Misconstrued Thoughts : Yesterday's Misconstrued Thoughts Today

Happy Day... Day!!! I recommend drinking more citrus infused watery beverages. Such as a low sugar lemonade, and water with lemon. That's all the advice i'm worth. I'm determined to go to sleep before the sun rises...

Wow. Somebody beat me out on posting first. I stayed up all night for nothing. Mike. Yes I can say I have the pleasure of knowing him. I CAN say that, but I won't. Mike was there when I realized the Myers family doesn't play games. They WIN games. No Myers, let alone an Erdlejack (Yrtlejak? Irtylejac? Urdeljack? Ertylejac?) will suffer to lose a game. Say, for instance, a game of croquet. The Myers will talk trash about you, even the mother and father, and all will laugh when you attempt to hit a croquet ball under you stockinged feet, and injure yourself. I still remember the stiffness of the competition, as well as the discussion of techniques. Mother turned on daughter, husband on wife, and obviously everyone turned on me since I'm not even related to anyone. I still remember Mike launching Sister Myers croquet ball into the corn garden. Or was that Jeremy's? It was all so traumatic that its blurring together. Ever since then, I've held a great opinion of Mike, and an even greater fear of competing against him.

The first time I even saw the Erdeljacs was when I was vacationing in South Carolina. A friend and I were beach witnessing. I saw this lovely young couple approaching and thought,"If they make eye contact, they're going to get a witness." But not even a glance from either one of them. Ahh Newlyweds! We continued on our way and stumbled on these two wacka-doodles who were "re-routing the water" (Jeremy and Matt). They looked like they could really use the kingdom message, so I proceeded to witness to them. To my surprise, they're already witnesses. Yeah! Go Figure! Well Jehovah is merciful and impartial. (HaHaHa) Anyway, Mike and Stephanie showed up a few minutes later and a pleasant conversation ensued. Ashley and I decided to take them back to the beach house where we staying to meet the other 20 or so brothers and sisters who were with us. Mike, the great inventor that he is, comes up with the brilliant idea of convincing these poor trusting brothers that he and the rest of the crew are mormons. Ashley and I are to introduce them and explain that these mormons have a lot of questions they would like answered. SO the battle begins. But Mike couldn't keep a straight face any longer. He busts a gut laughing and tells them the truth. The sister who thought she might actually be getting somewhere with them, gives me the evil eye. In time, she forgave me. Anyway, that is really the only experience I can relate on the subject. Congratulations on your friday, Mike. Hey! Shouldn't Stephanie be on there too? (Gen. 2:24)By the way, I loved the pictures. Where did the wedding take place? Oh! And one more thing, AHAHAHA, Congratulations on your little bundle of joy! Have you decided on a name?

The baby's name is Wilbur Alowicious Erdeljac. Mike is always inventing terrible names for other babies we may have one day. For example...Thorgrim Magnus....Talon Magnus...Thor Loki....Willameena Burt....See....we aren't having any more babies....I CANT TAKE IT.

By the way, brown eyed girl, our wedding was in my parents back yard and my brother took the photos.

Yep, Mikey is a character...for example he calls and pretends he is getting a ticket for 5 minutes..and I'm really believing this...he hides around corners scares me all the time...he pouts and makes my mom but a clothes pin on his bottom lip if he doesn't stop being to whiny....lets all the school ferrots out in the hall way...tells his dad the car is fine right after he had wrapped it around a telephone pole and its shaped like a "u", but everyone likes him all the kids at the hall line up for the craziness for the day and the old ladies(who you didn't think had it in them) keep him in line with their purses beating him. And he says I'm the one who lets there never be a dull moment.

Stephanie Already had a Friday, refresh your memory by going back to Steph Friday

The picture certainly describes Mike! I have four words that describe Mike - Hair Bands,Music and Prankster. He has a great love for music and Steph! Oh, next time you see Mike ask him about his voice. It seemed to have changed....actually it's kinda feminine. Guess marriage works on you that way......hee hee (just ask)
Congrats on your Friday Mike

Yes, Jerm! Thank you, you're right! How could I forget that AMAZING HAIRDO?

All right, that's it. I'm starting a petition for Seth Friday. I really don't deserve it, but I think it's time I get the recognition for not deserving anything. Everyone just sign your name in a post and give Jeremy a few reasons why I should have a Friday. Remember, without a major loser like me in this world all of you would be one rung lower on the Loser Ladder. This alone should be reason enough for you to sign my petition.

I think we should have Jon Friday. Even though virtually nobody here knows me, including Jeremy, I think I should have a friday. Why you ask? It's very simple, using this basic mathmatical formula, I can prove that I should in fact have my own friday, Jeremy being a mathmatician himself can appreciate the brilliance of it.

J x 777 (perfection)=kitten% of awesome
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N ▲ juice = the square root of the steak� burrito� vector

so JON would logically = Friday.

I rest my case. I can send photos (wink wink) of me for use on the site

Yet again you steal my hopes, Jon. But I'll ascribe to your notion of Jon Houser Friday and sign your petition if you do the same for me. I'll even fight to have your friday the week before I have mine. If we team together - yes, if we pair your superior genious with my unequivocally underestimated state of loserdom - we can succeed in turning the tide against Jeremy and his notorious overlooking of those that really don't matter and force him to listen ever so closely to the "little man" before he chooses his next Friday Victim - even though they obviously deserve it more than we do.

Keats and Jon should have a Friday because they scare me like two rabbits bungyjumping with a sleigh in the middle of June!!! Woohoo! By the way Jon, you forgot to put a peice of Pie in the equation.

That's one vote for us Jerm - there's plenty more on the way....

MIKEY FRIDAY !?!?!?!!!! What is the world coming to??? ANARCHY...CHAOS...LAWLESSNESS...REVOLUTION!!! What must one do to have a day designated in his behalf? How many felonies must one commit? How many years of ones life must one squander in a dark room playing video games? How many acts of fraternal violence must one be guilty of? This site has lost what little legitimacy it had. HELLO MR. MODERATOR! WAKE UP! Whats next...Charles Manson Tuesday? Adolf Hitler Sunday? I know, I know....your wondering; who is responsible for such a tirade? Who has seen within the dark vortex of Mikey's mind. Who could have possibly been so scarred at the hands of Mikey to spew such virulent poison? I cannot tell you for that would seal my fate! But know this : German philosopher Friedrich Nietche said "That which does not kill us makes us stronger!" and I sir have suffered near calamity by those joystick weathered hands on so many occasions that I am now nearly indestructible (or weasely evasive anyway).

For those who care for some insight into the mind of the criminaly insane, ie. Mikey, you must first understand the Erdeljac name history. Just how many Erdeljacs are there? According to the WORLD BOOK OF ERDELJACS (stop laughing, there really is such a book!) in the year 2000 there were perhaps as little as 82 Erdeljac households in the entire world with only 183 total members. Erdeljacs are to be found in the United States, Canada, Australia, and Germany. This is what the authorities would have you believe. In truth there are many to be found in Croatia and therin lies the dark secret of Mikes lineage. Erdeljac is really a derivative of the Croatian word "erdelji" or literally: "one from Transylvania." Yes, it is true; Mikes roots are firmly planted in the old stomping grounds of Vlad Tepes a.k.a. Vlad the Impaler, and perhaps the inspiration for Vlad Dracul (Dracula). Can it be that Mikey has a genetic excuse for his "behaviour". Is it possible that Mikey is distantly related to the one time despot of Romania? His conduct would certainly lend credence to such speculation. Of course, many of the Mongol horde are known to have settled in Romania! Perhaps that little ray of sunshine, Ghengis Khan himself, is responsible for Mikeys "disposition". Well enough conjecture. I leave it to you to come to your own conclusion if you are brave enough to keep Mikey's company long enough.

For those of you gullibly self-assured ones who feel they already "know" Mikey, I pose these questions; the answers of which reveal the "real Mikey"......

What is the penalty for mumbling "hhhmmmm" too many times in his presence?
Who has he nearly crippled by "milking the rat"?
What "homemade gift" might he present to you"
What do spoiled soup, rotten sandwiches, paint spills, gaping holes, broken glass, ants, and fire have in common?

If you can answer these four questions.....Please, put down the joystick and submit yourself for psychiatric asessment immediately!

Sincerely, a deeply concerned citizen.

"What do spoiled soup, rotten sandwiches, paint spills, gaping holes, broken glass, ants, and fire have in common?"

Green mooses imported from New Zealand that go "he" at the end of their sentences!

mike! I just cant say enough good things about mike. He shares every intrest I do. Musle cars, motorcycles, mountain bikes, and much more.
If its cool and exciting, mikes up for it. He can take some thing lame an make it interesting.
So hats off to mike and his wonderfull friday.

enough about mike.


This guy keats. Yeh sometimes he may come across as a boaring person but its only a humble front.
You remeber the vidio contest that took place a few months ago. well seth was involved in the production of a film that would blow away all the competition. but the vidio is some where in florida. I think a fellow freind of seths by the name of Timon holds the masterpiece.
And hopefully with a little effort we can bring this film to your screen for you to see.
upon seeing this film you will agree that keats more than deserves a friday of his own.
party on brother

Well, Sethie I will sign yours if you sign mine. Why not have a boring person Amber Friday too, Huh?

Seth deserves one anyways....he's gonna be a new daddy!!!

Freak!!!!!!!! Freak!!!!!!!!!! Freak!!!!!!!
thats all I can say. thats all there is to say. Yes mike is a freak. dont ya love em.

Ah, yes... the Timon/Kenny/Seth video. I took part in hilarity so unmatched it has indeed become legendaey, and turned itself into a mythical unicorn of sorts, as nobody seems to know where it is, yet everyone in Florida seems to know of it. Yes, I was a dislexic Lebanese terrorist holding a frightened man hostage. My counterpart, the late Kenny, used his silver tongued prowess to tell the world of our plight, and let them know we demanded one billion dollars in ransom for this man (Who somehow escaped as we terrorists did our victory dance in front of the camera (this was pre-9/11 mind you)). Then the tape flawlessly flowed into instant comic genious of yet another Hans and Frans and their glorious 140lb side-kick (me) and how they made the wekling (me) into a grand mass of muscle. The show flows through various bits of side splitting laughter until at the very end there is a blissful comedic few moments of footboarding on the streets of Nashville, ended by Kenny and I taping from across 4th Avenue as Timon hid in a pile of garbage bags (filled with leaves, we think) and jumped out at passersby acting like he was a drunk homeless person. The tape ends ever so lightly, with Timon flashing "White-Boy Gang Signs" (as he called them) and my dear late friend Kenny Bling-Blinging to the camera as he kindly signs off with a laughing "peace out"... Days forever gone can never be relived, only dreamt of in those tender moments that you mourn for those long since lost....

I think I should have a Friday even though I've had one already. I can prove it using mathematics that are so advanced and abstract even the likes of Jeremy cannot appreciate it and it can only be conveyed using this incredible equation, most of which is invisible to the human eye and only able to be seen by mice and certain breeds of praying mantis on methamphetamine hydrochloride, psylocibin or obscure homemade transdermals, usually MDMA or Muscimole, with DDMS or over-the-counter-available DMSO as the transdermal carrier:

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HCR=((10eR)*P�BN)/(W*2�H)
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As you can see, even the solution is invisible to humans but I assure you it adds up to me getting a Friday.

Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.