My fourth of July

I had a shitty week so it was time to unload... and that I did. Went to a bbq at my sisters house and from that came this:

My arm and my calf are a little sore still two days after playing badminton. It was super fun though. It gets hard once you've had a bottle of red and two bottles of champagne mixed together.

I shot a very small gage shotgun. It's oh so very exciting.

The boys threw some knives at Joba. Earlier that day James walked right out of the dunkin donuts with a Joba Chamberlain cut out. It's fucking hysterical. The thing is now in pieces. He had his nuts cut, shot in the neck and face area, I think he may have even been in the pool at one point.

After all the fun of guns, knives, and alcohol there was fire works. They were pretty. We did alot of hoot n' hollarin'.

I also tried to get pauly the bird to say shuttle cock. It would be great to hear him say it. He already imitates a whooing sound that he may have picked up the last 4th of July when Buddha and mudjidog were over.

There isn't much more then that. Though I did yell about a bloody pussy in front of a 5 year old. That's such a lovely thought to leave you all with. So I will bid you adieu.

adieu