Hey sniffers of buttcorn, remember me? No? I typed toddmorrison.com into the address bar to remind me of how pathetic I am and it did a search instead, and the description displayed inspired me to post:

In my next post, hopefully this month in a few years, I will post and discuss everything that has gone on since March 2008. But for now, I want to show you a website I made for web design class in my last semester of college.

Quick breakdown: The teacher has a Doctorate in Library Sciences (never officially saw the degree but I was told by some reliable individuals) and sucks. Her professional background was Cobol programming early in her career and then teaching. I could go on and on but this professor became my majors core teacher (Networking, Advanced Visual Basic, Web Design, Management Information Systems, etc.) and really knew nothing. The students pretty much taught themselves or failed her all essay tests in every class she taught.

This specific website assignment I am about to show was to be a website about something specific for a target audience. I did it about myself and my audience was college males in my class (No females in class besides teacher). The teacher and myself didn't get along very well because she knew she sucked and I let her and the department chair know how I felt about the crappy education I was receving in the classes I cared about. I made this website to spark controversy:

Click here to view the website I made - Read through it and look at the pictures on the About Me page.

After a month when the teacher finally got around to grading them she called me outside one day to tell me she isn't accepting my site and to make a new one. I am leaving out a lot of details of what went down.

Click here to view the new version of the website

After doing that the department chair had me come to their office to discuss it. They thought it was hilarious but informed me that I could get sued for harassment.

I got an A in every class this teacher taught.

I know this post sucked, they all have for a while. I hope I haven't lost my art of posting buttcornerific greatness. There's thousands of pictures to go through for the big one coming up. Stay tuned - or just come back in a year and you might see an update only if your breath smells like ass.

I still plan on updating this site don't you worry - just been really busy with life and all that good stuff. Yearbook Yourself is pretty sweet, about as equally sweet as a buttcorn on rye with a ceasar side salad and a website no one probably reads anymore.

I know, your saying out loud right now, "Holy shit, not only is buttcorn the tastiest thing ever but T-Mo's slut-ass posted again and it didn't take him 6 months this time!" That's right, but don't get too excited - it will make you bleed.

Holy shit eating crapface that is buttcornalicious.

Made my fourth appearance to Charleston, WV for the Division II WVIAC basketball tournament. The girls lost before I even got there and the men got beat in their 2nd game.

One thing that upset us was the fact that they didn't sell beer at the civic center due to WVIAC voting against it or something incredibly un-righteous, dude. We derived a simple solution to the problem at hand: buy a soda/pop/buttcorn, drink it, and make sure you sneak in enough drinks for you and friends. Optionally, you can bring a trash bag, if you got love for the janitorial staff.

We attempted another beeramid. It was very promising and I'd say we went through 10 cases of Nastty Light but people were in and out and didn't always bring their cans back. My man Reid contributed a lot when he wasn't passed out.

Well, here we are again. This is the longest I have gone without posting since the creation of this .com in 2000. Miss me, little slutbags? I miss having something to say and time to put it on here. While I was looking for pictures to post I laughed when I found one of me wearing shorts, pissing outside - haven't done that in months.

The picture to the left pretty much sums of what I have been up to - started my second to last semester of college, got an internship at the global operations center for a law firm making $10 an hour while earning 3 credits for school, and still working at Riesbeck's bagging up those groceries on Sundays. Speaking of school, here's my Fall 2007 grades. 3.33, baby!

I have some really bad news: Buttcorn has been discontinued due to it causing Pin Worms. In the small print on the back of the can there was a disclaimer talking about possible side-effects, so no one involved in manufacturing the marvelous product can be held liable. Regretfully, I got a severe case of it and had to find treatment. The doctors just laughed at me when I told them my itchy anus and diarrhea were caused by buttcorn pinwormization - so I was forced to find alternate pinworm removing options. It was thick and tasty, kinda like buttcorn. I sure did lick that badboy clean.

I always have the problem of not wanting to type and you never read so here's my usual solution: my pretty sweet cubicle at my internship, basement computing, B's new friend, B's snot and/or puke due to buttcorn overdosage, B and I after we blew some place up?, the coolest Christmas tree in town, Dominos is looking for dome - apply within, my fast downloading, ghetto stand SNES playage, black McGraw, I guess I was wasted, Laura's wonderland, some good pizza, meatspin world record holder, passed out neck pain, homecoming, retard in the back, first anniversary, mike chugging with added celebration, piss-writing, sharkey hurt my gator...

It has been over three months since my last post - a new personal record of sucking pretty bad. Where have I been? Here and there, working a lot, enjoying my girlfriend, and sitting next to my laptop with no desk to put it on with a mouse. Doing anything, besides downloading, with no desk or mouse makes it hard to type and manipulate pictures. The 110 inch screen and high definition projector(it blew a few weeks ago - $409 to fix AKA not happening) are also a good reason for my unexistance. Being 21 is a little convenient, too. I suck - sorry, so get over it with an ice cold buttcorn refreshment, sluts.

Went to Cedar Point for the first time a few weeks ago. Definitely a sweet roller coaster experience with some pretty sick rides. I went with Courtney, Matt and Becky. None of us being rich, I found the cheapest priced motel close to the park where we would spend two glorious nights. The Mecca Motel Resort & Dream Land. Fully equipped with an air conditioning, bathroom mirrors with possible hidden wonders, bed sheets with no elastic-band-thingy that holds the sheet to the mattress, continental breakfast, ultra-secure door locks with numerous dead bolts and chains, the greatest miniature golf that we never got to play, a swimming pool with excessive crud in it that we didn't pay extra for because we are rebels when we chug buttcorn too fast, small person friendly shower, an awesome view of the course, it said free HBO but all I could find was fuzzy Regis and Kelly. We learned that you get what you pay for except when it comes to buttcorn. Good thing we came prepaired and had a bible to protect us. I made a little brochure for the Mecca Motel but forgot to mention the train tracks 100 yards away where trains enjoy passing and tooting every 10-15 minutes.

It is actually June 6th, six days late on my monthly posting. It says May 31st and it is going to forever say May 31st because it can - because I wrote it and this website is named after me (although it will soon be buttcorn.com - I was just kidding, but I actually just checked into it and it is available... so I just bought it. It's for sale now for a million if anyone is interested call me - but not you I like Pussy Boy who called my cell but I forgot to save the voicemail). So I am a pretty huge liar. I feel bad. I'm sorry. I told you this because I care... and I want you to continue to love me and buy my buttcorn.

Since we last chatted... or actually, since I last typed and you didn't read and just clicked random picture links I attended two Pittsburgh Pirates Games. Both games the Bucs won and had a scheduled fireworks display after the game. First game I went with these guys, ate some enjoyable wings with my boy, saw McNeil and Meagan, and chilled in McNeils seats. Here's a couple shots of the field from the first game. Here are eight pictures of the fireworks from PNC Park, yeah that is right I am showing you eight pictures of PNC Park fireworks night. PNC Park Fireworks display baseball pirates. Yeah, I did that for search engine purposes I think. Oh yeah, Crosby sucked me but I was the only one able to take the pic and it didn't work out very well.

My buddy was giving me a ride home from West Liberty on the Friday that started our spring break. He briefly mentioned Miami, Florida. I briefly thought about it. We decided to go. Saturday night we stayed in Morgantown, WV, and on Sunday night we were in Gainesville, FL staying with our buddy Steve from high school. His apartment complex was so beautiful! Here he is exposing genitals to an unsuspecting friend. On Monday we left for Miami, which was like 6 hours of driving in the sunshine state. We arrived at Lyndi's in Little Haiti sometime that night. She lived in the back end of a house and it is just about the size of this picture. The bed, one guy on the beer spilled floor(due to us), our luggage, and the cute kitty cat were all that would fit so Lyndi spent a lot of her time in the luxurious frog pond passing football to herself while making funny faces. Not only had I never been to Miami before but I have also never take a shit with a cat - I bet he knew I had some buttcorn. Interesting bathroom tiles, too. Lunch was delicious with broccoli and Blue Moon in her back yard.

I don't remember specific dates of each happening so shut up and just click the links without reading like you always do, looking for buttcorn sluts.

We went to a pretty cool bar in Little Haiti owned by a very nice Cuban man. Jay got hammered and tried to rob this one dude but they just danced instead.

Bert Esparza has the answer to college!

Man, I wasted three years of my life going to a real college. If only I got this email my senior year of high school... A work/life experience degree in just two weeks with NO STUDYING!!! I'd be making millions right now instead of drinking buttcorn with my girlfriend and telling you about it! Hey princess, I bought you a case of buttcorn for the weekend. *Online Kiss*

I'm too scared to call that number, they might trick me into something I'd regret, like chugging buttcorn, dude. Or I am just lazy and one of you should call, record it, and send it to me. Or you can just read this and shut up and read this, too, while I call you a stupid slutface. You're still reading and I am still watching Chris stick his finger into your butt looking for some cornage. You have a prettybutt, though. Grade A+ RBC that is.

You probably think I am lying or believe me completely... but I have nothing better to talk about besides buttcorn.

I try a lot to talk about other things like where I am sending my FAFSA but I just delete them and put up new Recycled buttcorn ads. Oh that is kinda cute with a hint of sexy... WHAT?! buttcorn, ButtCorn, and new BUTTCORN chewables!!!!

I'm going to Charleston, WV for the WVIAC Division II basketball tournaments tomorrow until Sunday. I will be sure to chug buttcorn and take numerous pictures of it.