Victor Nguyen Blog#4: High School Memories

I had some fond memories senior year of high school. I remember when I trashed my first freshman. If you didn’t laugh at that thought, then 1) you’ve never trashed a freshman and 2) the freshman was a friend and friends fuck with each other. My friends in band decided we should trash a freshman before we graduate. That’s right! We weren’t jocks, we were band geeks and we wanted to trash a freshman! Anyway we chased my freshman friend down, lifted him up and put him feet first into the trash can. The next day we realized we were suppose to actually put him head first, so we found him again and to our surprise he jumped in by himself. We just shrugged, tipped the can over and rolled it. We stopped when we realized he actually liked it. It just wasn’t as fun when he didn’t put up a struggle.
Although he probably liked getting trashed, the trumpet players didn’t like the idea of Saxophone players picking on one of their own. When you’re in band it’s like a big family and of course there’s going to be the usual sibling rivalry. For some reason trumpet players don’t usually get along with Saxophone players and vice versa. Anyway, they got even by taking my Saxophone and taped all the holes down. Then they stuffed it full of weed and used it as a giant bong.
Now I admit I had it coming to me, but that was really fucked up! This was seriously an epic bong hit because they kept laughing as I attempted strangle them for mistreating my baby. Strangely enough, I don’t remember being very mad. Probably because I still kept using my saxophone and ended up high the rest of the week. I wonder what would have happened if I was a tuba player?

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This past weekend i went back home for thanksgiving. It was really great to be home and eat home-cooked meals. While i was there one thing in the news really caught my eye. Tiger Woods crashing his SUV into a fire hydrant as well as a tree. Appearantly police found him in the street with his lips bloody as he was drifting in and out of consciousness. At first you know i felt like Tiger was just high or some shit cause i don't know how the fuck you run into a tree and a fire hydrant while your pulling out of the drive way. This shit was right in front of his house. So i guess a couple days latter we find out this fool Tiger was just fooling around with some girl and his wife got mad and smashed some windows. I mean the guy does have a few kids i think he should be a little more careful. They caught this fool texting her shit like, "i want to fuck you" and "send me some naughty pictures" which made me realize Tiger Woods is a boss. I mean while the media and critics critisize him im going to glorify him for getting some pussy. I never thought Tiger was a dog like that. I guess when you get rich and famous it kinda just happens. It must not be very hard for the richest athlete in the world to find a flousy. i just hope he gets it together because its gonna be hard to get sponsers when hes got all these babys mamas. Maybe Tiger will be this generations Bob Marley and all of his kids can dominate golf.

My A Maizeing Story

Back in Freshman year I was eating in the dining hall with a few good friends of mine, when it approached closing time. We had been there for a couple hours talking with people and grazing though the evening, when all but three of us were left. Just as we were about to wrap up our conversation and head home, we spied one of the workers walking around talking to each of the tables. We thought it was just a request to go home, but it turns out that there had been a huge platter of corn on the cob made, that would just go off if nobody could eat it. So we decided that we would take up the challenge and do what freshmen men do: have an eating competition. So they bring out their massive silver serving bucket of corn and quickly scurry away in fright. We would soon learn why. There was a mountain of this corn. A variable cornucopia if you will. But we knew we could best it. We start on the first layer, and we are joined by a guy from another table who wants to tag along on our glorious mission. However, after a single cob and a photograph, he runs away like the cur he was. After the first layer of corn was demolished we, in high spirits, chuckled at our once feared maizey foe and continued on. But the revenge of the corn had only begun. It may not be common knowledge, but corn is filled with two things: Starch and sugar. And half way though the second of the three layers the sugar highs begin to kick in. Suddenly the chuckles become, giggles that evolve into guffaws, that sprout into full on bouts of laughter. Suddenly it is a struggle to keep from pelting one another with yellow machine gun bursts as everything becomes funny. Soon the massive starches set in stomach cramps, coupled with the laughter, and the twofold attack of the corn monstrosity was fully waged. I wish I could bring you a tale of good news, but instead this must be a cautionary tale. Unable to finish the third and final layer, we stumbled out of the closed dining hall, its quiet interrupted only by spurts of laughter and groans. We were defeated by an unsuspectingly strong foe, yet with this adventure we had grown wiser. And let you, reader of this, know that one should never underestimate your enemy, even if it is only a pile of corn.
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Merlin Jones