You Say Potato, I Say Golf Ball
[ rakaur on Thu Oct 07 at 10:23 PM // category: life ]
Well since this is the first time I’ve been home all day for any decent amount of time, I’ll write a blog entry.
After school there was a yearbook meeting until five. This basically consisted of me eating pizza, confirming that all the page layouts done on the computer were in fact no longer there, and cropping pictures. Other people actually did important stuff, so I’m told.
Then, I went out to eat.
Then, I went home for twenty minutes.
Then, I picked up Tim and went to yet another volleyball game to see the girl I’ll never talk to because I have no testicles. We lost very badly. Very, very badly.
So having lost so badly that it only took until eight o’clock, we decided to drive out to the asscrack of Hartford and shoot a potato gun. Unfortunately, Matt shoved a 1.8” golf ball into a 1.5” tube. So we spent an hour trying to pry, heat, pull, screw, and yank the ball out. Yes, here we are, in the middle of no where, at night, swinging around a long plastic pipe and heating up the bottom of it with lighters.
We eventually gave up, and headed back to Hartford. Matt decided to be a cock and left his brights on behind me the entire way. Then he passed me. Then I passed him. Then we drove back around through his street and yelled “MMMMMMMMMMMMMBBBBBAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRR” for no readily apparent reason.
Then we went home.
-- rakaur // 2004.10.07 @ 10:23 PM
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