Thursday, February 12, 2009

soupy sales

Remember how awesome the art shanty's were the past few weeks? Well now It's a soup puddle out there, and a damn slick one at that. The fun's still there, it's just a hell of a lot more uncertain getting from one shanty to the next.

I reached deep in my soul and sung a mean Folsom Prison Blues in the karoake shanty, though there was advisement against it from upper management. What can I say, there were tears flowing - there were tears flowing, people. I stand by my decision, as the lake is a safer place tonight because of my actions.

Windy, cold, slick as slick gets - the whole damn place. The soup was great, thanks Linden. It would have been nice to have a bit of crusty bread though.This next photo would have been in focus, if a can of High Life hadn't ruptured in my bag and disabled a bunch of gizmos on my camera. High Life - it's what drives me, how can I be mad at its shiny golden can?

Like Velcro:

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