Multimedia:
This section will be for some multimedia that doesn't really fit any place else. By multimedia, I mean that throughout college (and after), I have some audio and video that either is interesting or funny, and I have tons of space to kill here, so why not put it on the website. :)
Joe Z's Ludicrous Voicemails:
Everyone's got a crazy friend, some have friend's more crazy then the next guy. Joe Z. sort of fits into that category. I'm not going to go into detail here on much, but he's just one of those people that have an insane story for almost anything. Anyway, he loves leaving voicemails. They're funny, so I decided one time to start saving them, and here are a few of them:
Calling me to tell me I'm a piece of shit (50 KB)
A drunk message I believe, telling me im a homo (200 KB)
Joe's keyboard is stuck in his ass (800 KB)
Pissed that I didn't answer (235 KB)
Him accusing me of getting him sick (620 KB)
Telling me I work too much & need to party
"Jack Calls Sharon":
Here's the scenario behind these files. A woman I work with, Sharon, received a call from a guy named Jack. It's "Jack Tors", a Jerky Boys character. However, Jack didn't really car. A computer did. Let me explain...
Go to Ebaumsworld's Soundboards and click on the link for The Jerky Boys and then select Jack Tors. I used this soundboard with my computer, called Sharon on speaker phone, and well, just take a listen for yourself. :) (PS - Sorry for some of the background noises---you can hear some AIM/AOL sounds and if you listen closely, you can hear me clicking the mouse on the appropriate sounds. ;)
Also, at one point she asks "Is this Jeff" and references "my toe". I had taken a PTO day to get an ingrown toe nail looked at (lovely, I know but it's all ok now). Anyway, when I got to work the next day, she wasn't convinced it was me calling her. :)
Jack Calls Sharon - Part 1 (3 mb)
Jack Calls Sharon - Part 2 (3 mb)
Jeff's Drunk VM's:
The story: Sometime during 2000, when Bryan still lived in Newark, I went to visit him. We met
up with Dank, and to make along story short we went out like rockstars thats night. I believe we started
off at Iron Hill Brewery, walking across the street to Kate's as our 2nd stop. We had to leave Kates,
well ok, we got thrown out. That was because of me, as I had the urge to vomit, so I walked outside
of Kate's and threw up in the alley. Not thinking that this was a big deal (hey, I puked outside not inside), I walked
back inside to Kates. My memory is foggy here at best, but apparently, the bouncers didnt like the
fact that I got back inside, and started to escort me out of the bar by my neck. Bryan sees this,
and runs up to the bouncer, asking him "why are you throwing my friend out, he didnt do anything!", and then
the bouncer grabbed him by his neck and threw him out too. So, we walked down to the Deer
Park. I remember jack shit here. I vaguely remembering going into the DP, and then that's
all she wrote. In my best guess, we enetered the DP at about 12:15AM. The next time I know
what's happening, it's roughly 5:30AM and I awake in the bushes on North College Ave., at which point I
called my friend on his cell (twice) and got his voicemail (twice). :) Click below to hear those
messages.
Jeff's Drunk Message #1 (Real Audio) [542KB, 1m 29sec]
text:
yo...uuhhh, dude...I think it's like...it's like early as
shit...yo, figure out the message header on this
because I cant even figure out the time right now. i just
fucking woke up...you know what the funniest part about that
shit is...like thats not even funny but the funny part is that..
i just woke up in a field of grass. and its like, i mean i think its
early like 6, or I think it's earlier than that...dude i just woke up...i just woke
up in a fucking..in a field...i woke up and like school buildings were around me and shit.
[laughing]...i fucking must have passed out ...after the bar because there is
nothing around me right now. im walking back now...gonna take like two
hours to walk home...its pretty fucking funny...its so dark people
have their lights on right now...i think its morning, it better not be
fucking saturday night. but it...oh boy. i really did it good this time. ahh
allright. i gotta concentrate...i gotta get all my strength to walk...im really
surprised i have all my wits about me...including my wallet and my phone...i cant even believe i have
my phone on me...i dropped that shit, i just spent twenty minutes looking for
my phone i fucking found it, it was great. im ecstatic. i got my beeper, i got my
altoids, i got my wallet...all be it i spent a hundred something dollars last night.
alright i gotta go. oh boy. alright, see ya later.
Jeff's Drunk Message #2 (Real Audio) [486KB, 1m 19sec]
text:[unintelligble]...hey Frank...I just figured out the time....it's quarter to 6. [laughing]. It's fucking early. I must have called Lando at his house...I don't think so. I hope I didn't call Lando at his house. But uh...I think I'm ready to throw up again, I'm going to see what happens. And uhh, ooooo that was almost a shit, that was gas, excuse me. [laughing] I thought that was a shit. But uhh., I'm really fucked up still and its not good. Its about twenty to six on Saturday. ahhhhh boy, alright, uhh...I don't think you guys...I was gonna say like uhhh, and Lando just called me, and i was like, i don't think you guys are still hanging out...but uh,, if you guys are still hanging oiut thats very impressive. its most impressive. but uh, shit is just starting to open up here...im gotta try and get a little bit of sleep. I don't know i just fucking passed out for god knows how long on ..the fucking lawn. [laaughing] It's been a while, I guess. I gotta figure out...I gotta get my bearings straight. Uh I dont know, I gotta figure out what the fuck is going on here. Later.
Benoit's Trademark Phrase:
Throughout his time in Delaware, Benoit graced us with a multi-cultural phrase used to express several
emotions; shock, suprise, and anger. I asked him to say this phrase, as his French accent
complimented this phrase beautifully. Listen to his catch-phrase, below. :)
Oh Shit!