my thighs are a-achin'...
i plunged into the depths of Corona for my very first paintball experience. it was dusty, hot, dusty(did i already day that?), and by and large there was FAR TOO MUCH NRA/religious-right vibe going on for an anarchist such as my self to tolerate, but in spite of myself i had a REALLY good fucking time. i guess it's a no-brainer, strategy and fake-killing, how could i go wrong? i ended up with four kills for the day and extremely minor bruising from being capped. i highly suggest it to anyone, at least once. as i said, i was POSITIVE that i had volunteered myself for a day of hell and loathing, but had a blast instead.
the problem arose after...
i also had band practice. after a quick smoky-smoke and a few beers i wasn't feeling the pain yet, but as soon as i sat behind the drum set and pounded out a few songs, el musculature screamed "WHY DO YOU HATE US? WHY DO YOU TORTURE US SO!!!!!!?" by night's end i passed the fuck out and woke up on the couch around 8AM sunday. apparently my sweet one and my sister tried a number of times to wake me to no avail. on sunday i slept until 3PM. so shut up muscles, be glad i feed you fuckers something other than guinness and nicotine!
the problem arose after...
i also had band practice. after a quick smoky-smoke and a few beers i wasn't feeling the pain yet, but as soon as i sat behind the drum set and pounded out a few songs, el musculature screamed "WHY DO YOU HATE US? WHY DO YOU TORTURE US SO!!!!!!?" by night's end i passed the fuck out and woke up on the couch around 8AM sunday. apparently my sweet one and my sister tried a number of times to wake me to no avail. on sunday i slept until 3PM. so shut up muscles, be glad i feed you fuckers something other than guinness and nicotine!