*Tackles Nat* Greetings to the vapid world of Blog. Where weather discussion, demon hunting freaks, and soul-sucking espresso machines are par for the course.
Mark, aka Marc, aka, That guy, flee this corporation of nit wits! I stay only to find someway of corruptng it from the inside. I'm secure in my own soullesness, and true bizarre nature that I can overcome their drudgery. Seek solace in the arms of loose women my friend, and finish Steve's computer so I can stop hearing him complain about not having it.
Er... in recent news, we had the big minor Burn, also known as Playa Del Fuego. Where hippies, freaks, bikers, pagans and voyeurs mingle for four days intent on burning works of art. Oh, and on drinking as much alcohol as possible. All in tents. Thought of you Nat while doing so. Camping in any shape or form makes me wish you were there to whip out some odd, yet convenient device that makes things more comfortable or manageable. And your fine company. Not that I didn't invite ALL of you to try and come out there. *Sniff* And only Steve and Zack came.
Yet, fun was had by all so I hear. Zack managed to spin fire and only burn himself once, and only offened I think two total people the entire time. There was an Iron Chef-like competition where Steve (Hardesty) competed against Iron Chef Mushroom aka Buddy, of course, the challenger lost. But the food was good.
Lots of stuff went on, it'd take long minutes for me to type it all out, and I frankly don't wanna. But it was all good. I'll dole out bits and pieces in the future as I recollect them.
Hmm Jen, I knew Paul was odd, we've all known Paul was odd. And I'm not saying I had the most normal childhood fantasies, but wow. Are we sure I deserve the tenatcle at this point?
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