A retarded seal

'Sup, readers

Well, that was an interesting weekend. I'll admit, I am tired as hell. We moved about twenty acres of hay, which is without a doubt the hardest workout you will ever get. Each bale weighs somewhere twenty and thirty kilograms, more if it's wet in the middle  and you're throwing things three or four metres onto the back of a truck. And twenty acres means there's about two or three THOUSAND of these bales. So by the time you're onto about bale #75, you want to KILL the guy that came up with the idea of hay bales.

On another note, the party on Friday night went well. After several rounds of epic laser tagging (in which I discovered that one of the nerdiest people I know is actually some kind of cyber ninja GOD), we somehow managed to find a Twister board game.

Oh, dear lord.

To say that I am not flexible is somewhat of a statement. To say that seeing one of your friends basically pushing their ass into someone's face is the funniest thing ever is a MASSIVE understatement. At one point, I was laughing so hard that I looked like a retarded seal. I wasn't making any sound, I was clapping my hands, with a look on my face that said "hey, I'm an idiot!". But holy crap, was it funny.

Later, readers
The Vigilante