I used to mountainbike every day but the move to Florida pretty much killed that. I do trail-running a couple days a week. Now instead of crashing all I have to look out for is feral hogs and rattlesnakes.

You must be getting a good workout then, because feral hogs and rattlesnakes inspire me to run faster.


That reminds me of a funny thing that happened last weekend.

I'd been hunting feral hogs with a friend of mine last Saturday and I managed to get one. On the way home I stopped by the liquor store to pick up some booze.

I'd spent that day on his ranch putting up a fence and that evening we hunted, so I was disheveled to say the least.

Anyway I picked up a couple of bottles of everclear for the upcoming TXLF and I put on my don't fuck with me face, because I hate it when the clerk makes some comment about my buying everclear.

Well I get to the counter to pay the dude and hand him my credit card. As the clerk reaches down to take it we both notice my hand. He looks up and me and asks. "Is that blood?"

I make some lame noises about pigs and hunting and get the hell out of there.

I'm pretty sure the guy thinks I'm some kind of serial killer.

A serial killer who's buying everclear to wash his hands after his murders!!!!!

SpunkBoob,
Actually, the clerk prolly said-
Here's yer change, Spongy.
See you next wkend!

The Lounge syncs w/the Real Life.
We had wild boar as a special
tonight.
Sold out.

Yeah, but man in real life, I'm much bigger and yellower than my picture.

Here I'm just a harmless sponge, out there, I'm a scouring pad for justice.

Sucks.
Er, absorbs.
No, that sucks.
Fuck it.

Dude, when I'm pissed I can scratch smooth surfaces. I mean there's times I've gone completely Brillo on someone.

Get your tough guy pal
Scotch Brite to fuck some s
up.

I used to bike a lot and practice Tae Kwon Do. Now I stare at a monitor. I've got to get back into those other two things. I've developed a repetetive stress injury and chronic secretary butt.

I would bike but I never learned how. My best friend just moved into my neighborhood and she's made teaching me her project. She insists on wrapping her bike in bubble wrap, though, so I don't scratch or ding it.

We're also considering wrapping me in bubble wrap as well.

I would hope there would be photos involved .....

I volunteer to help pop the bubbles.

DG

I doubt I'd be able to escape that experience without photos.

And I doubt there will be any bubbles left to pop by the time I'm done crashing.