Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Fright Flight Letter

I wrote this for Fright flight, Halloween frisbee tournament, you half to convince the tournament directors to let your team in, this letter will do that.

We thought about a couple other themes for the team, but they didn’t really pan out. For a while it seemed like a good idea to have a Silence of the Lambs theme. Ladies could dress in drab earlier 90’s non-descript business wear or night gowns and rub lotion on their skins. The whole being in a pit would have been hard to replicate. The dudes could have dressed in coveralls and get some of those freaky masks. Also, dudes could play in self made lady skins suits, but we decided it would have been too hard to play with our dongs and balls tucked between our legs. Oh it would have been good, good.

Our other theme was going to be the movie The Notebook. We would have dressed normal and hugged and cried in the rain or some shit? Some people could have been old, weren’t there old people in that movie? I don’t know I didn’t see that movie.

We decided on hunting because who doesn’t like shooting shit. Targets, cans, trash, clay pigeons, real pigeons, small animals, large animals, sea animals, endangered animals, all are tremendous fun to shoot. Man I would love to shoot an endangered animal, like a white rhino or Siberian tiger or one of those mountain gorillas. I read this thing in Time about how the mountain gorillas in Africa are probably going to be eradicated in the next 10 years or less. Endangered animals are much harder to hunt because there ain’t that many of them and foreign governments and those tree huggers at Green Peace tend to get a bit upset. Anyways, hunting is the tits. Oooh shit, shooting a blue whale would be way cool too, those things are huge. Come on who wouldn’t want to kill the largest animal ever?

We don’t own any guns, so we won’t actually be shooting anything. Someone might have a really big knife or a yo-yo. Yo-yos were originally hunting paraphernalia, seriously look it up. Also, I’ll bring some piano wire just in case someone on the team feels like sneaking up on some baby deer that might be around. Someone will bring a blind, we’ll dress in fake tree suits, and we’ll undoubtedly scent ourselves with deer piss scent and booze as to mask our people smells. Yes, this year we’re huntin’ for wins.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

I will not catch-up

Yes, it has been a while. My computer told me that the last time I did anything with this blog was June 22nd. A lot has happened, more sexual mis-adventures, work, bullshit work stuff, peoples weddings, I haven't gotten sick, I've been brushing my teeth, rugby is up and running, frisbee is over, and I got a new job. Done. That is everything.
Most importantly, I have won in both of my fantasy football leagues last week. I beat a certain Ryan Martin which I am especially pleased about. More shit talk in this arena is needed. Steven Jackson is a piece of shit by the way, Peyton Manning is awesome, and I hate Tom Brady. He has everything and I have nothing. Didn't he get some actress pregnant, and is now dating a supermodel or some shit. He is definitely atop my list for hated celebrities, it used to be Beckham, but he sold out when he came to the states and that whole love of a nation thing isn't quite what it used to be for him.

http://www.theonion.com/content/news/confiscated_patriots_videotapes

I have to go to a meeting and try to care about my work. I wore my suit today. I think I'll go to the mall later, high school chicks dig dudes in suits.