annonymous (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} flipjargendy) wrote,@ 2007-06-22 16:26:00 |
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A weekend i will not forget... and scam artists...
Starting with the good: Rach and i stayed at Aaron and Miranda's place. It was a great time. I wish we didn't have to go to the wedding though... at least Ad and Al were there... otherwise i would have used the toilette the whole time (#2) and possibly more. There were some good aspects of the wedding but we stayed too long, i just wanted to hang out with Aaron and Miranda. The weekend was quite a frenzy of odd occurrences. The first night we were there we went out to eat and got some drinks at an interesting little place in Fargo. Then on the way home Aaron and i came upon a rolled over truck in the middle of his road. We thought there would be a bludgeoned man inside but there was instead a mess of drunk people who were friends of the driver. It was interesting watching them, i felt like i was in Run Ronnie Run. At one point these four guys, probably not too much older then me, were trying to flip the large pick-up truck (full length bed) by hand. It did not budge.
Aaron and i found out how to make the terrorists next best friend. It's extremely simple to make a tazer out of a regular camera. It produces a very bright flash of light and enough energy to bond the wires to metal. We put quite a few pits in those coins that were trying to take us out. Any terrorist or paranoid traveler could get this through security without a problem. i'll prove it next time i take a flight.
The next night i was awakened by tiny little fists coming bolting against me. Rachel was doing her waking ritual. i'm a heavy sleeper. Apparently the severe weather sirens had been going off. i thought it was nothing... just a little windy. Besides, the sirens weren't going off by the time i became fully conscious. i looked out the window and the trees were swishing around. Suddenly i heard what really sounded like a train wheels humming, whistle and all. The tree out the back window stopped swishing, instead all of it's branches were being pulled straight across like a gelled hair-do. No damage was done to their home.
One last note
i'm going to say that 96.9% of insurance agents are scam artists. i am pretty sure every insurance agent will die at Armageddon.
Starting with the good: Rach and i stayed at Aaron and Miranda's place. It was a great time. I wish we didn't have to go to the wedding though... at least Ad and Al were there... otherwise i would have used the toilette the whole time (#2) and possibly more. There were some good aspects of the wedding but we stayed too long, i just wanted to hang out with Aaron and Miranda. The weekend was quite a frenzy of odd occurrences. The first night we were there we went out to eat and got some drinks at an interesting little place in Fargo. Then on the way home Aaron and i came upon a rolled over truck in the middle of his road. We thought there would be a bludgeoned man inside but there was instead a mess of drunk people who were friends of the driver. It was interesting watching them, i felt like i was in Run Ronnie Run. At one point these four guys, probably not too much older then me, were trying to flip the large pick-up truck (full length bed) by hand. It did not budge.
Aaron and i found out how to make the terrorists next best friend. It's extremely simple to make a tazer out of a regular camera. It produces a very bright flash of light and enough energy to bond the wires to metal. We put quite a few pits in those coins that were trying to take us out. Any terrorist or paranoid traveler could get this through security without a problem. i'll prove it next time i take a flight.
The next night i was awakened by tiny little fists coming bolting against me. Rachel was doing her waking ritual. i'm a heavy sleeper. Apparently the severe weather sirens had been going off. i thought it was nothing... just a little windy. Besides, the sirens weren't going off by the time i became fully conscious. i looked out the window and the trees were swishing around. Suddenly i heard what really sounded like a train wheels humming, whistle and all. The tree out the back window stopped swishing, instead all of it's branches were being pulled straight across like a gelled hair-do. No damage was done to their home.
One last note
i'm going to say that 96.9% of insurance agents are scam artists. i am pretty sure every insurance agent will die at Armageddon.
