I shot a man in his Rio, just to watch his mp3s fry!
I went to paintball today, there were a LOT of people at the tsawassen paintball field today.
This was the first time I'd used my own painball marker, it was pretty good, opened up on some seasoned players who weren't expecting a somewhat accurate barrage of 10+ balls per second delivered fresh to their faces.
The field layout and games are quite good there, too bad it's so expensive.
I attempted to mercy some guy, he ran past me, and was 3 meters away, I yelled surrender! - no response - he still doesn't see me, I yell mercy! Three! Two! One! *pick a spot* shot to the ass! (just as tavis hit him in the mask) Good times.
One of the refs at paintball had this really silly ring tone on his cell phone, there were about 60 people at paintball (huge!) everyone had a good chuckle as the ref said "yeah, that tone gets me all pumped up! YEAH!"
The daring soul that I am, I used the straight razor my dad gave me for my birthday for the first time; I tried it out on a balloon first (as recommended,) that worked pretty good, just for fun a flick of the wrist and there's shaving cream all over the bathroom! good to see it's sharp and stuff... It's quite a nice shave, I'm still getting the hang of it, takes a bit more patience then yee-olde safety razor, but I'm set for life in the razor department.
I miss my nightly snuggles with Julie, school is a poopy head! although I'm afraid I need to go for a few years of school next year *gasp*
On Saturday morning Julie and I went to a rummage sale, I got myself a new-old road bike, a nice ten speed that's in really awesome shape. Julie found all sorts of awesome fabric and a pink fun-fur jacket ($2 w00)
I spent the rest of Saturday at a funeral for my great uncle Frank, and the rest of the time trying to find an aunts house in Coquitlam, then back to Vancouver for Sushi and the sound of music, I MST3K'ed a lot during the sound of music, my brain has acquired a pretty sharp and fast cutting edge on the wit, so I get beat up a lot for bad puns :-) It had been a really long time since I've seen the sound of music. At the end Rolf really was a tiny nazi wanker, I hope some canadians dropped some bombs on his ass in their lancaster bombers or maybe shot in the face by some French or Italian rebels, that little punk!
This was the first time I'd used my own painball marker, it was pretty good, opened up on some seasoned players who weren't expecting a somewhat accurate barrage of 10+ balls per second delivered fresh to their faces.
The field layout and games are quite good there, too bad it's so expensive.
I attempted to mercy some guy, he ran past me, and was 3 meters away, I yelled surrender! - no response - he still doesn't see me, I yell mercy! Three! Two! One! *pick a spot* shot to the ass! (just as tavis hit him in the mask) Good times.
One of the refs at paintball had this really silly ring tone on his cell phone, there were about 60 people at paintball (huge!) everyone had a good chuckle as the ref said "yeah, that tone gets me all pumped up! YEAH!"
The daring soul that I am, I used the straight razor my dad gave me for my birthday for the first time; I tried it out on a balloon first (as recommended,) that worked pretty good, just for fun a flick of the wrist and there's shaving cream all over the bathroom! good to see it's sharp and stuff... It's quite a nice shave, I'm still getting the hang of it, takes a bit more patience then yee-olde safety razor, but I'm set for life in the razor department.
I miss my nightly snuggles with Julie, school is a poopy head! although I'm afraid I need to go for a few years of school next year *gasp*
On Saturday morning Julie and I went to a rummage sale, I got myself a new-old road bike, a nice ten speed that's in really awesome shape. Julie found all sorts of awesome fabric and a pink fun-fur jacket ($2 w00)
I spent the rest of Saturday at a funeral for my great uncle Frank, and the rest of the time trying to find an aunts house in Coquitlam, then back to Vancouver for Sushi and the sound of music, I MST3K'ed a lot during the sound of music, my brain has acquired a pretty sharp and fast cutting edge on the wit, so I get beat up a lot for bad puns :-) It had been a really long time since I've seen the sound of music. At the end Rolf really was a tiny nazi wanker, I hope some canadians dropped some bombs on his ass in their lancaster bombers or maybe shot in the face by some French or Italian rebels, that little punk!