Floppageddon
Because some days, god is just plain out to get you.
Sometimes things don't go well. Some days nothing goes right at all. This was one of those days. But I think that it goes to show how one of our lamest weekends are still better than most people's best. I mean, I did end up blowing stuff up all day and then eating like 15 pounds of beef... but here I am whining. So what was so wrong?
UPS, being the worthless people that they are, decided to ship our main order of tannerite to another part of the state. And not one of the close parts. They decided to not get the package to its destination before the deadline, and then to not reimburse us. Screw you, UPS. I hope you get aids and die.
Then I guess it was really a matter of stuff just being forgotten. Somebody forgot to grab this, somebody forgot to bring that. All sorts of things. It left us with only a few pounds of tannerite, a whole bunch of guns, and lots and lots of mud.
Oh, did I forget to mention the rain?
Yeah, that was everywhere. Hooray for mud.
Anyway, being the positive people that we are we decided to make the most of the day, and ruin some stuff.
Like a month old gingerbread house.
I'm always amazed at the stuff you can find at Goodwill. I never want to own any of it, but the novelty of blowing their stuff up never ceases to bring me pleasure. For instance a stuffed version of "Grumpy" from snow white and the seven midgets. NOW he has something to be grumpy about.
I found the cutest pink piggy bank.
I also keep finding shrek stuff to disintigrate. And we all know how much I love shrek.
Goodbye, shrek.
Chris finally learned how to shoot a pistol. Thank you, police academy.
Zach brought his new 12g, and some concentrated beefcake rounds.
Igel.........steamed.
Sam terrorized the field with an airsoft gun. Behold the mighty 'click' of his wrath.
I finally got around to punishing a printer that had been hindering me for more years than I can remember. That damned thing failed as often as not, and deserved every bit of the disintigration it got. There were no survivors.
As Phil is so fond of saying, we converted a lot of ammo into noise.
Silliness ensued, and I killed Chris' ears.
Boom.
So, all in all it wasn't the best. We'll call it a warmup for the next farmageddon, which will no doubt be coming soon. After all, UPS (pronounced 'oops') did bring our main tannerite order later that week. So another trip to goodwill and 20 lbs of high explosives later, I imagine I'll be sitting here typing out a story of success.