ok, i'm updating again. two days in a row can you believe it!
well, i don't have any tea or cookies, just me, my computer and the sounds of airplanes flying over my place. not to exciting.
any who! here is my story of a member i'll call scottfree because that is his name. it's a story about a boy, a stick and the ocean. a very dangerous combination!
this last weekend a couple of us friends decided to rent a house at the ocean. it was actually for scottfree's really good friends birthday. a weekend of drinking, parting and a lot of rest and relaxation.
we arrived late friday night so it was to dark to investigate, we (volks, scottfree and I) would have to safe that for saturday. we did walk to the ocean that night with flashlights to see if there was any phosphorus and low and behold,-----------------------there was. we called it an evening after stomping in the sand and falling over logs we couldn't see. we crashed hard that night.
the next day (saturday) we woke up around lets say noonish (well for volks and i. i'm not sure when everyone else woke up) and everyone started to hit the beer. well, i hit the hot tea but that really doesn't sound that cool. anyways, i notice volks and scottfree leaving for about 1/2-hr don't know where they went or what they did but they came back all giddy like 2 little school getting into trouble. mmmmmmmm, what did you two get into? ----------------so, they got back and the 3 of us and 3 more of our friends decided it was time to go adventure into the abyss. we all put on layers and layers of clothes and hit the beach.
we got about 5 feet from our cabin and volks pipes up "oh, wait i need to go grab a beer" then scottfree yells out "awww, grab me one too". so, volks gets them some more beer and we start back to our investigation. i'm not sure how much alcohol they already had but i know they were very happy.
we started walking to the end of the beach (that was are goal) and it started to fricken pour with a little hale mixed- in. the wind blew so hard i thought i was going to get swept away by one big gust. the other 3 of are friends decided to be smart and turn-around. the three of us on the other hand kept going. we had a mission and it was up to us to finish it. we were getting to the end of the beach if it was the last thing we do.
we made it, we made it to the end of the beach. the end of the beach looked like.................... it looked like --------------our end of the beach. the exact same but with more rocks and that's where the waves were breaking. the boy's obviously felt complete in the task they conquered
because they started to get all antsy in the pants. volks started to climb the slippery rocks and scottfree start to join him. here are some pic's:
ok, now you have some visuals let's continue shall we. so, the boy's were having a good ol'time. jumping, climbing and falling. well, scottfree was falling a little bit more than volks, but volks did fall off a rock. i will give him that.
after all the fun at the end of the beach we decided to walk back. everyone in there own world, we were trotting along throwing rocks, hopping on logs until volks finds a treasure. he finds a small tire on a board. you wouldn't think it would be much of anything but to volks it screamed out "throw me, throw me into the ocean". so, he grabs the tire as quick as he can, runs as fast as he could (which wasn't that fast due to the beer and it's hard to run in the sand) and tosses it into the ocean. a smile on his face, he turns around and looks for his next treasure. i 'm watching all of this and notice A. he really didn't throw it hard and B. the tide was coming in. it just came right back on the beach but he was happy and that's all the matters.
scottfree and i keep on trecken and volks keeps running off to i have no idea where. then, all of a sudden scottfree gets the same twinkle in his eye's that volks got. he sees a stick. ok, a log, he sees a LOG and it obviously speaks the same language as the tire because all he could do was run to it.
he grabs the LOG with all of his might because it's a heavy log and starts to run to throw it in the ocean. the ocean where the tide is coming in, ya, that one 
. he tosses it as hard as he can but notices that it wasn't hard enough because it was coming back. so...............................he turns back to get it, bends down and picks it up. but, he started to move so slow and the water was coming in so damn fast. i started to yell a warning to him "SCOTTFREE, RUN, RUN".
i don't think he heard me because he just stood there and then he finally notice that he need to get the fuck out of there and started to run towards safe grounds. i'm now starting to sweat with fear for him and start to yell even louder "RUN, RUN, RUN". you could tell he was trying to run as fast as he could but the waves started to trip him and take him out. finally the wave won and swallowed him up in one gulp. all i could do was this
he was submerged from head to toe. i didn't have a camera or i would have taken a picture of him when he started to walk out of the ocean but........he was actually caring it. his own digital camera. 
i don't have a picture of him but he looked like this
he was completely wet from head to toe. it was freezing and all i could do was laugh. i laughed so hard it's a good thing i didn't have to pee because i probably would have. he had to walk all the way back to our cabin in wet clothes that kept riding up his ass. to make matters worst he didn't have a extra pair of pants or shoes. i felt so bad for him, but i had a great laugh at his expense. i hope he didn't mind. i'm actually still laughing about it. i find myself walking down the street and i get that image in my head and start to crack up.
well, i don't have any tea or cookies, just me, my computer and the sounds of airplanes flying over my place. not to exciting.
any who! here is my story of a member i'll call scottfree because that is his name. it's a story about a boy, a stick and the ocean. a very dangerous combination!
this last weekend a couple of us friends decided to rent a house at the ocean. it was actually for scottfree's really good friends birthday. a weekend of drinking, parting and a lot of rest and relaxation.
we arrived late friday night so it was to dark to investigate, we (volks, scottfree and I) would have to safe that for saturday. we did walk to the ocean that night with flashlights to see if there was any phosphorus and low and behold,-----------------------there was. we called it an evening after stomping in the sand and falling over logs we couldn't see. we crashed hard that night.
the next day (saturday) we woke up around lets say noonish (well for volks and i. i'm not sure when everyone else woke up) and everyone started to hit the beer. well, i hit the hot tea but that really doesn't sound that cool. anyways, i notice volks and scottfree leaving for about 1/2-hr don't know where they went or what they did but they came back all giddy like 2 little school getting into trouble. mmmmmmmm, what did you two get into? ----------------so, they got back and the 3 of us and 3 more of our friends decided it was time to go adventure into the abyss. we all put on layers and layers of clothes and hit the beach.
we got about 5 feet from our cabin and volks pipes up "oh, wait i need to go grab a beer" then scottfree yells out "awww, grab me one too". so, volks gets them some more beer and we start back to our investigation. i'm not sure how much alcohol they already had but i know they were very happy.
we started walking to the end of the beach (that was are goal) and it started to fricken pour with a little hale mixed- in. the wind blew so hard i thought i was going to get swept away by one big gust. the other 3 of are friends decided to be smart and turn-around. the three of us on the other hand kept going. we had a mission and it was up to us to finish it. we were getting to the end of the beach if it was the last thing we do.
we made it, we made it to the end of the beach. the end of the beach looked like.................... it looked like --------------our end of the beach. the exact same but with more rocks and that's where the waves were breaking. the boy's obviously felt complete in the task they conquered
because they started to get all antsy in the pants. volks started to climb the slippery rocks and scottfree start to join him. here are some pic's:
ok, now you have some visuals let's continue shall we. so, the boy's were having a good ol'time. jumping, climbing and falling. well, scottfree was falling a little bit more than volks, but volks did fall off a rock. i will give him that.
after all the fun at the end of the beach we decided to walk back. everyone in there own world, we were trotting along throwing rocks, hopping on logs until volks finds a treasure. he finds a small tire on a board. you wouldn't think it would be much of anything but to volks it screamed out "throw me, throw me into the ocean". so, he grabs the tire as quick as he can, runs as fast as he could (which wasn't that fast due to the beer and it's hard to run in the sand) and tosses it into the ocean. a smile on his face, he turns around and looks for his next treasure. i 'm watching all of this and notice A. he really didn't throw it hard and B. the tide was coming in. it just came right back on the beach but he was happy and that's all the matters.
scottfree and i keep on trecken and volks keeps running off to i have no idea where. then, all of a sudden scottfree gets the same twinkle in his eye's that volks got. he sees a stick. ok, a log, he sees a LOG and it obviously speaks the same language as the tire because all he could do was run to it.
he grabs the LOG with all of his might because it's a heavy log
and starts to run to throw it in the ocean. the ocean where the tide is coming in, ya, that one . he tosses it as hard as he can but notices that it wasn't hard enough because it was coming back. so...............................he turns back to get it, bends down and picks it up. but, he started to move so slow and the water was coming in so damn fast. i started to yell a warning to him "SCOTTFREE, RUN, RUN".
i don't think he heard me because he just stood there and then he finally notice that he need to get the fuck out of there and started to run towards safe grounds. i'm now starting to sweat with fear for him and start to yell even louder "RUN, RUN, RUN". you could tell he was trying to run as fast as he could but the waves started to trip him and take him out. finally the wave won and swallowed him up in one gulp. all i could do was this
he was submerged from head to toe. i didn't have a camera or i would have taken a picture of him when he started to walk out of the ocean but........he was actually caring it. his own digital camera. i don't have a picture of him but he looked like this
he was completely wet from head to toe. it was freezing and all i could do was laugh. i laughed so hard it's a good thing i didn't have to pee because i probably would have. he had to walk all the way back to our cabin in wet clothes that kept riding up his ass. to make matters worst he didn't have a extra pair of pants or shoes. i felt so bad for him, but i had a great laugh at his expense. i hope he didn't mind. i'm actually still laughing about it. i find myself walking down the street and i get that image in my head and start to crack up.
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gofuserectus:
you are a riot!! nice to see you!! any new sets coming up beautiful?
jennytruant:
The last picture says it all.