dodgeball

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it just crackes me up, they want to play a game again and again where they will inevitably get hit and then start crying. everyday for at least an hour I perscribe the kids a game of intense "prison dodgeball" where on average 1 kid per 2 rounds will cry, which sadly adds up to about 3 or so an hour and only accounts for 1/3 of all crying incidents per day. The point of the story is watching them cry is hilarious.

No entry found for dadsploitation.

This is the message I recieved from dictionary.com as I tried to look up a word in david's blog. At first I thought, what went wrong, how can it not be a word, I am not stupid so it must be david's fault. Needless to say, I'm an idiot.

Back from the Toilet of America

I got back from Northern Neck, Virgina today and was surprisingly tired. We(I went with Eli and Ashleigh) got there at around noon on monday morning and started things off right with a little bit of row boating which was fine except that, pardon my french, it was hot as balls, and my balls were twice as hot as that. Ashleigh's family owns a little 2 bedroom house in Pretty Point which is a community of houses right on the water. The house itself can best be described as "under construction" as there are no door knobs or maybe the house was just designed with "pervert holes" as I affectionately call them.

The rest of the weekend was devoted to: watching a few movies such as Spiderman 2, Lost in Translation, and Four Rooms; eating pasta salad; and playing golf. So in short, it was the greatest 2 and a half day trip I have been on in a while.

Back to why Northern Neck is a toilet. It's not that it is dirty, but everyone in and around it is. However, the lack of "The Man" is what I love about it, and you don't deal with things such as "traffic" or "people with teeth".

My favorite thing that happend while we were there was while buying groceries at the Northern Neck Food Lion. An elementary school class was on a field trip there. I can only assume that they got to see the awe inspiring workings of their local food shoppe like never before, except for when they are there with their own parents once a week, every week, for their entire lives.

My Original Provisional License

My Original Provisional License
Originally uploaded by robbie g sic.

Here is my untouched scaned in photo that I probably did in the early 11th grade.