usual saturday night that went not so usual - Victor Crash's FotoPage - heyya!

Whoa, a back to back update. I don't think that's gonna happen for awhile. Anyways, just thought since I'm still here at San Diego, that I might as well do another update, even though there's nothing really to update. Well on Saturday I decided to go for a walk in the forest at 3 a.m. like I usually do on Saturdays. Fun times. But this time I saw something. I took a picture but the lighting was bad, since it was 3 in the morning and all I had was a flashlight and the light of the moon. At first I thought it was a big spiderweb or something, so I took a picture. You don't really see spiderwebs that big you know. But after some inspection, I concluded that it was a ultra-top-secret military special forces agent wearing a ultra-top-secret special forces military suit that camouflages the wearer to its backround despatched to assasinate me. Right then and there, I ran up, gave him a left hook, kicked him in the testicles, and pulled out my 9-mm glock and shot him 5 times, twice in the head and 3 times in the chest. After all that, I realized that my punch, my kick, and my gunshots all went through the ultra-top-secret special forces military guy. So I figured that his ultra-top-secret military special forces camouflage suit also manipulated the atomic structure of the wearer so that it would allow the wearer to condense and/or seperate his molecules, allowing the ultra-top-secret special military forces suit wearer to pass through solid matter or become dense as platinum. After I figured that out, I ran away screaming like a high school cheerleader running away from a psychotic serial killer. That was part of my plan, to you know, distract the ultra-top-secret special forces military assasin allowing me to escape. After running for some odd number of meters, on the account that I was out of breath, I looked back to see if I had lost the ultra-top-secret special forces military agent, but he was right there behind me, muttering something under his breath, "gnieid mi ,em pleh, em pleh, deredrum neeb ev'I, redrum." Then I got mad because he was just gibbering nonsense to me at that point, so I told him off, and continued to walk at a really fast pace, because you know, I was out of breath after those few initial meters of straight sprinting. At this point, I took another picture, since I had my camera out still. So this time while I was fleeing, I decided not to look back cause I figured he would make fun of me more. So I finally reached my car, the trusty white maxima of yesteryears, and drove off. I had a glass of milk when I got home, tryin to shake the experiance I had just experianced. After some thought, I quickly remembered that I was lactose intolerant. So while running to the bathroom, I thought to myself, "I need to get out more."

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