So, here I am sitting at work, listening to some Frank Sinatra which David brought. And I'm bored. Real bored. There's absolutely nothing happening. Even the gas is slow. Now, I would bet that you are thinking something like: there is always something to do. But I kid you not.
Anyhow, I felt like just doing a post that says a lot without saying anything important or even pretending to. If stuff like that is boring to you, then you can't blame me, cause I warned you.
So, now that I'm writing to myself, I should decide what I'm actually going to write about. Hrmm.
Last night, Robert, Rett and I went and played two games of laser tag. Kind of a split second thing, but still lots of fun. It ended up that the three of us got the 6000 foot arena entirely to ourselves. What followed was fifteen minutes of bloody ruthless massacre as I scored more kills than both of them put together. Me, the shrimp of the three.
Somewhat disgruntled by the rough treatment they had received, Rett and Robert then decided that they would team up. Their stated goals : to make the upstart outlaw, known as Layne, pay for his insolence. What followed was another fifteen minutes of brutal warfare as both Rett and Robert tried to annihilate me from the score. And it was to their great embarrassment that I walked out of the arena with a score 1 and 1/2 times bigger than their individual scores put together.
They later informed me that even though I had beaten both of them together, it did not entitle me to a victory breakdance in the parking lot.
I, however, disagree.
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Oh my! Your random rambling about nothing is absolutely hilarious! =)
ReplyDeleteSome people are just so skilled with words.
Sounds like you had fun, I wish I did not have to work that night.
ReplyDeleteThat wasn't boring.
ReplyDeleteI have to say though, you weren't clear on one point. I forgot there was such a thing as 'laser tag'. I pictured the three of you in a backyard, pretending your sticks were lasers. :-)
Although Rachel, I do think '6000 foot arena' gave it away. Not to be picky. :)
ReplyDeleteAwesome post! I smiled when I read 'shrimp', and I was laughing out loud when I got to 'victory breakdance'!
Loser
ReplyDeleteI only know one 'knifemaker'. And if he's the one I think he is, (which, based on the comment it appears safe to assume that it is indeed you, young man) then according to the account given, you, and not your brother would be the loser.
ReplyDelete=P
I did not call him a loser in regards to the laser tag game. I called him a loser for his incessant gloating. He gloated in the maze. He gloated out of the maze. He gloated in the car. He gloated out of the car. He continued to gloat, with the occasional spot of breakdancing, up until the time left to go to work and gloat on the internet.
ReplyDeleteHe's almost as bad as me!
[WARNING! THIS COMMENT CONTAINS EXTREME EXAGERATION!]
Good point Rachel. But hey, they could have been pretending there too.
ReplyDeleteHa!
ReplyDeleteI guess you earned that gloat, Layne. But I can't see how you can talk about being bored. You need to do some thinking now. How are you going to get them back in there for a repeat performance?
When you figure it out, you may also have discovered the secret to the consequence-free gloat. I await your findings eagerly.
wow....if there was any doubt before, it's gone now! Rett, I could hear your voice say every single word, and I could picture you talking with your hands as you said it.
ReplyDeleteGood job.
I still wish I'd seen the gloating breakdance though...
No, Merissa, you don't.
ReplyDeleteTrust me.