

Below is a picture of Mike after literally burying someone alive.

If you don't like my blog, then fuck you.




JUT-202 has brought me some of the best and worst memories of my life, and I don't think I'd want it any other way. Well...yeah I would. I sure do have some great stories now though. From the Valleyfair holding cell to the Independence impound, JUT-202 has been there all the way. In fact...JUT was there for the fireworks ZING!ing and POW!ing around the lake, for the lawn driving and loopards, and also for the offroad raging at Creek Valley. Let's not forget the egging night or the night Ben glazed the sides with a fresh coat of frozen vomit after trying to dine and dash at the local Perkins as well. Let's just say JUT has been there for a good chunk of the things we've done. Ever since JUT-202 was retired I haven't been in trouble since. Maybe it was a curse. Or, perhaps.........a blessing? That's for you to decide.
Due to a request, I am going to provide a little background on those who reside at 901 Oakland. Hopefully this doesn't draw any more comparisons between Scunt's blog and my own, but I'm sure it's going to happen. Here we go. 
These foot cancers are right towards the top of my list of things currently pissing me off. They look like something a 3rd grader should wear outside to jump in puddles, not something a college girl should wear in an attempt to appear presentable. I just don't understand them. Rainboots are really not necessary, just wear shoes like everyone else. If it's fashion you're after...you've failed. Miserably. Throw these eyesores in the nearest dumpster.