I have done many things that I find to be to my own entertainment.  For the most part, they completely normal.  But sometimes the reach the
 breaking point of insanity.  The times that they reach this are especially entertaining.  For each one there is a great story that goes along with it.  So, don't just call me a
 freak off the bat.  There is plenty about me that doesn't make me a freak, and if you take the time to read the stories, you might come to understand me.  


Our Revenge!

    





    

Arright, I'm sure it looks bad.  But trust me
there is a story behind the madness.  The guys and I were in
the middle of a good ol' "Poker Night" when we all heard a 
noise.  Thinking it was the neighbors being idiots in our
backyard we went to the door quietly to  investigate.  Aaron
led the pack, behind him: Jeff Pearson.  As we slowly slid
the door open we heard a scream.  We all dove out the door
and "SPLASH!" A condom filled with water whizzed past me and 
into Aaron's chest.  "Man down!" I screamed as I headed toward
the culprit.  We could barely see them because they were 
hidden back in the trees in my backyard.  But as I neared
closer, they started to appear out from the shadows, water-
filled condoms in hand.  There were three of them:  Lauren, 
Kate, and Kristin.  Needless to say, the situation was quickly 
neutralized.  After the girls left our poker night and the 
cards had been all cleaned up... Aaron started thinking up 
of ways we could get them back.  At first it began as buying 
condoms and hanging them from their trees in the front yard.
Then it was hanging tampons, at that developed into slapping Kotex
pads onto Lauren's house.  Because we all knew how Lauren is 
the leader of their clan.  So, off to Cub we went with our $4 donation
from our leading money winner from the night, Jeff Pearson.  We went
there, picked them up and went to Aaron's house to prep them...
Needless to say, this was a thoroughly entertaining 20 minutes.
When we got to Lauren's house, Aaron went around back to make 
sure that we were indeed at the right house.  He checked 
and we started putting them everywhere:  Garage door, driveway, 
siding, and the driveway light.  During this process Lauren came 
out to investigate, but she was quickly apprehended and dealt
with accordingly.  After Lauren thought she cleaned them all
up and got ready the next morning, she noticed she left one
out on the driveway light.  She managed to get them all down
in time.  Which must have taken a while cuz she's short and
must have needed a ladder for most of them.



A Night On The Range

    


Living out in white suburbia, often times there is nothing 
interesting that we can just go out and do.  So a lot we find
ourselves sitting inside either playing cards, playing pool or
racking our brain trying to come up with something interesting
that we can do for the night.  The is no exception to that rule.
We started the night the same way we do almost every other, 
first:  Going to DaVannis for a bite to eat.  Nothing
exciting.  Then we usually go out on the town and drive around
just looking for things to do.  As we were driving Aaron came up
with an idea.  So Aaron, Dan, Dustin, Eggie, and Myself did what
we always did: follow along.  He decided to go out and pick up 
some golf balls from the local range because they would be going
to golf tomorrow and they could hit some balls before hand (at the 
range) and they could prepare for the long day of golfing.  So, 
we went out onto the range behind Aaron's neighborhood and picked up
a ton of golf balls, and drove back to Aaron's house.  When we got
there.  We dumped out the balls (see pics).  As we started to put 
the balls back into the backpacks we decided that we had too many 
and we should dump a few out.  But the most effective way of dumping
them would be to hit them.  So we wondered the entire course just
hitting the range balls everywhere.  We hit for distance, we hit and
counted the seconds until the balls splashed into the water 
throughout the course.  And it was an all around entertaining night
out in Woodbury.


    



Aaron on Left, Eggie in Middle, Dustin on Right


The Wonderful World of Spud Guns









AH yes... The Spud Gun Phenomenon.  Aaron, the guys, and I have been building spud guns for quite some time now.
Although building them is a blast (quite literally) even more fun is the launching of potatoes into orbit.  The
Monster pictured above can shoot a potato up to and exceeding 300 yards!  Although this is normal for us, some
incidents have occurred that have gotten a wee bit "hairy"  I remember when we were first testing "THE BOHEMETH".
Aaron's father was helping us and we decided it would be a good idea to practice shooting with a racquetball...
However the barrel was just a smidge too small to accommodate one... So we sprayed a 1/2 a can of WD40 on a ball
and down the barrel of "THE BOHEMETH" and rammed the ball down with a broom handle.  Then, as always we filled the
chamber with about 25 seconds of hairspray and lit 'er up.  It burst out a deafening blast and spit out a cloud of
black smoke.  But, astonishingly no racquetball came out... well at least in a solid form.  How do we know?  Because when
we eyed down the barrel to get the racquetball out it was nowhere to be found.  At first we looked around trying to find out
if it just barely popped out of the barrel and was on the ground.  Nope.  Where was it?  We incinerated the racquetball in less
than a second!  Now thats what I call firepower!  Wanna know some more spud gun stories, as Dustin about the fireball that nearly
permanently removed his eyebrows.





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