This is not later

*EDIT* Okay, now it's later...That smirking bear is currently making off with poptart's iPod. Explanation of what we did today - friends (Poptart/Pichu/Yao/Sean Anderson) came over after lunch and we Smash Bro'ed for a while (a long while) with me saying that we were going to go biking. Which happened...eventually. When we finally got away from the GameCube it was 5:00PM and we were one bike short. Since Sean had already left by that time, we needed only 4 bikes. Down we went to the Carbon Monoxide infested basement to fetch a fourth, only to find out that the only serviceable bike was about half the size of the rest of the bikes. It was also Nasty. Not only was it spider-webbed, it had stuff growing on it and it was covered in dust and everything was squeaky. That's really not the reason why it's Nasty - it was branded "Nasty!" on the side. I put the exclamation point in. I think.

After fetching the thing from the basement of slow but sure death, I began cooking the rice...only to find out that the rice cooker I was using was a slow steam cooker. Wasted time. 7 cups of rice began cooking. After we had pumped the bike tires and my dad applied WD40 to them and adjusted the seats, we made our way towards Spring Lake...

Now let me explain what Spring Lake is. I once saw a family of ducks feeding on pizza in the pond. A whole pizza. I later saw dead ducks in there. That was before the lake turned radioactive blue/green. I believe the pond administrators viewed the pizza and ducks and small child/fish/frog/animal refuse as chemical soluble. Therefore they melted everything into one semi sentient mass.

It scares me.

Well, it would if I hadn't already completely lost my ph34r of death and injury. But you know that already.

We sat there for a while. We were bored. No one wanted to start out as It. You know what I'm talking about. The One.

So I volunteered and boosted the Games to their beginning...And that really sucked. With your eyes closed on a completely unfamiliar/asymmetrical playground...you will be injured if you play with your eyes closed. I finally tagged Yao and we played with those rules (anyone not It can't touch the ground/the One has his eyes closed/Marco Polo variations) until Yao slammed his head into a metal pole. Then we decided to cut our admittedly small losses and change the rules so that no one could touch the floor and the one who's It can use their eyes. It proved much fun. Unfortunately, we overheated and one of those damned kindergarteners busy mutating themselves in the pond must have slit one of our bike's tires, as the front was completely and utterly flat. We stopped "for a little bit" which ended up meaning "for ever" and then we left for home...with me walking the injured bike. Eventually after the pedals slammed into my shins several times, I gave up and let Dan have a go. Perry and I sped off on our bikes back to his car and came back with the pump. Then we arrived safely back at my house. At 7:00. Dinner time. We ate, with much puzzle/box hijinks and then...

SUPER SMASH BROS!

Until I got bored of that and moved to the computer, drawing the rest with my pure charisma. My cousins came. Dan was forced to give my little cousin a piggy back ride. Then they left.

And Dan never noticed his iPod, which I had appropriated and stuck in the bear's sweater.