Friday night was manhunt night, and it was intense. T'was raining and dank, the hunting grounds awash with muck, dead leaves and all other manner of trash. After a lengthy first round, the second started off with a bang when Simmons decided he was going to try to get underneath that handicap ramp with me, scaring me out and putting the seeker on ( Read more... )

Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me ( Read more... )