Hoist up the John B sail!
This morning was inventory at work. Very boring.
I've gone out a lot in the last few days. I'l summarize, because I'm sure you're all sitting on the edges of your seats to know what I did.
Yesterday was paintball with Jacob Kauffman and Co. I enjoyed it, even if I didn't do very well. The only time I got shot was a round that required us get shot four times. I was way too cautious, but I expected the hits to be much harder than they were. I only have one battle scar, but this was the least battered up I've come out after hanging out with that group in a while. Well, as my Papa would say, something should be said for coming out of a battle alive.
It was my first time I'd ever handled a gun, besides that one night at Blue Hole. Which, strangely, was also the last time I drank, which brings me to my next point.
I ended my three-month sobriety stunt on Saturday night, and I hope that Tara Wallace has seen, and cleaned, the side of her house since then. Because it would be disgusting if she hadn't. That flooze has no idea how to rake her leaves, and to be frank, I'm sick of it.
Travis went to Birmingham. I hope he doesn't think he can go to church without getting blown to pieces. Then he would be wrong. Not that he goes to church that much, I just try to make jokes when I can. Or maybe he does, I don't know.
Besides that, I've just been going to Waffle House and playing The Beach Boys on the jukebox a lot.
I've gone out a lot in the last few days. I'l summarize, because I'm sure you're all sitting on the edges of your seats to know what I did.
Yesterday was paintball with Jacob Kauffman and Co. I enjoyed it, even if I didn't do very well. The only time I got shot was a round that required us get shot four times. I was way too cautious, but I expected the hits to be much harder than they were. I only have one battle scar, but this was the least battered up I've come out after hanging out with that group in a while. Well, as my Papa would say, something should be said for coming out of a battle alive.
It was my first time I'd ever handled a gun, besides that one night at Blue Hole. Which, strangely, was also the last time I drank, which brings me to my next point.
I ended my three-month sobriety stunt on Saturday night, and I hope that Tara Wallace has seen, and cleaned, the side of her house since then. Because it would be disgusting if she hadn't. That flooze has no idea how to rake her leaves, and to be frank, I'm sick of it.
Travis went to Birmingham. I hope he doesn't think he can go to church without getting blown to pieces. Then he would be wrong. Not that he goes to church that much, I just try to make jokes when I can. Or maybe he does, I don't know.
Besides that, I've just been going to Waffle House and playing The Beach Boys on the jukebox a lot.