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Finally semi-un-anti-socialed and went up to camp at a lake and wakeboard this weekend with a group of friends. We showed up Saturday night to our redneckilicious campsite - our fire pit had been previously used by a group who had evidently decided it would be a good idea to immolate their carburetor, and while we marveled over that, we were treated to a very loud and very drunken rendition of Freebird courtesy of a campsite or two over.
I'm trying to be interesting here, but it's hard. Wakeboarding was fun but just whet our collective appetites for snowboarding (T minus two months). It also used new and exciting muscles that I didn't even know could hurt this much, which my body reminds me of every time I lumber around the building here. When we finally got home last night after spending far too much time in traffic I was too tired to even masturbate before bed.
Fin.
I'm trying to be interesting here, but it's hard. Wakeboarding was fun but just whet our collective appetites for snowboarding (T minus two months). It also used new and exciting muscles that I didn't even know could hurt this much, which my body reminds me of every time I lumber around the building here. When we finally got home last night after spending far too much time in traffic I was too tired to even masturbate before bed.
Fin.