today, i have two words to share that can inspire even the most stoic of manly manly men to scream like little nancies and wave their arms in the air like a pair of wind socks: Six Flags.
that's right. that's how we play hookie out here in the dirty jers. right in the middle of the week - me and the roomies are bouncing on outta here and taking the flags by storm.
it's the beginning of the last chapter of the MDP Squad = conor moves out to utah on sunday. boooo. so no more UFC fight nights at hooters, no more "rock of love" with bret michaels or "how i met your mother," no more squad hikes in the "mountains," no more running the tables at general poore's tavern, no more squad lunches at work, no more yelling at the mets for not pulling santana. it's all coming to a close, and i don't know if kittle and i have enough moxy to keep the squad mojo alive just the two of us. so, it's one last hurrah at Six Flags.
let it be told that the Squad rocked it hard and all the way to the end. i'm going out in a barrage of popcorn and motion-sick-upchucky.
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i must say that i'm slightly irritated at the extreme lack of pictures being posted by you. you have that way expensive and cool camera (i assume for taking pics) and live out in spray-on-tan land, yet the only "my flickr photos!!!" is from over a year ago. disgusting. i should very much like to witness some of the up-chucky you're so excited to do!
If it pleases the court, my camera is broken. Dropped on the ground, and no longer functioning. I won't disclose the culprit - but suffice to say it wasn't me and I'm still shopping for a replacement.
I'm thinking of getting an ultra-compact. Right now a toss-up between a Canon Powershot SD870 and the Sony Cybershot DSC-T200 (with a touch screen! ooooooooh)
hmmm, i do recall some sort of discussion regarding said camera being broke-n. my apologies. still, the up-chuckyness...
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