xMeTAlxChICkx
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Ok, so I'm sure that the majority of you know what a hacki sack is and what praire dogs are. My story begins last night at 8pm.....(thought bubble)....
To begin with, let me first explain that I do not have much to entertain myself with other than my hacki sack (and of course this web site), so that you further understand the gravity of the situation. that said, moving on to the story.
So I was studying for the exam that I just took about an hour ago (made a 100) and I decided that I needed a break because I was starting to feel a little bit drowsy and wanted to be able to fully focus on the subject (zoology). I figured, what not a better way to enliven my awareness than by playing around with the ol' sand bag because it requires a hieghtened sense of awareness and physical activity all rolled into one. So I get my sack and head out back to the park just behind my house. I commense the activity and I'm doing really when all of the sudden a strong wind blows and fucks it all up. So I decide that if I went up onto the hill just beyond the park and used the buildings as a windbreak, I might be able to get a really nice run going without any interruptions. I do so. Next I find myself playing behind this really, really tall building with the sun almost behind the horizon. I figure that I could achieved 100 hacks before the sun was gone completely but I had just one problem. I was kicking the sand bag around and reaching somewhere around 50 to 60 when all the sudden my foot slips and the ball goes almost too far to reach but luckily for me (or unluckily) I have long legs and was able to smash the ball way up into the air, allowing me enough time to regain my balance.
What a mistake. As soon as the ball came down, I had not yet regained full balance and it hit the ground......in front of a praire dog. Normally, you would thing that the creature would burrow underground. Well, that is just what this one did, but with my hacki sack in hand, or rather mouth.
That sack cost me $16 bucks and on top of that was the only one that I had. Of all the people why me? So in short, I'm going praire dog hunting this weekend and those motherfuckers better hide. DIE DIE DIE DIE. End rant.
To begin with, let me first explain that I do not have much to entertain myself with other than my hacki sack (and of course this web site), so that you further understand the gravity of the situation. that said, moving on to the story.
So I was studying for the exam that I just took about an hour ago (made a 100) and I decided that I needed a break because I was starting to feel a little bit drowsy and wanted to be able to fully focus on the subject (zoology). I figured, what not a better way to enliven my awareness than by playing around with the ol' sand bag because it requires a hieghtened sense of awareness and physical activity all rolled into one. So I get my sack and head out back to the park just behind my house. I commense the activity and I'm doing really when all of the sudden a strong wind blows and fucks it all up. So I decide that if I went up onto the hill just beyond the park and used the buildings as a windbreak, I might be able to get a really nice run going without any interruptions. I do so. Next I find myself playing behind this really, really tall building with the sun almost behind the horizon. I figure that I could achieved 100 hacks before the sun was gone completely but I had just one problem. I was kicking the sand bag around and reaching somewhere around 50 to 60 when all the sudden my foot slips and the ball goes almost too far to reach but luckily for me (or unluckily) I have long legs and was able to smash the ball way up into the air, allowing me enough time to regain my balance.
What a mistake. As soon as the ball came down, I had not yet regained full balance and it hit the ground......in front of a praire dog. Normally, you would thing that the creature would burrow underground. Well, that is just what this one did, but with my hacki sack in hand, or rather mouth.
That sack cost me $16 bucks and on top of that was the only one that I had. Of all the people why me? So in short, I'm going praire dog hunting this weekend and those motherfuckers better hide. DIE DIE DIE DIE. End rant.
