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Most groups of friends have one, “maybe” two people in the group that seems to have been involved with, or done everything that anyone talks about. These people we like to refer to as a “Been there done that guy“! Stories are usually what keep friends talking and especially when alcohol is involved and good old story telling rears it’s ugly head. The average person would hear a story and either think to themselves, “Man I wish I could have been there and done that!”, or they might even think to themselves, “I’m glad I wasn’t there and did that!”

Not the “BEEN THERE DONE THAT GUY“! These unique individuals have not only heard of what ever you might be talking about, but they have at one time or another been there and at one time or another done that. I would like to welcome you to our been there done that friend, Eric Peterson.

Eric has gone from selling drugs, to living with the Aboriginee people in Australia, to selling video games for Sony Playstation, to ordering a wife online, to having kids, to getting married in his apartment with an online preacher and American Idol on in the background, to running his own business, to unknowingly working with terrorist type people, to selling penis pills, to surfing, to driving across the US in a U-haul several times and the list goes on. You name it, he’s done it. You’ve been there, so has he. It’s quite the phenomenon.

So lets raise our drinks and toast to you Mr. Been There Done That Guy, may the world discover new activities to keep you busy.

This post pays homage to our dear friend, Jason “Jub” Harter. Jub-thing, you make our hearts sing.

Who is this guy? Let me give you a little background on Jubilicious.

Jub was found frozen in a block of ice somewhere in the antarctic and later shipped out to Texas to thaw out. He was taken in, fed, educated, and integrated into the community of Mesquite where it was assumed that he’d fit right in…and fit in he did. Not all cavemen can boast a resume that includes stints as a DJ at a roller-skating rink, cocktail waiter at LaBare, and a door-to-door encyclopedia salesman. Or was that kitchen knives, Jub? I forgot, but you get the picture.

All kidding aside, Jub is a great guy who is loved by many. He makes a Hyundai Scoupe look cool, he’s hilariously funny, great athlete, and can make the meanest pterodactyl chili this side of the Pannotia. We all love to give him a hard time f, but Jub is always willing to take it in stride. (Hell, where he comes from running at full stride is nothing more than a way to track & kill your dinner anyway. You should see him in his Rocket Dog shoes, too.) He loves “Interstate Love Song” by The Stone Temple Pilots and beating women into submission. He loves the Dallas Cowboys and generic business talk. And he loves a nice, hot brontosaurus burger on a cool winter afternoon.

Thanks for being our friend, Jub, we love you.

For someone that claims there is no other human in this world that has worse luck than himself, it is interesting that one Brad Angel enjoys his nickname GLAD ANGEL.

So here’s to you GLAD ANGEL

Lets discuss “Glad Angel” a bit more and see if we can discover what makes Brad so Glad. I mean, his luck is horrible and he typically hates any and all music put into his ear holes, so why would that make Mr. Angel a Glad Angel?

I do remember once when he, Glad Angel, told Matt Stoddart that Pink Floyd was not a great band. I believe Mr. Glad Angel has since flipped his decision, but why even perceive to be Glad about Pink FLoyd, but I think the Angel from above made him Glad.

Anyone feel free to tell us your negative thoughts of Brad “GLAD” Angel. Kid names?

Gladly Angel
Glader Angel
Not Real Glad Angel
Real Glad Angel
Queer Angel

ok gotta run. Funny, do a search for “Glad Angel” on
Google
Yahoo!
MSN

and see who is climbing the charts (look for pappasblog.com)!