Yep, we got out tree today. 5 1/2 feet of green goodness. My cats can't stop drinking the damn water though, and they get all hyped up. It's like giving them three shots of adrenaline in a bong-filled room.
Well, I've asked for a 360 for Christmas, that's not happening. Phone? Nope. Endless poontang? Well, I'll ask my girlfriend. Wait, I don't have one of those either. . . Damnit. Well, back to stage one. Purchase paintball products and realize this sport makes me:
1) Poor. -- I spend WAY to much on this sport
2) Lonley (in the pants) -- There are hot girls that play paintball. But, they like the paintballers with money. Not the really good ones. Damn gold diggers. Heh.
3) In pain. -- I dove over a bunker a few days ago. NOT my smartest move. I swear to God I snapped three ribs.
4) Dirty. -- I got dragged across the field a few days ago. And our field is covered with painty, oily, sawdusty, foamcementturf like stuff. YUK.
Well, at least I got the hot cashier girl. ;) Yay.
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When I was in High School, I was dieing for the N64, and Endless Poon.
Thanks for reminding me Im getting older you Pink Headband Wearing Bastid.
Hey, when I was in High School, the N64 wasn't even out and wouldn't be for many years.
For crying out loud, it was still the 80's when I started high school.
Don't talk to me about getting old. ;-)
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