The Tradition

1. Snowboarding (number one because it is stress free and lets release stress;easy adrenaline rush)
2. Hockey (number two because it is physically challenging; the only non-stop sport)
3. Listen to Music (number three because music helps reduce stress, puts everyone in a good mood (only if its good music))
4. Waterskiing (number four because it is physically challenging, can produce adrenaline, and is fun to see the beach pass behind you)
5. Run From Neighbors Dog (literally makes you LOLOLOLOL (peeing pants funny) adrenaline rush, sucks when you get bit)

If you have read this post and are going to comment please either a)leave a comment or b)make your own top five things to do and leave it as a comment. It would be really cool if everyone did it.

band·wag·on (bndwgn)

n.

1. An elaborately decorated wagon used to transport musicians in a parade.

2. Informal A cause or party that attracts increasing numbers of adherents: young voters climbing aboard the party’s bandwagon.

3. Informal A current trend: “Even brand-name [drug] companies . . . have jumped on the generics bandwagon” Beth Howard.

Pasted above is the definition for Bandwagon.  If you ask me alot of people recently have been accused of bandwagoning.  Their bandwagoners if they “like” the same music another person does.  Their bandwagoners if they’re fans of the number one team (i.e. Ohio State, Indianapolis Colts, or the Buffalo Sabers).  In order to like these you have to be from or have some kind of connection to (family, friends) Ohio, Indiana, or New York.  Music wise you have to actually “like” the music not just listen to it and say you like.  In other words I can’t like Indianapolis because I’m from CO.  So my favorite team is the Arizona Cardinals because I have family down there.  I also like the Bruins and Red Sox because my dad is from Boston.  Music wise I can’t say I like AFI just because they released they’re new album or My Chemical Romance.

I hope you get what I’m trying to say.

DON’T BAND WAGON.

It is a bright, sunshiny day. You are taking your family to Las Vegas, Nevada (a.k.a. Sin City). You’ve just left your mansion in Breckenridge, Colorado to try you’re luck at the slots, tables, and bars. You’re family has packed their bags for a luxurious stay in the Luxor Hotel. You’re two hours away from Sin City. You’re two boys are listening to their new 30GB Black & White Video iPods. They have Welcome to the Black Parade music video playing along with Miss Murder. You’re wife is exhausted and is sleeping. You’re drowsy and know you should stop for the night but you think you can make it.

You’re approaching an overpass. You can’t see who’s on it but you can see a scuffle happening. You realize that it must be a gang fight after you hear a gun shoot. Right after the gun shoot a body is tossed over the guard rail. The body smashes into the windshield landing on the dashboard.

Your wife jumps so fast that she hits her on the roof.

Your sons drop their iPods.

You swerve the car out of instict to the side of the road.

Their is a 12 inch thick cement wall.

Your car turns a 90 and slams into the wall.

Your wife is thrown through the windshield because she was not wearing a sit belt.

Her skull is crushed against the wall.

Blood is smeared across the wall as you’re wife’s corpse lays on the hood of the car.

Your sons are thrown against the captain seats in the front.

One of your sons necks is snapped immediately.

Your other son has broken many ribs and vertebrates in his back so he may not be able to move again.

You are the only person who survives the crash.

You run out of the car.

There is another car coming at you.

He can’t stop in time.

He hits you.

You’re dead.

Your body is flattened.

Your guts are strewn across the road.

The driver of the car calls the cops. The cops arrive upon the gruesome scene they file their report and take pictures of all of the bodies strewn arounbd with blood spilled everywhere. It is a night no-one will ever forget.