dream of robins and chan

i was walking out of my grandparents house and to my great grandfather's home, which is right next door. to get there, i have to step off an elevated drive way which makes a corner with my great g'pa's yard. Right there in the corner, lives a dogwood tree. As i am stepping off to go his house, i see about 100 baby robins, complete with their tiny baby bird downy feathers. there were tons, they were all piled high and tweeting. it was weird, and sweet. so, i decided to get to my great g'pa's home, i'll just walk down the drive way and around.. so, as i am trying to do that, i step off the embankment, and something, who knows what, picks me up and slams me down right on all the baby robins.

i kill them all. the grass was so green. :(

Brady Quinn = Greedy Bastard?

Brady Quinn & I were taking a tour of this old scenic university (reminiscent of Notre Dame -- go figure)... we were walking through this huge old mansion that had been converted into a dorm. There were a bunch of other football players touring the same house, like it was the place to be & everybody was vying for a limited number of rooms. We were snooping around in a hall closet, when we found this box full of Notre Dame shirts. He grabbed like 6 of them & ran up the stairs, like he was gyanking them & didn't want to get caught. I looked around in the box for a shirt that would fit me (I don't know why I even wanted one since I despise ND), but that bastard took all the ones that were my size -- I just knew it. I followed him upstairs to get a shirt, and 2 hookers were waiting, complete with laminated price lists. One of them was on sale. How can you pass up a sale, son?