Last week, Kris mentioned how he quit his job to go back to college and how torn up inside he was about it and all twelve of you had a good cry about it. Since he &@#$ed up talking about his last hitch and torturing you with slides of the same, it falls on me to get this done.
I hate it when water's this calm. You can still drown a man in it, but then, you can drown a man with a sippy cup if you know what you're doing. Waves add the sort of random element essential to taking aquatic interrogation to the next level.
This is a picture of the sun setting on his last boat ride. Before you think it's too beautifully symbolic, remember it was taken with a camera phone, so it's only classier than about half the world's pictures of my @#&*.
This one's the eponymous shipyard from Thursday's blog. Think of a shipyard as a combination business park/garbage dump. With water. I guess he wants you to know he used to work at the equivalent of a flooded back lot at your local mall.
Before I go, two more things:
1) I'm apparently @&#%ing a guy named Andrew now. Don't make jokes; I made them already, in my head, a million different ways while you were processing that.
2) The chin spike stays. It's a practical element of tactical carbon armor. I DON'T HAVE TO EXPLAIN IT! I HAVE A COMPUTER BRAIN!
Before I go, two more things:
1) I'm apparently @&#%ing a guy named Andrew now. Don't make jokes; I made them already, in my head, a million different ways while you were processing that.
2) The chin spike stays. It's a practical element of tactical carbon armor. I DON'T HAVE TO EXPLAIN IT! I HAVE A COMPUTER BRAIN!
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