A Brett Favre Premaniton

If you read my last blog, you know that I was quite upset by the fact the Packer game was on NFL network. This mad me mad because I don't get the NFL network here in Whitewater. Basically I was forced to miss quite possibly Brett Favres final home game ever. So Bruce and I decided to play some Tiger Woods Golf instead to blow some time before going out. Bruce puts the game into the PlayStation and sits beside me. Where is this all going? Well this is where it gets interesting. Bruce goes to turn the TV to channel number 4 for the PlayStation to work. However we no longer have the number 4 on our remote control, the button is missing. To solve this problem we usually just go to channel number 3 and go up a channel. Bruce puts in channel number 3 and bang it hits us. Channel number 3 also known as FOX 6 a Milwaukee station has the Packer Game on!!!!! What a surprise. If it were not for that number 4 button missing, we would have sat and played Tiger during the whole game. I don't know but I think this is the hand of God working here or perhaps of Brett Favre. After all I need to ask you what is Brett's number, why its number 4, the missing button. Thought I would share this with you all. The Packers ended up winning of course. Sweater Party tonight! Stay tuned for my next blog entitled......"Laguna Beach pays Stoughton a visit".

John Tesh, Delilah & Judasim

Sitting at work today it occurred to me I know nothing about the Jewish religion. I decided to do a little research and share it with you. Seeing as how it is Christmas I think Hanukkah is a good place to start............

History of Chanukah:

Also spelled Hanukkah, means "dedication". This Jewish holiday traces its roots back more than 2,000 years. At that time the Jewish people were living under the oppressive government of the Syrian ruler Antiochus Epiphanies IV, who was a descendant of Seleucus, the general of Alexander the Great. During his rule he forbid the reading of the scriptures, circumcision, sabbath observance, and a number of other religious practices. In order to further promote the"hellenization" of Palestine, he set up in the Temple of Jerusalem an altar dedicated to the Roman god Jupiter where swine were offered in sacrifice. This "Abomination of Desolation" caused the Jews to rebel in what became known as the Maccabean Revolt, and under the leadership of Judas Maccabee ("the hammer") the Syrians were overthrown, and the temple had all signs of paganism removed. The statue to Jupiter was ground to dust. A feast was instituted on 25 Kislew, 165 B.C. for the purification of the temple. The story goes that light of the temple was re-lit with only enough pure oil to last one day, but miraculously it lasted for eight days, until more could be found. The "Festival of Lights" is celebrated for eight days. Thus the birth of Hannukah.

One of the most important Hanukkah customs is to light colorful candles in a menorah or candle abrum with eight branches, one for each night of Hanukkah and one prominent one that holds the candle to be used to light the others. On the first night, one candle is lit and each succeeding night another is added so that all eight are alight on the last night.

Did you know: Saturday the 16th marked the beginning of Hanukkah – the Feast of Lights or Feast of Dedication. It is a Jewish festival lasting eight days commemorating the victory of Maccabees over Syrians, and re-dedication of Temple of Jerusalem. It begins on Hebrew calendar date Kislev 25, 5767.

I thought it would be nice to start with an interesting fact on Christmas's cousin Hanukkah. Hanukkah actually sounds like it would be a pretty cool thing to celebrate. A lot of famous people are in fact Jewish, such as Adam Sander, Harvey Keitel, and Mary Tyler Moore's Husband. Jim in fact convinced Bruce he was Jewish on two separate occasions. Anyways, Hanukkah is in fact the festival of lights.

The festival of lights of course reminds me of Light 107.3's very own festival of light. The festival of light consists of 24 -7 Christmas music the day after Thanksgiving right up to Christmas. Personally I feel as if the Christmas music played by the one and only John Tesh is the best. John Tesh is not any ordinary disc jockey, in addition to bringing us wonderful music, he gives us intelligence for our lives. If you are unfamiliar with John Tesh here is an example of some of the great intelligence he brings us every broadcast:

The following is taken from Johns website (http://www.tesh.com/) regarding Christmas and Mothers:

How Much Time Does the Average Mother Spend Getting Ready for Christmas? (I can actually imagine his voice in my head reading this)

Would you believe 13 whole days! According to a study written up in the London Daily Mail, mom’s preparations include 288 hours of making lists, figuring out where to find the desired items, and doing the actual shopping. Then, she spends an average of 4 hours wrapping gifts, 3 hours decorating the house, 9 hours planning, cooking and serving Christmas dinner, and 11 hours cleaning up after the celebration, which includes taking down the tree and the decorations. And what does a hard-working mother get for all that backbreaking work? A Christmas dinner that lasts an average of 2 hours and 13 minutes. No wonder 1 in 5 moms say they dread the holidays! Here are some other surprising statistics:

-2 out of 3 moms find the holidays stressful.
-29% of them start planning for Christmas in September, so they can get all the work done.
-And 46% of moms bought things during last January’s sales to get ready for this Christmas.
-The good news is: 70% of mothers say that all the trouble to prepare for Christmas is worth it.

-Why? Because their families are happy!

There you have it some intelligence for your life. It is obvious John is much more than a radio personality, he is a loving, caring human being who cares for your welfare. If you need to know more I invite you to read Johns very own blog:

http://www.tesh.com/ittrium/visit?path=A1x97x1y1xa5x1x76y1x4d8ax1x7f

The only other disc jockey who can give John a run for his money would have to be Magic 98's Delilah. While John Tesh may give us intelligence for our lives, what does Delilah offer? I feel she says it best herself in the following quote:

"I like to think that I am more to my audience than a nighttime disc jockey. I try to be a shoulder to cry on, a friend with advice, and a caring person who listens to people when they feel no one else cares. So, I invite you to turn off your TV, grab a cup of tea and sit back and relax."

Wow sometimes its tough for me to decide who is better, Delilah or John Tesh. So I have been saying it for awhile they need to join forces and have their own radio station or have a child together, a prodigy if you will that will one day become the greatest human on Earth. I recently said that Heide Klum and SEALs child would look like Jar Jar Binx. What would a Tesh and Delilah child look like, this is fairly simple................

Only could two wonderful and blessed souls such as Delilah and John Tesh make such a wonderful child. Jesus is our savior and we will soon be celebrating the birth of Christ on Christmas day of course. So I guess this blog was not meant to be funny like the rest, yet more of an awaking for us all. I gave a little history about our Jewish friends, a little intelligence for your lives, as well as give recognition to our savior Jesus Christ.

In closing I would like to say thank you for reading my blog. I encourage all of you to say thank you to your mother. Thanks to Tesh's intelligence we now know how much trouble Mom went through to make you happy this holiday season. Also I want to wish everyone a happy Hanukkah and a Merry Christmas!

A Shitty Blog

Poop: Solid waste passed through the colon and the anus during defecation.

A few facts of poop: About 3/4 of your average turd is made of water. Of course, this value is highly variable - the water content of diarrhea is much higher, and the amount of water in poop that has been retained (voluntarily or otherwise) is lower. Water is absorbed out of fecal material as it passes through the intestine, so the longer a turd resides inside before emerging, the drier it will be. Of the remaining portion of the turd, about 1/3 is composed of dead bacteria. These microcorpses come from the intestinal garden of microorganisms that assist us in the digestion of our food. Another 1/3 of the turd mass is made of stuff that we find indigestible, like cellulose, for instance. This indigestible material is called "fiber," and is useful in getting the turd to move along through the intestine, perhaps because it provides traction. The remaining portion of the turd is a mixture of fats such as cholesterol, inorganic salts like phosphates, live bacteria, dead cells and mucus from the lining of the intestine, and protein.

Poop stinks as a result of the products of bacterial action. Bacteria produce smelly, sulfur- or nitrogen-rich organic compounds such as indole, skatole, and mercaptans, and the inorganic gas hydrogen sulfide. These are the same compounds that give farts their odor.

Its a known fact of life, everyone shits. Yes, even your mother, girlfriend, and the virgin Mary take a huge dump every once and awhile. Wether you call it, poop, shit, pinching a loaf, crap, dump, or turd, everyone is guilty of it. You know the popular saying; only two things in life a guaranteed. Death and taxes. Well I have to say there are three, death, taxes and shit. Constipation is no way to go through life. Where would we be with out poop? It is a great indicator of health and without it our civilization would be dismal. Shit can be recycled for fuel. People use is for sport in chow chip tossing. I personally would like to see how big a shit a Yettie could produce. Over my 22 years I have a million stories about shit. I know everyone does. My friends and I are rather close and know every thing about everyone, including what goes on in the bathroom, or in some cases the wild out doors. I wont go into specifics but here are a few keywords that may spark a few of my friends memories: Twin towers, Nebraska Corn Field, Wolf River, Lake Porter Woodersons, Secret Santa and 5 perfect brats. There are so many more. By now you are either intrigued or disgusted, feel free to stop reading or go on.............


Inspiration for today’s Blog occurred walking home from work today. I step outside on my venture home from Roseman hall and it hits me, oh my gosh I have to shit. I made it as far as Heide hall when I had to go inside and shit. If you’re not familiar with Whitewater campus the distance from Roseman to Heide is about 200 feet. Needles to say it was a Windy City Shit. Not familiar with what that is? I didn’t expect you to be. That is why I have compiled this list of shits and their descriptions. Some of these I took from the Internet with a few modifications and some my friends and I have created ourselves over the years. With out further ado here they are:

***No human being on Earth can ever admit to not experiencing at least 10 of these in their lives.***

Ghost Shit: You know you've shit. There's shit on the toilet paper, but no shit in the bowl.

Teflon Coated Shit: Comes out so slick, clean and easy that you don't feel it. No traces of shit on
the toilet paper. You have to look in the toilet bowl to be sure you did it! (I actually have invented a butthole surgery that produces such a shit every time. Jim feels as if it is a stupid invention. Let me ask you Jim do you want Teflon shits for the rest of your life or these…………..

Gooey Shit: This has the consistency of hot tar. You wipe your ass 12 times and it still doesn't come clean. You end up putting toilet paper in your underwear so you don't stain it. This shit leaves permanent skid marks in the toilet.

Second Thought Shit: You're all done wiping your ass and you're about to stand up when you realize it.....you've got some more.

Blow an O Ring Shit: This kind is the kind of shit that killed Elvis. It doesn't come until you're all sweaty, trembling and purple from straining so hard.

Jenny Craig Shit: You shit so much you lose 5lbs.

Right Now Shit: You better be within 10 seconds of a toilet. Usually it has its head out before you get your pants down (I think Jim is king of this one. I don’t have enough fingers to count the number of times I have seen Jim get up grab his and run to the toilet screaming oh God, oh God!)

King Kong Shit: This shit is so big that you know it won't go down the toilet unless you break it into smaller chunks. A coat hanger works well. This kind of shit usually happens at someone else's house. (Word on the street is Dietz shits King Kongs. The King Kong is a distant cousin of the Poker Outer).

Poker Outer Shit: Down the hole and out the water, now that’s what you call a poker outer.

Wet Cheeks Shit: This shit hits the water sideways and makes a BIG splash that gets your ass wet.

Wish Shit: You sit there all cramped up and fart a few times, but no shit!

Cement Block Shit: This occurs when a shit is so damn hard you feel you just shit a brick.

Snake Shit: This shit is fairly soft and about as big around as your thumb and at least three feet long.

Beer Drunk Shit: This happens the day after a night of drinking. Normally your shit doesn't smell too bad, but this shit is BAD. It often consists of two or more of previously described shits all in one for example a wet cheeks shits combined with a ring of fire shit…..sick)

The Frightened Turtle: The kind of shit that just pokes its head out then quickly goes back in.

The Bungee Shit: The kind of shit that just hangs off your ass before it falls into the water.

The Ring of Fire Shit: The kind of shit where you eat really spicy food and your asshole feels like the inside of a cigarette lighter. Burning sensation usually persists for 20-30 minutes post shit.

The Crippler: The kind of shit where you have to sit on the toilet so long your legs go numb from the waist down.

The Big Bobber: The kind of shit that no matter how many times you flush it always floats back to the surface.

The Shitty Shitty Bang Bang: The kind of shit that hits you when you're trapped in your car in a traffic jam.

The Incredible Hulk Shit: The king of shit that sits in the toilet overnight and mysteriously expands to twice it's normal size.

The Jack the Ripper Shit: The kind of shit that yanks out the hair of your ass as it pushes its way out.

The Party Pooper: The giant shit you take at a party. And when you flush the toilet, you watch in horror as the water starts to rise.

The Toxic Gas Shit: The kind of shit that makes you pass out and fall of the toilet before you finish, and then you wake up in some strange South American town butt naked laying next to Koontz.

Dirty Bowl Shit: The kind of shit that comes out in a million pieces a second, reminiscent of an avalanche - but with rocket propulsion, and splatters all over the toilet bowl.

The Windy City Shit: When you sit down, and fart for so long and hard that you no longer need to take a shit.

Oh Shit! Shit: You shit so much and wipe your ass so furiously you run out of toilet paper and you say OH SHIT! The Never Ending Shit It's the shit that keeps running out of your ass like pea, and just when you start wiping your ass your stomach gargles and splash, more shit runs out.

Cork & Water Shit: You sit down expecting the worst and amazingly its hard……..then the “cork” comes out and the worst in fact does occur, massive amounts of butt piss flow out your ass.

Ok so there you have it. A complete list of shits. I hope you feel that much smarter for reading this.

In other news, I have to say that I am really pissed off about not being able to watch quite possibly Brett Favres final Lambeau Field Game. I expect Travis and Jim to be chanting "One more year". I'm not even joking when I say I might cry when he decides to hang it up.

I am very excited for the sweater party. I am also very enraged that other people are having their own ugly sweater parties. I feel as if they should be paying homage to us as the creators of such an event. This is out 4th annual party, I doubt anyone has reached such a feat.

To cap of my blog I would like to leave you with a link to a great Dane Cook bit about shit........

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KSFhX28KN_k

What the Hell Is That On Your Face?

"Here's a quarter. Go downtown and pay a rat to gnaw that thing off your face." - John Candy

Ahhh yes any true John Candy fan knows this line is from the movie Uncle Buck. I myself have used this line from time to time. While I may not say it to someones face I will mention it to my friends. This leads me to my topic of discussion, "What the hell is that on your face?".

Seriously who hasn't walked down the street noticed someone and simply thought that very phrase to them self. I have decided to compile a list of people who may at one point in there lives actually been asked such a question. While some of the people may not be able to help their current state of hideousness, others on the other hand could, but by some unknown reason choose not to. The following is a top 4 list of people I would love to ask the question, "What the hell is that on your face?"

#4: Number four on my list goes to the popular former heavy weight champion of the world, Iron Mike Tyson. Mike has had a rough life. At one point he is on top of the Boxing world and the next he is in prison for rape charges. Ok the fact he is bankrupt, washed up, old, quoted as saying he wants to eat children and been charged with rape about 6 times, plus sounds like he has been castrated, are more than likely the least of his troubles. However he was once quoted as saying he is going to "fade into oblivion". Well if by fade into oblivion he means put a gigantic tattoo on his face, I'd say he succeeded. There are two things I live by in my life; one is never kiss your dad, its just something you dont do. Number two is don't tattoo your face no matter what.

#3: The position of number 3 goes to MVP candidate Drew Brees. While Brees is playing out of his mind currently, I have always held a grudge against him during his playing days at Purdue. Now I am starting to like him, way more than Carson Palmer, whom everyone seems to like. If I had it my way it would be Carson with the hideous birth mark on his face not Drew. Unfortunately things did not turn out this way. Besides then we wouldn't have Carson Palmer disease now would we Jim? Perhaps that would mean we have Drew Brees disease, which I might say rolls of the tongue nicely. Drew was actually a large inspiration for this blog. I was able to find a quote from Drew concerning his birthmark:

"The attention can be tough to handle," he says. "A lot of times, I'll run down to Subway and eat lunch alone. I can feel the eyes on me. It must be a quarterback's peripheral vision. But sometimes I'm not sure if they are talking about me because of who I am or because of the birthmark on my cheek."

I have a feeling that if I saw him at Subway he would get a chicken, bacon, ranch foot long. Just a guess but he looks like he loves bacon.

#2: The title of runner up goes to someone we all know personally. Unlike Drew Brees, this character had chosen to do this to his face. Wondering who it is? Well its none other than our dear friend Clay "bulldog" Johnson. If anyone remembers the period of time between October and November of 2004, then they remember Clays splitters. Now I feel a little guilty about this because I encouraged Clay to keep them. Recently Clay and I bought new IDs at the DMV. The main motivation for Clay was because he actually had the splitters in his photo. When reflecting on Clays "stalagmites" as his friend Rick Rasmussen called them, I remember a conversation between Clay, myself and Laurel Thur:

"Clay I cant believe you cut them off" -Me

"I had to, I didn't want them anymore" - Clay

"Good" (said in a very discrete manor) - Laurel

I'm not positive but there may not be a single female in this universe who found those splitters attractive. Sorry Clay, you look good now.

#1: At number 1 on my list is singer and songwriter SEAL (yes its all capitols). I must start by saying if I had the choice of looking like that and having a wife like Heidi Klum, hell sign me up. I of course cannot mention SEAL with out mentioning the Batman Forever theme of "Kiss by a Rose". No man, woman or child can say with confidence they haven't sang along to this song at one time or another. Personally this song will hold a spot in my heart for the remainder of my life, most likely right next to "We built this City" by Starship and "La La La La" by Stagga Lee. In fact I feel a little sorry for SEAL, as some research done found the source of his scars:

SEAL's facial scars are due to a from of Lupus. His form of lupus is called Discoid Lupus Erythematosus, which attacks the skin and can leave terrible scarring. Fortunately, SEAL's flare was an isolated incident in childhood and he has been in remission since then. Anyways I have to wonder what the offspring of SEAL and Heide Klum would look like, if I had to guess I would say something like this.........

So there you have it, the top 4 people I would love to ask the question of "what the hell is on your face?" I'm sure there are many more that are slipping my mind at the moment. And of course what blog of mine wouldn't be complete without a McConaughey mention. Link of the day is of Matt Damon doing his best impression of Matt McConaughey, its pretty good I think:

http://youtube.com/watch?v=CuYD2cwMbpw

John Reiser and His Celebrity Friends

Ahh yes its time for the much anticipated John "Big Jacque" Reiser blog entry. Well ok I might not call it much anticipated but I know it will not dissapoint.

During a recent family get together known as Thanksgiving, I was able to converse with my father on a few topics. Little did I know two of them would become the subject of my next blog. So lets cut to the chase. First a little history on my father, John Randall Reiser.

John Reiser is a modest man, with two children, myself and my older brother Tim. He has been married to my lovely mother, Rita for 27 years. My dad was born in the year of 1953 in Watertown, Wisconsin. He still resides here in southern Wisconsin to this day. While my dad may not have traveled far from his home, he has traveled the country on a few business trips. In his 53 years of living he has had the good fortune of meeting a few celebrities along the way.

If any of you know the Koshollek family you, you know their history and passion for photography. The Koshollek name and photography go together like peas and carrots. Anyhow Joe Koshollek the eldest son of the family worked for a Madison newspaper titled "The Badger Herald". His duty was to take photos of Badger sporting events, well how does my father play into this? My dad was Joe's camera bag bitch. Hell it got him on the sidelines every game day. Being so close to the action allowed my dad to meet many interesting people.

"Its electric in here" - Lynn Swann, those words actually spoken to my father during the historic Wisconsin vs. Iowa football game in which Ron Dayne set the all time career rushing record. Now this is only small time compared to my fathers other celebrity friends.

Ron Dayne happened to be the victim of my fathers enthusiasm once upon a time as well. In fact Joe took a picture of it. My father looks happy as can be in his avaitor Ray-Ban sunglasses. However Ron had a look on his face best described as "who is this tall white boy asking for my picture". Needless to say Ron did not smile. *On a side note my brother had frequently walked past Ron Dayne on his way to class, one day he musters up the courage to say hi to Ron. Tim claims he nodded his head back. I doubt it. Moral of all this, Ron Dayne does not like the Reisers.

"Hi hows it going"- now I am not sure exactly which one said this to my father or perhaps my father is the one who said it. My memory does not serve me too well, however, I do remember that the people my dad were talking to were none other than Madison natives, Tom Arnold (Best Damn Sports Show), and Christopher Farley (Almost Heros, Tommy Boy). Now being Madison natives and of course being famous they were allowed on the sideline of the games like my father was. On another side note, my girlfriend goes to the same church as Chris Farley's sister. I guess she look exactly like him. Anyways that makes the Reisers and Farley family close friends. Its too bad uncle Chris had to die, he always gave such great Christmas presents.

Ok, so far we have Lynn Swann, Ron Dayne, Tom Arnold, and Chris Farley. A far better list than I have compiled. I did see Jim reach out and touch Antwon Walker once. I dont think Twon liked it. Although what Jim lacks in the Walker department he makes up for in the McCullough department. In a sense here is how the conversation went with the former New Jersey net firecrotch center:

"Hey Todd you are on my fantasy team" - Jim
"Garrgyulllahhh" - Response by Todd. (It kinda sounded like the gurgling sound that came out of the guy who is poisoned in Dumb and Dumber)

Ok back to my father, now its time for the big guns. I had a really tough time deciding on which of these two final stories to put last however I think I mad the right choice.

Now if any of you have read my previous posts on Sharps blog or my first blog this will be very funny to you. If have read them then you know what is coming next, yes that is right my father has met the great and almighty, Matthew McConaughey (How to lose a guy in 10 days, Two for the Money, Stetson Spokesman). On a business trip in Baltimore, my father was sitting in the hotel lobby and happened to be there at the same time Mconadouche was promoting his new movie, "Two for the Money". Yeah it turns out Brandon Lange, I mean John Anthony, had himself a huge tour bus with the movie advertised all over it. It turns out he is very nice and signed autographs for everyone. I dont care the Reisers do not like the McConaugheys. End of story, I hope I need not mention this man ever again.

Now for the grand finally:

Once upon a time way before I was ever created my dad was a student at the UW. One day he happens to be shopping on State Street and wanders into a store. The store is having a sale and there are bins with piles of clothes in them. The bins happen to separate the clothes into sizes. Well if you dont know my father, he is very tall. In college he was very skinny. So his pants size was rather rare I assume. He walks over to his size bin and makes the remark to his girlfriend, Rita Dagget, there are no pants in his size, the bin is empty. "Here you can try these on" a voice calls out as a pair of jeans falls into my dads bin. He looks up and to his amazement it is none other than baby James. Yes that is right James Taylor (Fire and Rain, Mexico). Apparently he had just tried on the pants and decided not to purchase them. Needles to say my dad bought them without a doubt. Now when I think about it, my Dad and James are about the same stature and size back in the 70s. James had also done a show the night before in Madison. I did my best to find a picture of James from the 70s, I think I did a good job.

So why had I never heard about this till now? I don't really have an answer to that. Like I said my dad is a modest man. He loves his dog probably as much as James Taylor does (you need be a James Taylor fan to catch that one), he also loves his yuppie beer.

So that is it. I hope you were able to learn a little bit about my father. A few honorable mentions that failed to make the blog yet need mentioning are, Michael Finley, Rashard Griffith, and Dick Vitale. Make sure to tune in next week when I discuss the "What the Hell is that on your face?"

Stetson Cologne

Well I figured its time I join suit and start my own blog. Keep in mind that I am currently in the 17th grade and I maybe hard pressed for time so forgive me if I fail to post as much as you would like. Moving on, I feel this blog will give me plenty of opportunities to express and share my ideas going through my over sized head (my head has a circumference 24 inches). People that is two feet all the way around my head. I dare any of you to try and match it. Ok so enough of my big head, I'm thinking its time to jump right into my first blog entry ever:

I was recently reading Sports Illustrated and by some grace of god ran across an advertisement by Stetson. Now if any of you know James Macho, he is a Stetson Man. He is the only living human being under the age of 50 who owns the popular cologne, Stetson. Now even if you are unfamiliar with Jim, you certainly are familiar with the colognes advertisements, both on television and in magazines. Stetson chooses to take a rugged man appeal by using a cowboy as their main image.The following is an quote taken straight from the Stetson website. I feel this will give us all a better understanding of what Stetson is all about:

"John B. Stetson developed the world famous Stetson hats in the mid 1860s. The hats were a big hit in the thinly populated West, where being rugged was a requirement for clothes (and for people). The rugged individualism of the West was perfectly represented by a Hat that could be shaped differently by each wearer -- a punched-in crown, a bended brim, a braided leather band were all different ways for to make a Stetson one's own.
Today, the name Stetson embodies the authentic heritage and spirit of the American West. Stetson Cologne carries on this legacy with fragrances for men and women that represent the pride, passion, and confidence of the pioneers, as well as the modern west." - Stetson Website

Well Jim you may claim to enjoy the scent of Stetson well I am afraid you are now the proud owner of about 5 oz's of shit. This is why..............

Yes, Jim that is right, it is none other than the massive douche bag Matthew Mconahey (How to lose a guy in 10 days, We are Marshall). I am sorry but the only good thing that Mconahey has done is the role of Wooderson in the movie Dazed and Confused. Even then I refuse to admit that is Mconahey. Although Wooderson is a fictional character, he is his own person. It is the exact same thing as Joe Dirt and David Spade. Spade is way too much of a loser to ever be Joe Dirt, and you know this. Anyhow back onto Stetson, you need to ask yourself one question now Jim. Can you "Live the Legend" , it is quite the challenge. Do you want to smell the same as Matthew Mconahey? I am guessing no. If any of you out there dare take the Stetson challenge here is a link to their website, you can get a free sample. I personally am going to order a sample. Even if you don't want a free sample, go to the site and tell me you aren't entertained (make sure your sound is up):

http://www.stetsoncologne.com/intro.asp


Well that is it for my first blog entry I hope you all enjoyed it. Look forward to my next post:

John Reiser and his celebrity friends......... (Believe me you will not want to miss this one)