So my brother went to a school camp recently. Apparently, his tent mates are tall guys, and the tent they were assigned to happened to be a medium sized ones, so their legs were popping out when they sleep. As if that’s not bad enough, apparently one of his tent mates had a wet dream, and it was raining. Apparently also, he hadn’t masturbated in months, so the entire tent stank like there’s no tomorrow.
Epic lulz ensued.
On a side note, I’m getting a new laptop, awesome shit.
Haven’t really got the feel to post in a blog. I honestly think a blog is a waste of time (Ironically, this is going into a blog post). Some argued it’s a recollection of the memories of the past, that you can look back at and take a look at what you were going through back then, and how you were dealing with it. Yeah, cool story bro, I’ll had keep an offline diary if i wanted to keep track of my glorious conquest of life, because i don’t need it to be online for others to read.
Still, I think I’m going to make it a habit keeping track of shit with a blog I guess. Aperiodically post yeaaaaaaaaaaaah
Sankaku Complex
