I can feel the heat rising from my body, wafting over my face. Sweat pours down my forehead, over my nose, collecting in my goatee. Breath comes only through labored effort. Watching the other two in my peripheral vision, I counter the blow coming at my head...spinning to narrowly evade the swipe for my temple. A punch comes flying at my face and I have yet to recover from throwing the last guy to the ground. I see the clenched hand speeding towards me and I wince as it stops inches from my nose. I smile despite myself and thank God that this is just practice. I'd be dead if this were a real fight.

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I can't help but enjoy the conversations that take place in this room. Here is part of one from last night:

Ed: "Yeah, but Aaron’s not a pirate."

Aaron: "I AM TOO A PIRATE…shuddup!"

Ed: "No...you’re not."

Aaron: "I’ll slit your frickin' throat landlubber."
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*I am Jack's complete lack of creativity and imagination*

I'll post something interesting later...when I'm motivated to do so. I should be doing homework anyway. I have WAY too much to do right now. So I'll just leave you with this quote:

"You make me do these tribal sounds!"
--Faye


p.s. I've noticed that allot of you are requesting porn in the guestbook. Should I be disturbed?