Ahh, the thrill of battle. Moreso, the thrill of VICTORY. I got Alex to use the metal sword, and I still ended up victorious in 2/3 matches. Round one saw me outclass him in such a way that the match ended with him on his knees and his own blade at his throat. Ninjas mean business. The second match he got me in a position so as to easily run me through, and I'm not gonna argue that had it been for real I would have been in a world of pain. However, match number three I returned with a vengeance, dispatching him with a nasty NINJA FACE RIP! Yes, all shall kneel before the ninja face rip of DOOM.
So to celebrate our extreme danger warrior battle, we decided to head out to the super-ghetto titty bar, since it was closed last time we tried to go. Well, guess what happened this time? Cocksmokers changed their days open to Monday through Saturday! NO SUNDAY! BAH! At least one of the cute chicks was working at the diner, that made up for it. That and...TWO FULL HOURS OF SLAYERING! Slayering is truly the sport of kings; driving around until you see a fratboy out with some of his hoes, screaming "IRON MAIDEN!" at him as loud as humanly possible, and then waiting for his string of profanity to ensue just gives me a warm feeling. An Iron Maiden kind of feeling.
Wow, I sure do love my life.
So to celebrate our extreme danger warrior battle, we decided to head out to the super-ghetto titty bar, since it was closed last time we tried to go. Well, guess what happened this time? Cocksmokers changed their days open to Monday through Saturday! NO SUNDAY! BAH! At least one of the cute chicks was working at the diner, that made up for it. That and...TWO FULL HOURS OF SLAYERING! Slayering is truly the sport of kings; driving around until you see a fratboy out with some of his hoes, screaming "IRON MAIDEN!" at him as loud as humanly possible, and then waiting for his string of profanity to ensue just gives me a warm feeling. An Iron Maiden kind of feeling.
Wow, I sure do love my life.
gonna have to teach me that Face Rip O' Doom someday.
so the Skittles see.....they weren't ordinary Skittles, they were some kinda suburban mall rat flavor, Wild Berry or somethin'. believe me, they sucked.
plus my HOT girl is married.
both my HOT girls are married.
and though even my mother sometimes claims i'm evil (sad, but true), i just don't have the energy for home wrecking.
how you like working in a library?
if i could go back and actually attend classes the SHORT time i was enrolled at university, i would have taken Library Science. being an archivist at that undergreound facility outside of K.C. would be my dream job.
that or Pope.