User Twinkies-N-Beer-06 Wrote:
Holy shit, we have a blog now? And just when I thought this canyon couldn't get any lamer. I even had to get my own laptop so Simmons would stop freaking out every time I touched his computer. Never figured out how to use that fancy-ass thing anyway. Mine's nice and simple. And cheap.
Anyway, I suppose I should talk about what I did today, or whatever it is you do on blogs. I can't guarantee anything exciting. I live in Blood Gulch, for Chrissakes.
So pretty much I didn't do shit yesterday. Which rocks. I woke up around noon, decided to stay inside 'cause it was freakin' boiling out today. Sarge gave us a list of chores, which I let Simmons do while Donut and I watched a movie. Anyone ever seen 1408? Some Stephen King book gone movie. It's got John Cusack and Samuel L. Jackson in it (who I still can't look at without thinking that he's tired of these mutherfuckin snakes on this mutherfuckin plane). It's freaky shit, man. Really intense. The thing at the end with his daughter was sad, too. Made Donut cry. Then I sat around looking at a tattoo magazine and listening to Simmons bitch about how I hadn't done anything all day until I fell asleep. I slept on the couch for a while, and Sarge woke me up and told me I had to post on this blog. I looked at it, but I didn't post till this morning.
Whatever. I guess blogging's cool enough, for a chore. Yeah. Sarge added it on as a chore. Freakin' ridiculous, ain't it? But that's Sarge for ya.
Holy shit, we have a blog now? And just when I thought this canyon couldn't get any lamer. I even had to get my own laptop so Simmons would stop freaking out every time I touched his computer. Never figured out how to use that fancy-ass thing anyway. Mine's nice and simple. And cheap.
Anyway, I suppose I should talk about what I did today, or whatever it is you do on blogs. I can't guarantee anything exciting. I live in Blood Gulch, for Chrissakes.
So pretty much I didn't do shit yesterday. Which rocks. I woke up around noon, decided to stay inside 'cause it was freakin' boiling out today. Sarge gave us a list of chores, which I let Simmons do while Donut and I watched a movie. Anyone ever seen 1408? Some Stephen King book gone movie. It's got John Cusack and Samuel L. Jackson in it (who I still can't look at without thinking that he's tired of these mutherfuckin snakes on this mutherfuckin plane). It's freaky shit, man. Really intense. The thing at the end with his daughter was sad, too. Made Donut cry. Then I sat around looking at a tattoo magazine and listening to Simmons bitch about how I hadn't done anything all day until I fell asleep. I slept on the couch for a while, and Sarge woke me up and told me I had to post on this blog. I looked at it, but I didn't post till this morning.
Whatever. I guess blogging's cool enough, for a chore. Yeah. Sarge added it on as a chore. Freakin' ridiculous, ain't it? But that's Sarge for ya.
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