Hi Ben, it’s Mindy. What’s up? It was nice meeting you at the Beta party. The beach theme was fun. So cool you guys had sand in the house. I bet it was a pain to clean up. So thanks for walking me back to my dorm room. Sorry I kicked you out when my roommate got back, but you know how it is…anyway we should hang out, get some dinner sometime. Give me a call.

1 week later…

Hi Ben, it’s Mindy. So funny I ran into you last night. I mean I guess it’s your fraternity so it makes sense that you were at that party. Sucks you’re having cell phone problems. Anyway, it was fun seeing your room, and your CD collection. Sorry I didn’t stay up there with you longer, but didn’t want to leave my friend alone downstairs for too long. We should hang out though. Maybe go get some ice cream or something. Give me a call.


2 weeks later…
Hi Ben, it’s Mindy. Glad I ran into you last night since I hadn't heard from you. Sucks that you’re still having cell phone problems. Maybe your voicemail is full or something. Oh well, I thought I’d leave you a message anyway. Hope you get this one. The party last night was fun. I think I left my bra somewhere in the frat house. So embarrassing! And even more embarrassing that I bolted out right after you took it off. I was feeling sick. Beer before liquor, never sicker… so true! Anyway, it’s crazy that we’ve never actually gone out. We should get some coffee or see a movie sometime. Give me a call.

THOMAS JEFFERSON: Fellow congressmen, I have at last completed our Declaration of Independence. Who among you will be the first to sign this document?

JOHN ADAMS: I shall give my signature--

JOHN HANCOCK: No, that's cool, Adams. Step aside, I got this one.

THOMAS JEFFERSON: My goodness, Mr. Hancock. You've taken up quite a large portion of parchment with your signature.

JOHN HANCOCK: Oh, did I? I hadn't noticed. Well, at least nowKing George shall know who is the greatest patriot of all!

THOMAS JEFFERSON: I suppose. Why don't you hand the quill to Mr. Adams?

JOHN HANCOCK: Of course. Here you go, John... Hmm, I see you've put your John Hancock close to mine. Well done!

JOHN ADAMS: My what?

JOHN HANCOCK: Ah, you're all putting your Hancocks on here now! How marvelous!

Ethan: Only one story we can lead with this week: Michael Vick standing in a courtroom saying, "No, seriously. Where my dogs at?" Any day where you wake up and having herpes isn't on your list of biggest problems has to be terrifying. Do you think anyone other than Clinton Portis will try to defend him?

[upload:1882647:small:left:This picture is cute until you realize that puppy is probably dead by now.]Amir: Maybe Clinton Portis dressed as a pimp. I've never seen such ignorance when it comes to a major felony. I'm pretty sure Vick still has no idea what he did wrong. I can't wait till he stands in that courtroom and says "No you guys don't understand, they're just dogs!"

Ethan: I'm sure his real worry is that the Feds will come up with more charges that aren't in the indictment but they shooooooould be. I think at this point we have to nominate whoever raised Michael Vick for some sort of lifetime achievement award for bad parenting.

Amir: The trophy for that is in the shape of a child lost in a supermarket.

Ethan: I mean, Marcus Vick has given underage girls pot, waved a gun outside a McDonald's, been thrown off a team for poor sportsmanship, and thrown out of college. And he's the good brother. So is the Falcons' season already toast?

Amir: Nope. Getting rid of Vick may be a good thing for them. Maybe they need a good pocket passer to steady their offense. Let me just look at who their backup is. (Reads 'Joey Harrington') Nevermind.