Ouch
Back from paintballing in Pennsylvania. Ouch. Got shot on the inner thigh, on my spine, on my chin, and, worst of all, I received a headshot from behind AFTER I was out of paintballs.
I originally just typed "painballs." Accurate, I guess.
But, yeah, I typically won't be updating this too much over the weekend. I usually go to my fiancee's place to see her for the weekend. So, over the weekends I recommend that you simply re-read the entries I've already made. Perhaps you can make a game of memorizing them. You and your friends can hold contests to see who knows them best. And if someone gets them wrong, you punch their damn face.
posted by Mr. Rice @ 8:24 PM
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Did you go play at Skirmish in Jim Thorpe, by any chance?
I did indeed, actually. Along with our very own Last Boy, Brant (the fella you met at the con) and a slew of other folks.
That's the first place I ever played paintball. It's not too far from where I grew up... My best friend organized some thing for the company he used to work for... now, he's playing semi-pro paintball (which I still find kind of amusing) and I'm still fat and lazy.
Just don't play a week before your wedding like he did - that shot he took to the neck really didn't add much to his overall appearance.
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