First of all, this is Shambot’s 999th post! 1,000 is next, because that’s how numbers work!
I had a dream last night that I was playing doubles tennis against Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen. I thought it was unfair that we were playing against twins so the the guy I was playing with and I put on matching t-shirts. Apparently that was good enough. We were on opposite sides of an empty indoor pool, and there was some sort of party going on around us, probably to watch us play tennis. The ball we were playing with was like a small inflatable beach ball and I couldn’t ever hit it right. Then people started getting in the pool and standing in the way of us playing, so we stopped.
This busy guy is modeled after a AVLB (Armored Vehicle Launched Bridge) and it’s pretty fancy. The video is a little long so feel free to skip around a bit, cool stuff.
This item has wolves on it which makes it intrinsically sweet and worth 5 stars by itself, but once I tried it on, that’s when the magic happened. After checking to ensure that the shirt would properly cover my girth, I walked from my trailer to Wal-mart with the shirt on and was immediately approached by women. The women knew from the wolves on my shirt that I, like a wolf, am a mysterious loner who knows how to ‘howl at the moon’ from time to time (if you catch my drift!). The women that approached me wanted to know if I would be their boyfriend and/or give them money for something they called mehth. I told them no, because they didn’t have enough teeth, and frankly a man with a wolf-shirt shouldn’t settle for the first thing that comes to him.
I arrived at Wal-mart, mounted my courtesy-scooter (walking is such a drag!) sitting side saddle so that my wolves would show. While I was browsing tube socks, I could hear aroused asthmatic breathing behind me. I turned around to see a slightly sweaty dream in sweatpants and flip-flops standing there. She told me she liked the wolves on my shirt, I told her I wanted to howl at her moon. She offered me a swig from her mountain dew, and I drove my scooter, with her shuffling along side out the door and into the rest of our lives. Thank you wolf shirt.
Pros: Fits my girthy frame, has wolves on it, attracts women Cons: Only 3 wolves (could probably use a few more on the ‘guns’), cannot see wolves when sitting with arms crossed, wolves would have been better if they glowed in the dark.
I wish the WHOLE OTHER ROLL of film I took on this day would have turned out. The lighting was really beautiful, and everyone looked really beautiful… Dang!
Oh well, Chane and Ben (and Emma) can revel in these pictures because they look like rock stars!!!
ps. I have been shooting a lot of film lately. Hopefully I will keep up with adding them to flickr.
So last night, during post-exam inebriation, some friends were talking about how it seems weird that some holidays, such as Cinco de Mayo, are really little more than pretenses for alcholism. That struck off an idea in my head, which may have already been done, but I’m too afraid to check before writing this, so I present to you my interpretation of: THE SEVEN DEADLY HOLIDAYS.
D-d-don’t look in the box below. John Doe has the upper hand.
