| Hmmmm...errrr....uhhhhhhh....sheesh, is my face red. I've been having so much fun with loopy day, that I sort of accidentally overlooked one small detail, the..uh...oncoming winter. Yeah, kind of stupid, I suppose. APPARENTLY, people don't like to have water gun fights when it's ass cold outside (the current technical definition of "ass cold" is 24 degrees, and dropping). So, when it came time to rally the troops, the only ones that rallied up were Isaac and myself. Quite the elite strike team, wouldn't you say? If that was all the enthusiasm I was able to get together here, where some of our residents eat drink and sleep loopy day (ok, I admit, I'm probably the only one that fits that description, but I'm a big guy so I count twice), it was safe to assume that the other halls would have zero turnout, meaning that we would be unopposed, and win by default. Just for appearances, we suited up anyways, Isaac in his black trench and myself in my typical gay-ninja-looking black (nicely accentuated by a black stocking cap and these really sweat $8 gloves I picked up at walmart, that switch from mittens to fingerless gloves in half a second, and are used by hunters, like myself) and I let him borrow the monster so that we would both be able to reach third floor fire escapes. We went outside, walked over to Pearson as they were yelling, and timed it right so that we stepped around the corner when they yelled for Stephenson. We let out a "suck cock Pearson" and sprayed them down (admittedly, the range on our guns aren't godlike, and we most likely only got them wet from the waists down, but that's more than they did to us). They finished calls and went inside, and we headed over to Battenfeld to try and drum up some action. No one wanted to play, so we emptied our guns on their fire escape to make it nice and icy for the next morning and headed home. I'm sorry guys, I realize this is pathetic and not interesting, but there is nothing I can do about it; if they don't come out, we can't fight. This does, of course, leave me with nothing to write about on Friday mornings, which I've actually come to enjoy, so I will be trying to start some other sort of weekly update. I've got a couple ideas so far: the RLR(refrigerator leftover report, covering what is left over in the refrigerators), the BSR (bathroom scavenging report, telling what I am able to steal from people while they are taking showers, and what kind of stuff I find left lying around in there. note: this feature, due to the potentially graphic nature, would be an 18 and over only publication), or my favorite, the WYR(the weekly yeti report, updating everyone who doesn't want to know on the current status of my back hair). These are all the ideas I have, if you would like to vote for one of these (please don't) send me an e-mail, or send any ideas you have for other things I could write about. There is a third option, being to send me angry and threatening letters, telling me in extremely violent language what you will do if I proceed to send out these inane and dimwitted e-mails week after week. Until then, I guess I'll go play some smash broth..I mean do calc. El Pompador |