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Introduction
Back in San Diego, Evan was hanging out with his roommate, Bingo, a Force Recon Marine Corps sniper. At the moment they were in Evan's 2012 Ford Taurus. Bingo was pressing buttons on the touch screen. "I like the display, and Fords are geared to drive well in the snow, I must admit." said Bingo. Evan was in the driver's seat of his car. He took a quick pre-emptory look at Bingo, along the lines of would you please keep your hands of of that. They were cruising down highway 94, going west. Evan said "I mean it's a family car, handles swell. I wish it had stick shift, but then, automatics have gotten awful good. Joy was so happy when I went and got it. The love making was incredible. She has ways of showing me how much she cares." "Are you planning on making modifications?" asked Bingo. "It'll void the warranty if I do. However, the Ford salesman told me the factory might do a little something for me, being as how it's show business. So, basically, I'm interested in what they have to offer, and sticking to my strategy, which is to not let Joy buy me a car. I can't be letting myself sponge off of her, I think it would ruin the relationship, but even if it didn't, I still wouldn't do it. Rich as my lady is, I don't sponge off of women. I'm not cut out that way."— May 30, 2012 12:41 a.m.
Introduction
"You mean like Guantanamo?" asked Evan Will. "Worse. Far worse. An internment center where citizens who disagree with a military dictatorship are placed. It's a museum now, and I've been there." Evan took a breath, composed himself, and said "Describe it." "It's a tall black building on the outside-" "How many stories?" interjected Evan. "Like about eight or so. The windows have been shattered out by artists, to describe what happened in there." Evan took a breath, and said "Let's go inside." "It's bad Evan, it's very bad. It's worse than haunted. When Tino and I went in there he was looking at the walls, writing in a notebook. I had the creeps, Evan." "Chill out." "Why are you asking me all of these questions?" asked young Kenny Clifton. "For informational purposes. Keep your head clear, and keep it up. Keep your head up. You dig me?" "Yeah." "What does the inside of the building look like?" "There's an entry and upstairs are cubicles." "And this is a navy prison?" "An Argentine navy prison, yes." said young Kenny. "That's not good. Are you alright?" Young Kenworth Clifton thought for a moment, then replied "Yeah, I'm alright. Evan, I've heard so much about you, seen you on tv. I know you consider me a homeboy from the east side. What's happening, Easy?" "A great deal. Back to business. If you're not happy with Tino, you egress. If there's any sort of problem, you have my number. In fact, I'd like for you to stay in touch. I'm concerned about you, and moreover, I feel that I've neglected you in the past. I want to correct that. I'm asking you to call me, whenever you want. I'll drop everything, don't you worry. Agreed?" "You're scaring me, Evan." said Kenny. "You look alive to me, too." said Evan Will. http://www.zonamilitar.com.ar/foros/threads/bucea…— May 28, 2012 3:39 p.m.
Introduction
So then, young Kenny's phone rang. Kenny looked at the caller and grew excited. It was none other than the great Evan Will, former Navy SEAL, current paramour of the beutiful and most worthy Joy Mercy, and sometimes reality tv star. Kenny picked up. "Evan?" "Yeah it's me. Where are you?" "I'm in Buenos Aires. Where are you?" "Around town. Hey, you remember that guy Tino Escudero?" asked Evan. "I live at his house." replied Kenny, suddenly suspicious. "I need some info about him." stated Evan flatly. Evan knew Kenworth would come through. The kid was solid. "Like what?" "Walk me through his pad." Kenny described the look of Tino's quinta, and Evan, the Ease let him talk until Kenny said "And on the right is his den, which is dominated by a memorial-" "To what?!" interjected Evan. "Why to his father, an activist during the bad times in Argentina. Tino and our nanny claim he was miraculously rescued from a Navy internment center in 1974." http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a2cKv33Gkks&featur…— May 26, 2012 4:04 p.m.
The UCSD Version
United States Marine Corps: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4JipHEz53sU— May 8, 2012 1:19 a.m.
The UCSD Version
Vizzz, I honestly don't think that a lack of a sports program is what addles UCSD. UCSD is an academic university, and varsity sports are intended to keep the blood flowing, maybe give you a sense of motion. These people are brainiacs, let's honor them as such, let them groove, like any any other young adult. We have a shitload of problems, that we created for ourselves, but we definitely don't want to pass on on to the youngsters. Our responsibility is clear- give them appropriate space to develop themselves. That's going to include the very same uncomfortable topics that, back in our day, preoccupied us. How do we focus? I learned this from Donna Schoenkopf- Provide unyielding support and positiveness. If the student replies with some sort of negativity or complaint, the teacher cuts that off. I hang out with people, I know what's going on: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KefLz4DDrjo— May 8, 2012 12:38 a.m.
The UCSD Version
My take on UCSD is rigor. I've read numerous times about the high washout rate. I've also heard that major research is conducted there, as it is in many other universities. If I were interviewing someone for a job, and they said they graduated from UCSD, I would be like 'Once that's verified, you're hired.' I've been on the campus of UCSD, notably when I hectored William F. Buckley on his fears of the press, but also just cruising around, sleeping by Che cafe in the copse of Eucalyptus trees over there. I mean etc. you know. There's a definite sense of greatness there.— May 6, 2012 12:12 a.m.
The UCSD Version
Is there any chance a snide button could be provided here to brand monaghan? I mean my God, whats next? This is such obvoius frippery, by the rich, who proclaim that I dont want to pay a traffic ticket. Do you have the money? Yes. Will your insurance be affected? Minimally. Shall I obey traffic laws? Or make a mockery of them and- to boot the very law itself. For, when someone who clearly has committed the infraction, and then clearly tries to skate out of paying a perfectly reasonable fine, for the only purpose of showing the public at large that they can defeat the law on a whim, the public suffers eggregiously. Here in Tijuana, I guess we respect what it means when the law is flouted so ephemorously. Too bad La Jolla doesn't have that manner of class, which is to say, a provision of dignity. Heres some class that you can slather on your morning toast, and contemplate: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ccHvciAS640— May 5, 2012 12:16 a.m.
Letters
The American Led Zeppellin is Led Zeppellin. Consider that. However, if you want to get jazzed up, go out there and campaign for Nathan Fletcher, show no fear http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wlq0lYB3iSM— April 26, 2012 10:51 a.m.
Letters
I want to put in a good word for Nathan Fletcher, and assure all parties involved that I will endeavour to bring the hispanic vote, and I think we can do this, and I think we should- it's very important. With Nathan Fletcher, San Diego stands a chance of breaking out of the corruption mode that has been so much of our political make up, though we continue working on decreases, the malevolent feds, wish to feed our desire for corruption. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=38ZYg9pOgds— April 26, 2012 10:43 a.m.
Classic Barb Guy
I think youre on the right track. Synthetics always end up letting you down. Im not going to go through family history here. Diva, if you let go of guilt, are willing to do the right thing, and just work with whats in front of you, without particular expectations, that ultimately are formed by external forces, and just realize girl, youre not to blame. Gather yourself up, even if noone else understnds. Youll be truly surprised at the possibility of realizing a simple thing I didnt do this. Regardless, at the end of the road. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EJz1YMAu_x0— April 24, 2012 2:08 p.m.