Subterranean Beefworks

Fire-engine fart

One thing that's cool about where I live is that I get to hear all the goofy noises fire engines make. There's a station right down the hill, so in addition to hearing the clammer of every major emergency, I get to hear the random electronic farting and tooting of engines returning to the station. They emit what sound like jovial robotic belches roughly half a second in duration. Sure that's not so cool, but when you pretend there is a giant, bulding-sized robot at the center of town whose purpose is to help out the townspeople and clean up the parks, Clarks Summit takes on a whole new level of cool.

Much to the dismay of nicole, I made some good progress in my werk-0ut pr0gr4m. It's still admittedly lightweight, but even adding 1 repetition to each set up pullups makes you feel godly (only to be humbled to quivering exaustion soon after by 3 five-count concentrated pushups). Ectomorphs don't get huge, though. They just get more capable and sinuey. I'll be able to hold my own in bar fights that erupt because I beat some hot girl's boyfriend in arm wrestling.

Then there's the downer of the day. I found out that I am living in the same room with 2 other individuals this fall. If you know me past my name, then I've probably bitched to you about how impossible it is for me to be happy sharing living quarters. Please, God, don't screw me here, not at Lehigh.

-payce out,
your friend for eva,
Puffbite

Bonus Foto---

Posted by Alchemae at July 3, 2003 12:53 AM