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concerning time portals

You know what doug you are absolutely right. What I am about to post on the internet for all to see must be kept in absolute obscurity. We were caught in a time portal. We were stranded for years. But whats more it was like an alternate universe. We were caught in an epic struggle for the survival of man kind. Eventually the price of our freedom fighting was being stranded out on the Galapagoes islands which is completely deserted save for a few political prisoners which turned to canabalism. So as me and my tired friend sat in bewilderment for the enslavement of mankind we found a portal back to our universe. We thought, "man doug is really gonna wonder where we went." but to our surprize as we materialized on my boat we saw you on the dock as if we had never left. Kyle and I swore an oath of secrecy so the pandora's box of the time portal to another universe would never be discovered and used for evil. For if that dark visage of humanity were to trickle over to our side of the looking glass..... God help us all.

Waiting for Flying Fish

I would like to relate to you all an event that occurred this summer of which I have been recently reminded of. I decided I wanted to make it out to the lake one last time with a few of my friends before we all left for college again. So I called up about, you know, maybe 10 or 12 people. But of course, everyone is busy accept Kyle Myers and Doug Baker. Which is no big deal. Doug Baker happens to be one of my best friends. And Kyle Myers happens to be one of my...little brothers best friends. (And he is just about the funniest highschool kid alive). So I end up driving Kyle to Lawrence where the boat was. But no Doug. We waited.

Still no Doug.

We waited for a good 2 hours. (I would not at this point want the reader to misunderstand and think this is a blog trying to berate my good friend Doug. It was out of his control. As I remember he was painting the interior of a house full of hung over college students for his Dad. So what may you ask is the point? well just keep reading.)

So what did Kyle and I do for 2 hours out on my boat? This is my point. We sat around. We fished. (him with his coke bottle and string and I with my fishing rod.) We shared the occasional awkward silence. We then discussed how we can always look back at this event and say "hey remember that time we spent like 2 hourse on your boat?"

Anyway. I felt as though others should be privy to this story which makes me laugh. Mostly because Kyle cracks me up. So I realize many of you won't laugh at it.

Oh and it is also worthy noting that when Doug did arrive we were all attacked by a school of flying fish. It was amazing. Picture all three of us casually floating in the water. First one fish jumped into Dougs face. It didn't really register what was happening. Then another into Kyles. Then an entire throng of these air aspiring fish were appearing and hitting our faces everywhere. Now these were not large fish. In fact no bigger then minnows. But I assure you the feeling was no less then terror.

A Num Chuck

I was studying for a test last night and a friend of mine walked by and was wielding some nifty num chucks. Me being ever interesting in things of that sort and since michaelangelo was my favorite teen aged mutant ninja turtle, I asked him, "may I see that archaic piece of feudal japanese history."
to which he responded, "why yes you may"
So as I was admiring the weapon, my wonderful and beautiful girlfriend asked me if she could "play" with it. After Reece gave a nod I gave them to her. Then she was swinging them around. And the she was swinging them at my leg. Then she swung the num chuck into my balls.

I'm still not fully recovered.