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...that into the falling and stuff. That just sort of came with the sketch. I don't like the physical stuff, 'cause it gets scary, hard, and you do get bruised. But, I really was sort of a clumsy person myself. I ate a lot of Captain Crunch and drank a lot of Coke so I was always a very spastic kid. I was always knocking things over in my own house and banging my head. Captain Crunch is the best. It makes me too shaky because it's so sugary - Captain Crunch with berries... mmm, and with peanut butter...
...women and booze backstage. It pisses me off, because that's what I though being a rock star was about, not "We got tofu on the deli tray." I want to hear somebody bitch and whine because they lost an eight-ball of coke behind their couch, not "Who drank the last bottle of spring water...
...drinking on campus has reached dangerous proportions. The awareness campaign, spearheaded by Graham Spanier, president of Penn State, is backed up by a study of binge drinking released by Harvard's School of Public Health, in which 43% of college students were identified as binge drinkers. That means they drank five or more beers or drinks (four for women) at least once in the two-week period before the study. One-fifth of all college students are "frequent" binge drinkers, consuming an average of 17.9 drinks a week. The Harvard study also shows that nearly a third of all students...
Which brings us back to George W. Bush. Surely few care that he may have had a wild youth, if that means he dated many women or drank too much from time to time. But what about the illegal use of cocaine? Tens of thousands of Americans are serving mandatory jail sentences for having been caught with cocaine or its variant, crack. If Bush did try cocaine, how does that square with his support of Texas legislation putting those caught with less than a gram of the drug in jail...
...include Vacation Bible School, held every summer at the Methodist church in my hometown. Kids would gather in the musty sanctuary for songs featuring hand gestures that seemed, for our brand of Methodism, dangerously close to dancing. We played Bible tag, memorized the books of the Old Testament and drank gallons of Kool-Aid out of waxy paper cups. Our teachers entertained us so well that we scarcely noticed that with every Popsicle-stick ark they helped us build, they were molding our little souls...