[H.M. Murdock]

Yerp.

Hey, I came up with a new slogan!

Frazzle, dazzle,
who's y'daddy,
hit me, hit me,
If you dare.




*dodges all the punches and kicks coming for him*

My, aren't we all daring tonight??? No?

*runs*

[Elizabeth]

Would you please tell your brother to update his journal? Never mind, I'll do it myself.
And the definition of hypothesis in your sig is a good one!

[joey]

hello! what did I miss?

[H.M. Murdock]

Not much. I haven't had time to formulate much journal stuff lately. I've been working on a comedy story for the Devil's Due GI Joe board.

So far, it's getting good reviews.... wonder what people will think when he gets the codename 'Rimshot'.

[Befri]

You never fail to make me laugh. AH! I just noticed, I have a scar on my knuckle!

[H.M. Murdock]

You never fail to make me laugh.

A lot of people tell me that when I get into debates.

AH! I just noticed, I have a scar on my knuckle!

AGHHH!!!!! Ok... *deep breath* Don't panic! Put neosporin on it.... then the scar will magically go away.

[Befri]

Not working...

[H.M. Murdock]

Really? Wonder why...



Must..... update..... journal.........

[joey]

As supreme president of the H.M. Murdock fan club.....

UPDATE YO JOURNAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

now.

thank you.

[Befri]

OBEY!

[Lyle]

Where are all the scarey people you were telling me about.

*Ducks and covers head with hands*

[H.M. Murdock]

Originally posted by Iliv2serv
Where are all the scarey people you were telling me about.

*Ducks and covers head with hands*

I won't say directly, but one of their names starts with a J. Both in real life, and her SN..... *runs*


Stardate: 454194513427427354157614542476464646464.666


Uneventful day. However, I feel a strong desire to tell my huge ( ) audience of a camping trip I once took.....

The air was crisp and cool in the high mountainous regions, and mist clung closely to the ground.
It was such a breath-taking sight as I stepped out of the vehicle, that I though I was going to fall over....
Er... actually, I DID fall.

ANYWAY...
We immediately set about making a camp.
Hard work, that.
I personally did nothing, but instead went down to the nearby stream to make sketches of it with the excuse that 'the lighting's perfect for a sketch, and if I worked on the camp, the lighting might change'.
Really, I just drew a Marine wearing full combat gear, wading THROUGH the stream. After all, I didn't say anything about portraying the stream 'as-is', now did I?

Once we got the camp set up ('we' meaning 'THEY'), we went about searching for firewood.
Once having found a good source of the stuff, we began rolling it down the hillside to the van waiting below, where it would be loaded and taken back to camp.


In the middle of the proccess, my cousin, who was rolling wood down the hill at the time, became rather enthusiastic about his said task.
Particularly with one oversized chunk of red oak.
Said chunk of Rad Oak smashed into my head at approximately Mach 30, making me see, not only stars, but planets as well, in startling detail.

Upon waking up, I found my speach muttled.
"Erzats, flookel wok," I rubbed my head and looked around, bewildered.
"Eh? What's that?" My cousin hovered over me. Actually, all three of him hovered over me.
"Ermaph, mutzash caughrt fahr, har har har."

My cousin turned and yelled up the hillside to my grandfather: "Hey, Papaw! Jason's not feeling none too good! I think he's speaking in tongues!"

It was a typical reaction from him, the classic redneck.

They rushed me to a hospital, and the hospital scratched it's head. An interesting sight, really. Have you ever seen a BUILDING shake it's head?

When I got inside the hospital, I was diagnosed with a mild concussion. I should've known. Concussion usually bring side effects such as MUTTLED SPEECH.
My genius camping-partners strike again.

Upon getting home, I immediately went to my room to beat my fists on my bed in frustration. I had missed out on the whole camping trip cause I was in the hospital.

A knock sounded at the door.
I said the person could enter and turned to see my mom standing in the doorway.
"How was the trip?"
"Fine," I muttered into my pillow.
"Oh really? That's ni-"
I looked up. She never stops a sentence when it's in the middle.
"What's wrong," I asked, puzzled.
In reply she pointed to my head and asked what had happened.

Uh-oh. I had forgotten to fill in the dent left by the oak chunk with putty and color it the same color as my hair.

Murdock

[Befri]

That's great!

[Lyle]

You should be a writer

[Befri]

I'm thinking he already is. A natural writer. Dude, write a book and send it to me.