Hmmm... This is as good a place as any to write down stupid shit.
For some reason I can't stop thinking about the time back in high school when an arrow came out of nowhere. I was sitting in my buddy's living room watching TV, and his little sister was sitting indian style just outside the sliding glass door, holding a rabbit. I remember they used to have these huge weird shaggy rabbits that they'd raise for wool. (Or what ever the hell you call rabbit hair) His sister yelped, as an aluminum arrow landed with a thump about a foot away from her. It lodged about a half a foot down into the grass, and it's like it was dropped from directly overhead, and it stood straight up. We were so confused about it, I mean, who the hell shoots an arrow into the air in the middle of Orange County? Why? What the hell? Did the fucker look at the paper or the news the next day hoping to hear about some little kid getting shot with a goddamned arrow? Why the hell am I thinking about this 16 years later? Oh well....
For some reason I can't stop thinking about the time back in high school when an arrow came out of nowhere. I was sitting in my buddy's living room watching TV, and his little sister was sitting indian style just outside the sliding glass door, holding a rabbit. I remember they used to have these huge weird shaggy rabbits that they'd raise for wool. (Or what ever the hell you call rabbit hair) His sister yelped, as an aluminum arrow landed with a thump about a foot away from her. It lodged about a half a foot down into the grass, and it's like it was dropped from directly overhead, and it stood straight up. We were so confused about it, I mean, who the hell shoots an arrow into the air in the middle of Orange County? Why? What the hell? Did the fucker look at the paper or the news the next day hoping to hear about some little kid getting shot with a goddamned arrow? Why the hell am I thinking about this 16 years later? Oh well....