Why i oughta!
You know what mother eff? i dont. But what i do know is that i like stage crew and i do not like dave's ferret, it is so mean. I have this cut on my finger on my right hand that hurts like a bitch and it wont close up, i think i got it from a lethal, mobile, wooded projectile or a splinter to you common folks, i just got carried away with a little of our stage crew talk there. haha it must be a spy for the black beavers! ha! brings back old times. when me and dave were little (cough a few years ago) we had a lot of time on our hands so when we were at my grandmother's farm for those long summer days we decided to make up a game. Our tree fort had a rope swing and it is right next to the barn and we would swing off and kick off of the barn, and there were these enormous wood bees that drilled their silly asses into the barn and did nothing but buzz around all day. We were frightened of them and decided to turn shit upside down and punk their asses!so we swung off with garbage cans and tennis rackets and tried to swat the fuckers out of the air haha. that, plus saving trees, building forts, attacking chickens, (all with my 17 year old cousin at the time) were the pursuits of our summers for god knows how long. BACK to the black beavers, we named the enormous wood bees black beavers for whatever reason and named our kingdom (fort/barn) TUKMANDOO! It was a magical land with all sorts of little rules we made up. Wow good stuff.
Josh
Josh