"Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall!"

Tristan Agacki a.k.a. the Sherminator Terminator. A legend of his own. A beautifully stone cold picture says more than a thousand words. This guy pulled shenanagans beyond belief, especially in Miss Sherman's advanced comp class back in the day.

Shout outs aside, the title goes much deeper than a run in with one of the most interesting men to ever graduate from Whitefish Bay High School. As many of you may or may not know, Wednesday May 26th marked the end of an era. Ronald Mcdonald Reagan once demanded change in Mr. Gorbachev's ways, and I recently found my self in the same position that the Soviet ring leader was once in. Some may have called it dirt on my face while others gave the stache much praise. Regardless of the steezfactor, I decided to be Raegan as well as Gorbachev in one sitting, and convince the alter ego in the mirror that the mustachio had lived long enough.



Embrace change, make life interesting, and FLOW.


Speaking of flow, the stache may be gone, but when the general population asks whether or not this decision influences a cutting of the flow, there remains one simple answer.

i.e.
Friend: "You won't be cutting your Brosa Flowsa Parks hair anytime soon StallB, right?"

Me: "Is the sky blue?"


A distinguished man from the land of Annapolis, MD once said, "Chillin' Flowin' Laxin'"
A quote that will not only continue to inspire this blog, but also help carry on the traditions of true east coast chillin. Patrick "Flow" Hansen will outlax any bro on any given day. Fact.




-StallB Out.


P.S. After reading this blog posted, I must add that I appologiae for the over use of bro and will promise to keep the brosomeness to a minimum in future blog endeavors.






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The Skin Bin

So....my last post may have been a little pre-mature. Not only did I later realize that I only knew the previous skinny armers for about 48 hours, but I also noticed that making the blog cut for something I'm hatin' on isn't always flattering....sorry ladies.

In light of the situation, I decided to have an honorary skinny arm pic of the week.
I believe the caption on facebook reads..."skinny arm!! this better make the blog."




Your wish is my command...

-Stallbabyface



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Skinny Arm Pose of the Week

Sorry....sort of forgot about this little shindig I had with the skinny arm.

That being said, I'll make up for it with another double header.
BOOMin!

I may have only met these two fine ladies for a weekend of shenanagans up at St. Thomas, yet, a friend of my boy Patrick O Noonan is a friend of mine. I have no shame in saying that Mr. Noonan and I have a solid summer bromance on the horizon. Get ready to toss barrels baby!



-Stallsteezy




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You sure we're not at Hogwarts?

This past Saturday, at approximately 11:28am, a lonely tear rolled down my face. No, it wasn't that I was weirded out that I felt like I was in the dining hall of Hogwarts, or was I sad that my brother was graduating from college, I was sad rather that I finally realized this event marked the end of an era.

These emotions came from a place deep within, a place that I have never known before. A little place called "now you don't have your brother to basically pave a path for you and finally have to man up, grow a pair, and start making decisions on your own." Let's face it, I have literally been handed my life on a silver platter. Not only did we both work for my dad as youngsters, but I followed his foot steps with a life guarding job at River Tennis Club, played the same three sports all through out high school, listened to his advice on going to UW-Madison, the #1 most awesomest school on earth, and decided to get ripped while tossing kegs around for the past three summers at Miller Brands/Beer Capital.

I guess it's time to figure out what its like to make a tough decision in life. Hopefully I know what I'm doing. Either that or I'll have to follow his lead once again and head out to Albany, NY to work for Milwaukee Tool in two years.


Bout to find out how to make it on my own. Thanks brah, I'll miss ya.


-StallB




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The phrase "words can't express how I feel right now" is about to get served, watch me

On May 13th, 2010, at approximately 9:38am, the joyous sound of the song Feel Good, by Chip the Ripper, echoed through out my apartment as I sat back in my desk in pure ecstasy. An epic battle commenced seven days prior, one of grit, endurance, and multiple all-nighter awesomenesses. As my boy Graf would say, "Boys, it's time to put it to the grindstone. We're not into winning games, we're into winning championships." And I did just that...

At the end of the 3rd quarter, I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and held 4 fingers high in the air. As another wild semester came to a close, the first couple quarters of the game culminated with less than 100% effort from the home team. However, the past is the past, and the 4th quarter is where you man up and find out how much fight the dog really has.

StallB: 5...Exams:0...straight up domination.


Also,

I eventually came to realize that Helen C. White was a little less complicated than I thought. In fact, she is so un-complicated that it's straight up confusing. I finished my 4th of 5 exams last night and immediately came to Miss White thinking I could get one final shot at capturing her heart. As I sat in a cubicle of the 3rd floor quiet room (the one where you go if you're greek and want to be recognized), I peered over the edge and finally figured it out. Helen's easy, it's as simple as that. With my dignity and pride in hand, I seceded to the thousands of other males, not to mention females, who have been after the same pursuit as I. I'm not sure if anyone's had any luck, but the odds were stacked against me, and no one plays me like that.

Next year I plan on playing a full game, not just the 4th quarter. I may have been able to get by with that 4th quarter attitude in High School, but when you're called up to the big leagues, you better step it up. Trust me, I learned it the hard way. Luckily time is on my side.


It's summer. Brewskis and beautiful babes here I come,

-StallB



(I would have posted Chip the Rip's song Feel Good, however, I promised my mother there would be no profanities on the blog. I'm a man of my word.)

Three sad reasons why the blog has no flow right now...

1. Helen C. White is a complicated lady and my longing for a relationship has forced me to spend countless hours with her in the past week. Not only have I brought food to her, but I even tried dressing up one day to impress the lovely Miss White. Hopefully my persistence will pay off. This infatuation has inevitably lead to reason #2...

2. My sleep average has lowered to 3hrs/night...and...

3. On the interesting scale, exams have made my life negatively interesting lately. Don't worry, my summer shenanagans will bring much anticipated tales and epic adventures. This will undoubtedly be due to the fact that my mustachio and flow will once again be re-united with a blue collar work uniform at Beer Capital. And yes, I do have my commercial drivers license and will be creepily winking at every attractive lady through out the streets of Milwaukee all summer long.



Every time someone tells me to shave the stache, it only makes me want to keep it that much more,

-Stallstachio



p.s. I did take a selfy for this post. I am not proud of it, however, I believe it reinstates the uninterestingness of my life right now.



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Anyone else tired yet?

I am sitting in the library right now, with my first exam within the next hour.

I find it sad that I am exhausted and ready to fall asleep BEFORE any of my exams have even taken place.

I have a proposal. Either we spread exam week out into two weeks and give us a few days in between each exam (just like the law school does), or we finish classes a week earlier and are given a week to rest and study (with a side of partying) before finals week. Yes it may be difficult to accomplish, but I mean come on. If this university can figure out a way to fund a near 200 million dollar University Square, they definitely have the resources and power to extend exam week and prevent further immune system wreckage.




My body hates me right now, but UW-Madison, Hans Christian Andersen, and exams that are earlier than any class I have ever taken, could care less,

-StallB

An Ode to My Mother

(The mothers of the Young Family...Momo is the beautiful one in the orange dress. Not pictured: Sarah and Jamie)



Momo,

Today's the day of Mothers praise.

Three boys you have so wonderfully raised.

One of fourteen, you are a gem.

My looks and steez from you they stem.

You've brought me up with so much care.

There is no mother that can compare.

To you we raise our glasses three.

I love you mom, peace out, -StallB




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Call Me Batman

This afternoon I fulfilled one of my life goals; get bit by a bat, spread my wings, and fly away. Well that may be a stretch, but I did come in close contact with Francis, the Brown Bat who has been terrorizing G Phi B like it were his job for the past week or so.

The ever so courageous Maarja and I took it upon ourselves to end this horror story once and for all. Armed with a broom and a 5 gallon bucket, we approached the lil' guy in his sleep. The 3rd floor maintenance closet was his final resting place before we captured him. We may or may have not broken one of his wings in the process, but don't worry, Lisa Burton and her motherly insticts kicked into gear as she immediately called the bat lady. No, I'm not talking about a fictional cartoon character, I'm talking about the lady who pulled up in a mini van with the license plate "savbats" on the front grill. She came and gently scooped Francis up, gave us a five minute bat lesson, and courageously took off to her bat cave to repair his broken wing.

We don't know Francis' current state, but we can only hope for the best. You'll be in our prayers little man (don't worry, the bat lady did confirm it was a boy).


I wish I could rock the license plate "savbats,"

-William Macpherson Stallé

SKINNY ARM POSE OF THE WEEK

I know most of you have been religiously checking this blog for one reason, and one reason only...the much anticipated skinny arm pose of the week, duh.

Well sit back, relax, and enjoy the show, because this my friends, is a double feature...


BOOM!


2-for-1, life couldn't get any better....

-StallB

The Legend of David McGoots

This post is strictly a shout out to the most brootzle mcgootzle person I have ever met. This guy is probably one of the best NHL 2010 players I have ever met. If he were to be compared to a player in the NHL, it would most definitely be Patrick Kane. This comparison is of course due to McGoots' sick flow and straight awesomeness.

I have a fathead in my apt. of McGoots, and gaze at the beautiful site everyday.

No Homo,

-StallB

Purple Parrots Vs. Doug Funny

Top Ten TV Shows of our Era

Here they are....the order is yet to be determined

?. Legends of the Hidden Temple
?. Doug
?. Recess
?. Rocket Power
?. The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air
?. Are you Afraid of the Dark?
?. Rugrats
?. Home Improvement
?. Full House
?. Saved by the Bell

Honorable Mention:

1. Slimetime Live (Yes, it's true. Harrison Murphy was on this show)
2. Guts
3. Rocko's Modern Life


Leave comments of what you think: show order, shows I missed, thoughts, etc...


Ya I used to close my eyes during Are you Afraid of the Dark,

-StallB

Brewskis and a Beautiful Babes...Natures Remedy

This dude is my idol...

"Dude gettin' mad Cam...haha"

This is absurd, ha I believe at one point O'Reilly tells Dash "This isn't the Dash Factor"...just take a look



I know most probably could care less what I think about this, but let's be honest, the only defense that Dash and Cam have is that they made it out of the hood and are CEO's of their own company and what not. That's true, but at no point in any of Camron's songs does it say, "hey I'm a CEO and own my own business, so you guys should just rap about money and bias and maybe you can own your own business someday too". Pretty sure that rationalization is nowhere in his music.

Camron is probably the WORST rep for rap music. They should have interviewed someone like Lupe Fiasco, a respectable artist. Or even Diddy, a true business man who actually knows what he is doing and could have an intelligent conversation with someone.



StallB Out

Moustache Bogustache

For some reason, Schick felt my stache was worthy of a sponsor. I guess I'm a rep for the new Schick Hydro Razor and get a bunch of free samples and stuff. Hit up the following link so I get points and more free stuff to give away.





Ya my creep factor is exponentially increasing every day the mustachio remains,

-StallB

Howl at Me

It's on. I never thought a tattoo would ever make an appearance on my body, but that's bout to change real fast. I've reached a point in life where I have met a lot of role models and people that have had an influence (positive and unfortunately negative) on my thoughts, actions, and beliefs.

Wiz Khalifa says it best, "Ink my whole body, I don't give a mother fun"

That being said I have decided that the perfect remedy would be to get a tattoo of a wolf howling at my nipple.

Let's take a vote...




Howl at me later,

-StallB