Ran Away...
Me and about 20 others decided to run away this weekend to Tifton. Yeah, bad idea to go there, but the cow tipping was great! [Not really, Joe and I decided it was not worth stepping in cow pies.] But yeah, Shazia and I OWNED at Astronomy and got #1! Then in the Robot Ramble, my badass robotics skills got us thrid place with one of the worst robots in the building. :D But yeah that was an extremely fun trip. Marshal and I wrote a song called "Offroad racing [In a Tercel]" Just wait till you hear it, it is friggin hilariouse. I heard so many funny jokes this weekend, I think that I am now immune to jokes. And if I see another monkey I am gonna puke! After the trip, [and after we got 1st overall!] Joe, Becca, and I, met Isadora at Krispe Kreme. That cow got an entire box of a half of a dozen donuts for herself. Then claimed it was for her dad. So I called he rhouse, and asked him, and he seemed really confused. I mean come on, do people not call him often wondering if Isadora is bringing donuts home? [Btw Isadora, I won the argument.] Thus, Isadora's stomach is named, "Dad." Because footballs my friends, do NOT have feathers! And then I had a wonderful time with my beautiful girfriend Brittany. Yeah, today was indeed a grand day.
---And that bastard was naked!---
---And that bastard was naked!---