On saturday I went snowboarding at Bristol Mountain. it was fun. Brian went too. We went on the hill and I fell down a lot. I went snowboarding only once before.
Josiah Teal -5 1/2 yrs.
Yeah. That sounds pretty good. So I'm really not very good at snowboarding yet and I did fall a lot. I have lots of aches and pains right now that keep reminding me of that. I need to go again so I can get more skilled but it isn't the cheapest hobby in the world, unfortunately.
Yeah so... that's another post.
P.S. I knocked a little kid down.
Monday, January 22, 2007
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Urgent Mission pt.1
Yeah so... this is a new post.
Recently, my friend from the CIA called and told me that he worked for the CIA and that he needed me to go to Clifford Ave. in Rochester because he had reason to believe that there was some kind of sinister plot unfolding that could put the whole world in danger. Unfortunately for him somebody overheard him tell me that he worked for the CIA and he was promptly taken to a maximum security prison in the Mojave desert. Now evidently, my friend somehow knew that I did recon and sting operations for the Delta Force when I was just a lad, and that was semi-creepy. Anywho, I went to the location he had disclosed to me (why he chose Clifford Ave. I'll never know) and located a fellow who was waiting for me. He showed me to a secret lair, underground where I was absolutely astonished to find my brother Jim typing on a computer. Now, as it turns out, my brother was evidently part of a secret organization known as the BPF or the Bad People Finders, and they had a job for me.
YAHOO!
Recently, my friend from the CIA called and told me that he worked for the CIA and that he needed me to go to Clifford Ave. in Rochester because he had reason to believe that there was some kind of sinister plot unfolding that could put the whole world in danger. Unfortunately for him somebody overheard him tell me that he worked for the CIA and he was promptly taken to a maximum security prison in the Mojave desert. Now evidently, my friend somehow knew that I did recon and sting operations for the Delta Force when I was just a lad, and that was semi-creepy. Anywho, I went to the location he had disclosed to me (why he chose Clifford Ave. I'll never know) and located a fellow who was waiting for me. He showed me to a secret lair, underground where I was absolutely astonished to find my brother Jim typing on a computer. Now, as it turns out, my brother was evidently part of a secret organization known as the BPF or the Bad People Finders, and they had a job for me.
YAHOO!
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