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Good morning Indiana!
As some and/or all of you may know yesterday was Friday. Being Friday there was an SoF practice as usual, and it went pretty darn good if I do say so myself. After a trying week a little helping o' puns, wordplay, rhymes, mime, and gibberish were just what I needed. I left a much brighter person then I came!
I had a couple firsts last night. My first Do Run and Dating Game. I didn't want to go home with either bachelors 1 or 3, The Roadrunner and Going Through the Process of Rusting respectively. But I did feel definite chemistry with bachelor 2 who was "the father of the atomic bomb" Robert Oppenheimer, and who I guessed was a mad New York scientist, despite Benji's excellent clues that, looking back on it, I realize really went above and beyond the call of duty.
To finish things off I'll give you a few sentences I wrote down in my little notebook some time this summer. Seriously though, I bet you guys are going to think I write only torture pieces. I'm here to tell you that that's not true. All evidence to the contrary. You're going to start thinking I'm some kinda freak...
~ "Stand!" Akbar roared.
Wincing, clutching his abdomen Sam tried to get to his feet, falling twice in the slick puddle of his own blood. Finally upright, he swayed uncertainly and was consumed by a violent coughing fit that left blood dripping from his lips and chin. A tiny disillusioned voice in a distant corner of his mind advised, logically enough, that that couldn't be a good sign and perhaps he should see a doctor.~
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2 comments:
1. Oppenheimer was a tough one. Usually we get stuff like Bugs Bunny or Jesus, so cut yourself some slack.
2. Thanks for all your support of the SoF and the links love.
3. Ackbar. Akbar. Nice.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Admiral_Ackbar
1. Oppenheimer was a tough one!
2. My pleasure, my pleasure.
3. I had no idea that there existed an Admiral Ackbar (he is kinda hot though. Wouldn't mind getting me some of that.) The name for my zealous Saudi Arabian interrogator actually came from my sister. His full name is Muhammad el Akbar.
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