Post from the Village

It's funny that Zack should mention raccoons in his most recent post, since I was almost killed by one last night. True story. It was a clear and starry night in Sebastopol and I was scootering out to get the mail (scootering allows for a quicker get-a-way if I'm ambushed by bobcats). Anyways, I heard some rustling in the bushes and I figured it was my neighbor's awkwardly silent dog that never barks, but just stands and stares. THEN, out pops a little raccoon who parked his furry ass in my way and wouldn't move. A raccoon that fearless must have rabies. So I promptly turned the scooter around and high-tailed it home. I haven't been to the mailbox since.

-Tammi (Zack wasn't here to correct my mistakes so the process took much longer than usual. I'm sure he'll still find something wrong with it though)

Spring Break

My break is off to a nice little start. Leave at 3:20 for my 5:40 flight. Turns out, some water main burst, causing every single car going to the airport to take the most roundabout way to the airport. Two hours later, we're still not at the airport. Dani and I decide to fuck it, turn around, and now we're road trippin at 5 am tomorrow. In spite of the stressful detour, it was a pretty fun car ride. The "funeral" moment is just one of those priceless memories. If that 2 hour episode is any indication, this trip to San Jo will be fun as hell.

-Zack (no Tammi, her village's internet is down because the raccoon on the giant wheel that powers all the electricity keeled over, so they have to go trap a new one)

Paul Olson

You're on our shitlist until further notice.

Reason: Talkin shit on our blog.

Giving Credit, Where Credit Is Due

This is Tammi. (Zack finally let me type!)

After recently posting our blog website as our facebook statuses, we had a small backlash from our neighborly neighbor. Jason Goehring helped inspire the name of this blog. He was, in fact, there for the conception of the "bros, bitches, babies" moniker. Thank you for your time.

Tammi (Zack's here too, editing my grammar as I type)

First Post!

First of all, this is Zack. Tammi's here too, but she's not typing. So...this is our blog. We're just gonna type shit and see what happens. Matt is playing video games, he just got a Pavelow. Tonight is the last night we all get to rage our collective faces off, at least until after Spring Break. (Woooo! Spring Break tits!) Tammi wants to steal Matt Bailey's alcohol. What a bitch. Tammi's mature response to that comment was "Zack is a cunt". This has yet to be proven. Oh, Tammi has some gossip. She saw Jackson on the way to class, and he said "I'm goin to Lake Havasu and hooking up with all the drunk bitches". And then he said "Actually, I'm kind of seeing someone, so I won't be promiscuous this spring break". Upon Tammi asking "Who are you dating", Jackson said, "This girl named Sarah Bolin". Which is crazy, because we know her, and has a history with...someone we know.

Welp, that's gonna wrap up our first bloggage. And in the immortal words of Thomas Edison, "Show us your tits!"

-Zack (and Tammi too)