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Alright, since you all failed miserably to give me some ideas for covers to incorporate in with my originals I was forced to come up with some on my own. The first few are covers I already play, followed by some that I plan to start playing soon and very soon.
1. Hit Me Baby One More Time - Britney Spears
2. Anna Begins - Counting Crows
3. Colorful - The Verve Pipe
4. Be My Yoko Ono - Barenaked Ladies
5. Collide - Howie Day
6. Kielbasa Sausage - Tenacious D
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7. Hallelujah - In the style of Rufus Wainwright (written by Leonard Cohen)
8. Window - Guster
9. Flake - Jack Johnson
10. Morning After - Howie Day
11. Closer - Joshua Radin
12. Danny's Song - Kenny Loggins
13. Brown Eyed Girl - Van Morrison (cliche' I know)
14. Sitting, Waiting, Wishing - Jack Johnson
15. Me and Julio Down By the Schoolyard - Paul Simon
16. American Pie - Don McClean

Suggestions are still very welcome. I will not be playing again until Wednesday, September 14th due to a test on the 8th. I know, I know, you're all crushed.
Much Love,
Bo

As most of you know, I have a very very addictive personality. In college there was a particular computer game that held myself, and many of my friends, hostage for vast amounts of time. This game had been exiled to limbo, never to be spoken of or played again...until recently. A friend of mine told me last week that he had just remembered about the game and had downloaded it once again. Like the One Ring of Power it had layed dormant for years, but now has resurfaced to spread it's evil and tyranny across the land. It is a name that I utter now only to warn those yet unaffected. It is Snood. Upon hearing it's name a seed was layed in my mind, and try as I may to let it die once again it has, in turn, overcome my will and found it's way to my computer...and it's addictive as hell. I would like to thank my friend who shall remain nameless (Mark you fucking prick), for bringing this back in my life at a time when my concentration should be on tests that I must pass, and not on a game that took so many precious hours of my life so many years ago. It's power is unyielding, and I must get back to playing it. Pray for me.
Much Love,
Bo

I've always thought of myself as somewhat of a smooth operator. I'm fairly laid back and usually don't spaz out too often...last night was an exception to that rule. I met some friends down at a bar in Northside around 1:00. This particular bar stops serving drinks at 2:00 (as they all do in the 'nati) but stays open until 4:00 for those who enjoy getting their respective swerves on. Last night was all 80's music...very not bad. Anyway after a couple of hours I left and returned to a friend's house where I was the only sober being there. I got the tour, as it was my first time there, and as we approached the bathroom my friend explained that the lights in the shower had burned out and that they couldn't change them because of a cover over them that had been painted sealed. Here's where the idiocy begins. In my vast wisdom I claim that they should be able to get the lights out anyway and that the covers shouldn't be a problem. After all, me man, me gooder at fixing things than women. Me idiot. I proceeded to stand on the edges of the bath tub and attempt to unscrew the light bulb in order to prove my vast superiority. I knew standing up there was a dumb idea, God made me short so that I wouldn't have to change light bulbs but I was determined to prove my masculinity. After about 2 or 3 minutes of unscrewing a light bulb and realizing that there was no possible way to get it out without taking the cover off I bowed my head in defeat. Dejected and demoralized I attempted to step off of the tub and collect the minute ammount of self respect I had left...I failed miserably. You see, it seems the mat that goes on the bottom of the tub to keep people from slipping had been draped over the side of the tub...I think you can see where this is going. Upon stepping on the mat engineered to stop people from slipping, I slipped, oh sweet irony. Legs in the air and plummeting to the bathroom floor all I could think of was how embarrassing it would be if this was how I died. "You hear about Bo? Yeah he slipped on a non-slip shower mat while attempting to be smooth...serves him right." Once gravity had done it's job and the tile bathroom floor had done it's, I heard gasps and "Oh shit, are you ok?" Now if I was going to save face at all in this I had to have a witty retort. Something that would be clever and funny so that everyone would forget about the graceful dive I had just taken. "What did the Russian judge give me?" or " Just checking the gravity in here, it's good," anything. All I came up with though was, "Ouch." Somehow the outside of my shin had slammed the tub on my way down and a piercing pain was running up and down my leg. I really wanted to find a hole to crawl into, but, alas, there was no such hole in the bathroom. I stood up and just walked away, then tried to explain that they were, in fact, right about the light bulb cover and that everything I had just done may have just made things worse because the bulb was now resting on the cover and as soon as they took it off the bulb was going to fall out with it. Fuck getting back up on that tub though. Moral of the story...I'm not smooth and the Fates will kick my ass if I ever try to be.
Much Love,
Bo

The picture from my previous post is from the Mount Lookout Tavern website. We're not going to get into the fact that you know you frequent an establishment way too much when you end up on their web page. That's another story for another time. In regards to the previous post, though, I think it's safe to say that I was fairly inebriated by the looks of it (not that I remember the picture ever being taken in the first place). The funny thing is, I cropped that picture so that only I was in it. This is the other half of the picture with my good friend Mark who was standing right next to me. I believe if you carefully inspect the picture you will observe the same glazed over look of stupor in his eyes as is in mine. Ladies and gentlemen I give you...Weekend Mark.
Much Love,
Bo

Ummm...yeah, dude we need to talk. So I know you've been having a good time recently, and I really think that's great don't get me wrong, it's just that...well you're pretty much fucking it up for the rest of us. You see, you've completely taken Sunday Bo out of the picture...just gone. After you spend the better part of Friday and Saturday night in a drunken stupor he has to lay in bed all day on Sunday in order to try recuperate. During this time he often thinks up ridiculous schemes on how to counteract your treachery, things like eating better, exercising, losing weight and cutting back on the drinking...preposterous. That's another thing...you're making us fat now. There was a time when you could rule the roost and the rest of us just sat back and allowed it because we recovered from hang-overs with remarkable ease and our metabolism was faster than Michael Jackson watching Home Alone (too soon?) Such is no longer the case. If not for Monday Morning Bo's amazing rationalization skills we very well could be working out in order to lose some of your beer weight, which would make us tired, thank goodness for him. Oh and another thing, remember how we all agreed that we didn't want to meet our next romantic interest while in a bar??? Well how do you expect to keep up your end of this when that's the only place you spend your time??? You're supposed to be the power player in this endeavor and you're dropping the ball douche bag (sorry, Sunday Bo got ahold of the key board for a second...he's still a little bitter).
Now, we were hoping we wouldn't have to bring this up but it may be time. We hereby revoke your phone priveleges after 12:00 midnight on both Friday and Saturday nights. I know, I know...you think this is unfair, and you're really gonna hate it when you're under the influence, but it's really for the best of all of us. Sunday Bo has officially given up on even trying to clean up your messes (God bless him he tried for years with little progress) and it has, hence, fallen upon the rest of us (often in a group effort). It's becoming ridiculous and you know, as we all do, that the time and effort we expense fixing your fuck ups is totally inproportionate to how much we should actually care about the people we call. STOP FUCKING CALLING THEM!!! From now on when the rest of us realize relationships with certain people are horrific, insane ideas you're gonna have to start listening to us.
Finally, remember all those classes that we've taken over the past couple of years??? No??? Well I'm sure we've told you about them...dude yes we have...alright shut up and listen... we're pretty sure that you're drinking away all the knowledge that we've absorbed. It's really getting on Tuesday Morning Bo's nerves cuz it's fucking up his test taking abilities. So that's just another incentive to calm down just a bit.
Alright well some of us have some responsibilities so I'm gonna have to go study now. Please, please, please try not to erase everything I learn this weekend. If we don't study we won't get a job and then we won't be able to pay for your unquenchable lust for stupidity...wrap that one around the last few remaining brain cells you have left.
Much Love,
Monday Night Bo
P.S. Stop trying to take Wednesday Night Bo under your wing, you know he can't sing or play guitar when he's been drinking.

There was a time in my young life when I swore by Milwaukee's Best Light. Then I graduated from High School and went to the University of Dayton where we drank, surprise, Beast Light. I swore that I would always drink Beast, no matter how old I got or how sophisticated I thought I became. Post-graduation, though, I realized that we had been, in fact, drinking Satan's piss water all that time. Until earlier today, I had forgotten the allure that beautiful siver and blue can (which changes every six months now) had on me. Now I remember. Click on the link above for some manly games (that actually play themselves out in my life more times than not).
Much Love,
Bo