a short time to blow up

It is a short time to blog so I will just go and go with it. Metal gear is in the go mode and I can't wait to make the movie with the masterpiece Brett . YOu will love it my man. tell you the truth. I have beaten a total of 4 games in the last 2 and a half months and working on 5 now. That is why they call me pacman at work. seriously. anyhow it's december yah! so it is here to stay. Snow happened all around last night it was here in my mouth. I paint Christmas cards. SO TK and Brettley send me a add. so that oyu may recieve one or I will just send it with the Linds to meet you in the face. SOon I will be dead with work and alive in the house. All of you take a good dirt nap with the express train and see the Incredibles..........................................................
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It was fun to do that brett I will have some music .......................tristan...................................in my pants!?

whilst the red thumb rests

the following is frome Devon Legworths journal found recently in an abandoned mine ine California.

Jan. 13
I have once again traveled to the small town of Gortly only to find that all that was once there to be gone. why? I have no answers at this time but I can promise I will search the earth to find the remaining star flowers. It has been a busy travel with lots of eating and bar fights. The last week we stayed in Dagwood we fought a coyote. the group is holding up and we will soon be out of the mountians and into the homes of our loved ones. On a sad note we did lose Wesley the butcher to frost bite. Well not to mention that the yeti took of with his .....well.........him. so Our party of 12 is now just 11. the wood widdler has created a shoe for walking in this awful snow i think with his skill we can finish our journey
So as we approach the woods just outside Freemoth we ask each other the same question. Will the hungry beasts within these woods be our end or will we triumph and see our lovely town once more.

Last log entry of the journal of Devon Legworth


I took the liberty of copy this text for all of you to read cuz I found it inspiring. History shows that Devon did not make it back to his hometown but three of his fellow party goers did and told many heroic stories of the great Devon and how he had saved there lives countless times. Hopefully you will all take this text to haert and follow in Devon's foot steps.\

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