Love bites, and fools


we had the bi annual ESFR paintball. witch basicly invols me trying to get some people to come. they say yes. get drunk the night before and can get up in the morning, we tern up. late and im some cases so drunk still thay are unable to talk, then we get shot by bigger boys with there own super hy power guns. needless to say we lost again, but i do love paintball.

yeasterday a guy on the winning went ohh there is a bit of mud on the end of my gun turned it around to look at it and pulled the trigger. shooting himself square in the face. well atleast he knows his maks works.

my misfortune was caused my me only houres before exclaming that id rather be shot in the testicals than in the throut, 6 mins into the first game. a paintball ant 300 foot persecond hits me in the windpipe. i was almost sick inside my mask. there is nothing like tempting fate. stitting here with a bruse tha looks like a love bite i cant help wondering if i said shoot me in the neck i never want to be shot in the stones. would i be sitting here and would i be sitting with a bag of ice.

the problem with a love bight its they are a total stupid thing. and have a bruse that looks like one is a bit frustrating. people complane about me at work for varouse stupid things, never for actuly anything i have done wrong. i had a minor bit of segery on my neck and it looked like a love bite for 6 weeks, and loads of people complaned to my boss about it, and evan said. stuff to me about it. so i just hope it goes down quick. witch it wont. the most embarrasing time was when i worked at a kids wacky fun house place and used to sort out partys and stuff, and i had seen my girlfriend at the time before i went to work, and at work some kid jumped of wome of the play fome climing things at me and grabbed the whissel that was on a cord around the neck. so i suddleny almost got garotted by a 3 year old, leaning a nice bruse and scrape on my neck. went home to the girlfriend. "a kid did it honest" that was a difficalt evning

i had a guy come in my shop today and asked if he could pay his t.v licesnce. if he hed hed cash i would have let him. he said the post office told him to come to my opticians.

20 mins later a woman comes in asking if i do a photocopying service. i give her the directions to a place in town and she askes me how much it costs. im am opticain i said i dont work at the copy place i just know where it is. so you wont copy this for me? i tell her where the place is and she looks at me in the way that only crazy people can and leaves.

odd morning relly