Those of you who actually check into the Troll Cave on a daily basis (which is probably few of you) probably noticed that the Epic Drink Time video which was supposed to be uploaded on the day of my birthday was kind of late. Actually almost a whole day late. Partially it's the fault of my mom and my friends... scratch that, her friends that she stole from me ended up talking for hours, taking up precious editing/rendering/uploading time.  Believe me, rendering takes a long time, especially when you have several hundred clips to stitch together, or if you happen to have a bunch of guns and cars edited into your video.

But I guess it turned out good.

And just to pretend that I'm in with the times, and have been paying attention to all the Charlie Sheen stuff, here's a video.

One man's trash is another man's treasure.  Unless it's so trashy that you just want it gone.  If you have to pay someone just to get rid of it, it pretty much means that it's beyond all hope.  (Until you see the person who took it selling for twice the price.)

When I'm not on Craigslist looking for casual sex... err platonic meet ups, I take a look at the "free stuff" section to see what potential treasures are out there.  Sadly, most of it is trash, but not just any trash.  Oh no.  I think the best way to describe some of this is "where did you get this, why do you still have it, and what do you want me to do with it?"

It says it's new, but that brings about two possible questions; one, where would you get one sans-chair, or better yet, why would you destroy a new chair just to get the recliner mechanism that you would later give away?

This next one makes me wonder:

What the hell is a homie?  I know that most people on craigslist have absolutely horrible spelling, but I really can't think of anything that would even make sense for a correct spelling.  I know I'm a cheapo sometimes, but I wouldn't go as far as selling my friends just to make a quick buck. 

Along with something like underwear, one thing I would never consider selling or buying used is a toilet (or 2).

"in tackt"

Yes, thank you for the pictures, because I have no idea what a toilet looks like.  But then again, if you are buying them, you might not have any in the first place to compare to.  I hate going to the bathroom in public, or even in other people's houses, but I would be wary even using one of these in my own house.  I mean, they didn't even clean them!  Once your butt touches something, you pretty much claim ownership of it.

More to come!

I'm beginning to think that I have a strange ability for deduction. Not quite Sherlock Holmes, but it's pretty good. For instance, talking on Skype with my friend, I heard the faint sound of a can opening. Knowing his parents were having a party, along with their drink preferences, I quickly said "How's that coke?" After making sure his webcam was unplugged, he asked me suspiciously how I knew.  Long story short, brix were shat.  Slowly though, I think this ability is leaking into the electronics.

I often turn on shuffle when I'm bored of listening to one song over and over, but some of these times I think my Ipod will pick, out of over 700 songs, the perfect one just right for the current situation I'm in. For instance,  had Jury Duty a couple of months ago (which I wanted to Troll the hell out of, but didn't for fear of being locked up; can't blog from prison.) and during the long-ass breaks, I would listen to my Ipod. We were asked to stay Impartial, but after "Testify" by Rage Against the Machine and "Justice in Murder" by Coheed and Cambria started playing, I kind of forgot about the whole impartiality part.

Damn you Apple!

Today I ended up going snowboarding, and what would you know, it did it again.  Just to name a few:
Winter- B-Complex
Snow (Hey Oh)- Red Hot Chili Peppers
So Cold- Breaking Benjamin.

Somehow, during my weight training class, this even happens too, though walking on the treadmill to the beat of Daft Punk is pretty awesome.

We interrupt your regularly scheduled 4chan Friday to inform you that it is infact my birthday (Woo Fuck Yeah!). Today, instead of lurking 4chan like I usually do on a Friday Night, I gathered up some friends. Here's what we did.

(Sorry for the late upload, everything that could go wrong DID.)
And then we all died to caffeine induced heart attacks.

Turning twenty means I'm not a teenager anymore. It also means people will want to pay attention to me, which I could care less for. No, that's not just me passive-aggressively telling people to buy me stuff. I don't do passive aggressive well.

Here at the Troll Cave ( I can't even count how many times I've used that to open a post) I like to keep a regular posting schedule.  This means that some nights I don't have the faintest idea about what I'm going to write about, and I've already pulled the wallpaper card .  It's almost literally like pulling it out of my ass.  [This would be one of those posts.]  And while showing you pictures of my fecal matter spelling out titles for blog posts would be great for shock value, this isn't /b/ so I actually have to come up with a second half for this post to entertain you. 

I guess I could try something like "Automatic Blog Post Generator" that I found over at Anonymouse Blog, especially since none of my friends want to write a guest post for me.  However, I think people would recognize a huge change in my writing style.  I'm pretty sure the fact that they all end the same way wouldn't go unnoticed either.  Then again, I do tend to say the same things over and over again (look at the first sentence).

I could probably make a pretty good post by chopping up several old posts then stitching them together in a hilarious way.  It's kind of like the Tweetmixer, which you can use to do the same thing for your tweets.  I'm just afriad that some people might take these fabricated tweets the wrong way:

Wow it's already friday what did I do all week? Oh ya, I'm just a lesbian.

Ok, so I like women, but I don't think that necessarily makes me a lesbian, especially since I have a penis...