A long time ago...
...In a park far far away (after all, it was Port "f'ing unknown" Orchard) a lonely wilderness "ranger" (for lack of a better term) stumbled in the pathway of a band of brothers so fierce, so complex, that even her kind was able to feel the sheer presence of manliness. Her kind, you ask? Yes, her kind. This wilderness ranger (henceforth referred to as The WD) had no idea the treasure she had fallen upon and instead insisted upon competing with this fleet in a testing of wills. After this portrayal of brute force, some brave, smart soul bursted out "How many warnings do we get before we get kicked out of this place?" Perhaps not the wisest question in the given situation, but we will give our Godfather the "I am so vast" award for the day. To which The WD replied, "I don't really know, but does some one smell Febreeze?" I'm not really sure what she meant by that, but it's beside the point. The point is this, my friends: With these great minds together on one blog, there is no telling how the world can and will be changed. I appreciate the invite to the blog, although, I don't believe I deserve it. Well, strike that, I was one of two men with enough mastery of the male hormones to follow our Godfather into what has since been coined the F'ing Unknown. Yes, I was there. I beheld it's vastness with my own two eyes. And, I am forever changed. Yet, I digress. My challenge to you fine men is this: Blog, blog as though you know what you are saying. Take our Godfather, for instance: He published a post entitled "Why we exist?" Now, do any of us really believe that the Godfather knows why we exist? Or, do any of us even believe that the Godfather can engage in a conversation about why we exist? I know I don't. But the point is he posted it. Let me give you an example. I'd say that Sting is really one of my heroes. I don't really listen to his music, but the fact that he's out there making it...I respect that. It's the same thing with our Godfather. So, let's follow his brave lead (as only two of us did on that fateful night) and get some legitimate posts out there. (By the way, being that Justin was one of the other members of the original Unknown Crew, I fully support his complete membership and involvement in this project!) /In conclusion, I'll second the Godfather's call for real posts on real computers by real people with real problems in real places. These kinds of things must be spoken of: Garrett: Getting married soon? Nervous? Tell us! Cody: Long day in the clinic? Crazy marital hijinks that may help the other newlyweds? Tell us! Elbrecht: Wood issues? Trailer get crashed again? Cows running wild? Tell us! Justin: Screenplay! Now! Dammit! You get the idea. Well, I'm not sure about Elbrecht's Wood Issues. But, you know what I'm saying. And that's it, I'm done. I'm too tired...I'm too hurt and angered to go on. And, let's be honest, I'm talking to my self here too guys. You think this post means anything. Think again. Thompson, Out.
posted by Anonymous @ 6:00 PM
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a couple things to my friend tyler... 1) I emailed your dad today for some advice on scout school 2) I am glad you are here and 3) VBF
Freakin Tyler.
Welcome.
Cool man, I dig your vibe
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