Frattastic

Meh. Monday.

In other news, we had our first ever semi-[insert some regular time interval here] Bocce game. What is Bocce you say? Think of it as shuffle board (minus old people) with croquette balls. Yes, it takes balls to play this sport. Here’s a nifty image of how things work in this fine game of skill and trash talking about your ball handling.

Saturday we (being Capt. Matt, Artie, Justin, and myself) decided to have a little game of Bocce on Landis Green at FSU. We figured that since we were playing on campus, we had better dress the part. Thus we donned on our best impersonation of a frat boy. It was a collage of pinks, yellows, garnets, kakis, sandals, popped collars, and front tucks.

Fratty McFratterson would be proud.

The only way it could have possibly been any better: the addition of tasty beverages and deck shoes.

There’s always next time.

I will say that Matt and Justin exhibited superior ball handling skillz and Artie busted one of his balls on a cement walkway.

We had a moment of silence followed by marveling at the inner workings of a bocce ball.

Magical.

New Strongbad Email: #136

OSLD: I was doing good until the birds came along.

The Christian Tattoo Assoc Home Page. (I really don’t have any room to talk)

Urban Wizard.

Woman survives a plunge from six stories up. Lucky for her, there was a woman on the ground floor to break her fall.

The Game Man. Game Boy all grown up.

Reflex speed measurer.

Odds are, if you have to ask the police if you qualify as a ninja, you probably don’t.