Today the Jeanners and I went on a float trip on the Shenandoah River with people from her job. I have discovered over the past few days that apparently people here don't use the term "float trip" and have no idea what the hell it is. So, if you don't know, read the sentence after the following sentence. If you do know, you don't have to read it. A "float trip" is when you float down a river in some sort of boat (in this case, a canoe) or other floating device, such as a large inner tube. It might, perhaps, be necessary to note that a float trip should not be attempted with any sort of smaller inner tube, such as a bicycle inner tube. It just won't work. Unless you are an infant (or just infant-sized) and have the inner tube wrapped around you like two or three times. Which might hinder your enjoyment of said float trip.
One day I might want to look back on this day fondly, so for the benefit of my rapidly failing memory I will list the people who went on the float trip: Matt, Kedri, Rodney, Ian, Nancy, Melissa, Eugene, Miriam, and me and J-Dog.
For each of the past 2 days I have held a shit for longer than 8 hours.
Confidential to E. Elz regarding unicycles: When I was a kid, there was another kid who was a few years older than me (I think his name was Mike) who used to unicyle around the neighborhood. The kid was kinda weird, and he looked just like a platinum-blonde version of the kid from the "Rothsdower" MST3K movie.
Today we paid $3.74 for gas. I felt like it was 1982.
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Hey, Turkey. I vote you move to Tumblr so I can follow you in my dashboard. Someday I will look back on this sentence and wonder what the hell it meant (follow you in my dashboard? WTF?), but for now, it would really cut down on the clicks I have to execute in order to read what's happening in your life. And honestly, saving clicks is the new black.
In my work for a blood thirsty cult, I rely on my Gran Tourino.
which of course reminds me of fingle.
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