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Thursday, October 21, 2004
First the bad news. Thanks to the ass-hats at Menard's, I do not believe that I will be able to make the nuptials this weekend. It appears that the people that were going to work for me, no longer will. As I said before, ass-hats. Though I believe that we are going to try and make it down to the P after work, so if the party is still going to be there, and the bride might have one dance left in her, I would be honored to see you guys there.
And now this:
What happens at a bachelor party, stays at the bachelor party.
Except this:
1. I took a paintball to the head, and it hurt like hell. And not the fun kind of hell either.
2. "...you'll scream 'Hello Kitty' and jump right in there." A-Lo talking to Plinko about his war cry.
3. "I feel like I'm in 'Nam." Me.
4. Flasks are always a good idea. Always.
In other news, one class down, one to go. After the final the professor told us that, "If you scored 20% on the test, you learned something in this class. Over 50% and really know what you're talking about." I love tests that are designed like that. LOVE THEM!!
Deer hunting is coming, and I have off from both works. I have stopped shaving in anticipation. Rumor was that I might get a bed this year as I am the only one with a doe tag, but alas, it appears that I will get the couch again. I'd hate to break with tradition. Though if I really didn't want to break with tradition, I wouldn't hit anything that I shot at either. Let's hope that doesn't happen. I don't know if I can mentally take another year without getting a deer.
Finally, my dad and his new hip are doing well. He's up and walking around and should be home on Friday.
Craig @ 10:37 AM
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