Real men love Mad Max
This weekend was most excellent on the whole.
Friday night I went to improv comedy and got drunk with two beautiful women.
Saturday afternoon I ate at the world's best vegetarian Chinese restaraunt with one of them.
That evening I went to my parents' house to lounge around with my parents and the other one.
Later I went to a bachelor party for an old close friend of mine and had a great time
As a bonus, he received minor injuries from being literally beaten violently by breasts
Sunday I tailgated and grilled out at a zombie movie festival at the drive-in with most of my friends
Yesterday I went to the pool with Lisa and Erin, and got my sock garters in the mail.
I live a good life, and I recognize this fact.
However, I still have the desire to do this:
http://rockymountainnews.com/drmn/state/article/0,1299,DRMN_21_2939053,00.html
The Mad Max in me would love to build a giant dreadnaught out of a bulldozer and devastate the city, and I'm not sure that feeling is ever going to change no matter how positive the circumstances in my life become. I admit, I anxiously await the days when I can traverse the wasteland in search of guzzoline in the last of the V8 Interceptors.
I am always accepting applications for positions in my post apocolyptic syndicate. Welding skills, child bearing capacities, and strap-on mowhawks are always a plus.
Friday night I went to improv comedy and got drunk with two beautiful women.
Saturday afternoon I ate at the world's best vegetarian Chinese restaraunt with one of them.
That evening I went to my parents' house to lounge around with my parents and the other one.
Later I went to a bachelor party for an old close friend of mine and had a great time
As a bonus, he received minor injuries from being literally beaten violently by breasts
Sunday I tailgated and grilled out at a zombie movie festival at the drive-in with most of my friends
Yesterday I went to the pool with Lisa and Erin, and got my sock garters in the mail.
I live a good life, and I recognize this fact.
However, I still have the desire to do this:
http://rockymountainnews.com/drmn/state/article/0,1299,DRMN_21_2939053,00.html
The Mad Max in me would love to build a giant dreadnaught out of a bulldozer and devastate the city, and I'm not sure that feeling is ever going to change no matter how positive the circumstances in my life become. I admit, I anxiously await the days when I can traverse the wasteland in search of guzzoline in the last of the V8 Interceptors.
I am always accepting applications for positions in my post apocolyptic syndicate. Welding skills, child bearing capacities, and strap-on mowhawks are always a plus.