our way back from dinner, they pulled us over for "the license plate not being lit enough". This was retarded because both lights illuminating the plate were on and fully functioning. The fact that they were ridiculously rude to us from the start certainly didn't help either. They proceeded to drill us with questions about drinking. If either of us had even had a single drink with dinner or if we had been acting drunk, then I would have understood. However, we told the officers (we had 3 of them going around the car with their flashlights and questioning us) that we had only had water with dinner (which was true). Ben even offered to take a breathalyzer, since the cops seemed to be so damn sure we were lying. They told us that wouldn't be necessary, but CONTINUED to question us more about whether we had been drinking, all the while being rude and condescending. Yeah, I no longer think highly of the town of Dublin. They pulled us over for no reason, and then proceeded to keep us there and drill us with questions for no reason, all the while being total assholes.

I think that it's "brought". You can say "brung" if you want Even though it's wrong

That would make sense. Girls are totally allowed all the grabbage they want...but boys can't touch. EVERYONE knows boys have cooties (except Ben...he obviously doesn't...duh)! And at one point, your distribution officers left the cooler of jello shots for me to "watch". I did a great job of watching...I watched like 10 people take some and then I watched myself steal a few! Just kidding.

Unfortunately for all you "head-messer-withers" I hardly leave my boyfriend's sight when we're at parties. I'm nowhere close to timid about telling someone who's trying to play grabass with me that they're not going to have their nuts for much longer if they touch me again, but sometimes I need my man around for reinforcement. Guys hear that giggly "hehe, no, don't do that, hehe" so much that they forget what a real "don't fucking touch me again" means. So I stick right next to my man's side...besides we have a lot more fun when we're together than when we're apart anyway. So, you can try to convince me I was a naughty girl but there's a 100% chance it won't work...unless of course you're talking about me grabbing somebody's boobies. I love me some boobies! There's also a good chance I made some other girl take off her shirt, so I could get a jello-shot. I'm not one to start flashin my goods around, but I seem to have an eye for girls who will! [edited because I'm retarded and "boobies" has 2 b's in it]

That's so funny! I knew I couldn't be the only one who did that. I used to ALWAYS have my best friend call me about an hour or so into a first date. I had to make use of her call on an occasion or two. The last time I went on a first date, I turned my phone on silent very shortly into the evening...I was having way too much fun to be bothered. Two years later and I'm still having too much fun to be bothered.

Benjamin! You know you like me...deep down inside, you totally like me.

Yessireeee! (see attachment...and again note the Javelin bottle wrap) Yeah, skyfest, dublin, collegeskydiving...you name it, he's working on it. He's a website whore. He's a damn good whore though...so it's ok by me. Now THAT is a fabulous idea! Considering my clumsiness, I'm setting out to find one of those the second I get off work. If it can't hit the floor, it can't break! (unless I happen to be falling down along with my beer, but that's a whole separate issue) Sweeeeeeeeeet.

Yep! When Ben won the Javelin container at collegiates, he turned to me and said, "do you think they'll give me 1,000 of those Javelin koozies instead?" Anytime we take beer anywhere, we bring those with us and do some free advertising for you guys. I always drop everything, and those keep me from breaking my beer bottles!

I know...I'm so sorry we missed the festivities. I was sick, so we stayed at home and Ben took care of me. We were so sad we missed it. We have some making up to do, huh?

You're right! It all makes sense now! I was trying to figure out what the hell that thing on my finger was...and now I remember it was a little light so that I could see in the Port-o-potties...afterall, peeing on yourself is never a good thing.

Being that that's my boyfriend, I'm not too terribly worried about that.

Someone posted this picture in the forums on collegeskydiving.com. It had to have been at some skydiving event, but I don’t recall this situation ever taking place. I don’t even remember the last time I had a jello shot, but that’s clearly what’s in my hand. Should this concern me?

Ok, I'm at work and that line just made me make a huge scene. So about 30 minutes ago I was drinking while I was reading over this, and that stupid line made me laugh and blow tea out my nose and aaaaaaaaall over my desk. My stupid crappy keyboard stopped working, so I had to walk over to Office Depot to buy another one, and then I had to clean off my moniter and all the paperwork on my desk. It was totally worth it though...that was hilarous.

You know you love me! When I don't show up for the Saturday night partying at SDA, you know you think to yourself, "damn, I guess it's going to be a boring night," and then you shed a little tear.

I'm 5'9", but midgets make me look even taller!