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So last night I went to see my cousin's band perform in a very tiny bar before he goes off for his summer job playing in another band on a cruise. And that cruise thing, by the way, never stops being unfair. (He gets to spend the entire summer on a cruise ship? BAH.)

Anyway, the band was really good, although my cousin now not only looks like Maynard G. Krebs, but has taken to smoking hand-rolled cigarettes. In any event, while they were playing some guy asked if I could play pool because he needed a teammate, and I managed not to say, "If I weren't rusty, I could probably kick the ass of half the people in this place." Then I made him look really bad by shooting way better than he was doing, and THEN I got paired up with this really cute guy who may have been a hustler because he started off an okay shot and turned into a shark after the second game, which he won for us by popping the cue ball over another ball to sink the eight. Yeah, 'cause that's not intimidating to me at ALL. (My parents had a pool table pretty much the whole time I was growing up. I'm decent when it comes to basketball, but I'm awesome at pool when I've got practice in. *sigh* I need a pool table.)

Also, one of the guys in the bar was the spitting image of Billy Boyd, which was too cool.

Aaaand then I drove home and passed out, and then I woke up and sanyin wrote The Far Horizon as a remix/mashup of On a Steel Horse and We All Make Wrong Turns for revisit_me and it is amazing. I believe there may be firstborn children and ponies owed. Mmm-hmm. *cuddles story*

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Hmm. I think I need a new Dean-with-a-book icon.

EDIT: I didn't get an apocalypse yesterday. NOT FAIR. Who do I have to kill around here for the world to end?!

Oh, that's right. Everyone.

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*is feeling particularly warm and fuzzy*

*bounds around the room making out with all of you*

*gives you all ponies and candy and porn*

*bounds off to get an ice cream cone*

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Dear graduating seniors,

OMG STOP HONKING YOUR HORNS. Yes, it's the last day of high school and now it's over. We get it. Now knock it off.

Sincerely trying not to go outside and deflate all of your tires as you drive past because it's a small town and I know where all of you live, you morons,

Me

*****

In other news, I should probably be kept away from animated GIF programs.

EDIT: There's a Rock Paper Scissors tournament on A&E on Monday night. Which is that, exactly? The arts, or the entertainment?

HA! That's a trick question, hotshot. It's both!