PAGING BA! My niece responded with this: Oh man, well as for night life here there is 4th Avenue which is where a lot of the bars are. Our night life here is lacking though. There's a ton of outdoors stuff to do, like hiking, biking, etc. What kind of stuff is he looking for?
Only outdoor thing I'm gonna be doing is probably going for walks. Maybe fishing if anybody was down to go. And hiking sounds pretty cool. Downtown in my city is badass and it's always fun to go around there to see what's up. I was wondering if there were some cool downtown spots, whether it's badass during the day or night, but mostly night. But since the night scene ain't really crackin' much...... Anything that makes the town stand out? Since it's in Arizon, and not Cali, I know there won't be any fisihing spots and probably won't be as easy to fish. And since there is no bay area out there, I can't just go up to the pier and chill or something.
I'll email my cousin and see what she says. They don't hang out that often, so she might have a different take on the city. I can also ask my other niece who just moved from there too. The younger niece is very outgoing, so I'd go with her answer the most.
We are under seige! The quite before the storm has definitely come to pass. I wonder if there will be anything good left over after it passes.
hello gorgeous woman :smt006 you're not talking about all us aussies that are turning up are you...????
I had a 2 day bout with a spider. Last night, I'm on the computer and I see a spider on the wall. I grab a napkin and try to squeeze it between the napkin, because I didn't want to splat him on my wall. "cock and balls, son of a bitch!!!!" He slipped through the napkin and onto the floor. I thought he would never be seen again. Monday 0100 hours: I'm on the computer and I see that damn spider. "Back for round 2, are we?" I say "Fuck it. No more punk shit. I'm gonna splatter your ass on this damn wall like a beast." I go to crush him and this fucker slips away from me. Bastard must've taken evasive maneuvering lessons from Muhammad Ali. I get pissed and expect to never see him again. Monday 0110 hours: I'm on the computer and her comes Mr. Fight Night himself, creeping back out for round 3. "Who the fuck are you taunting? This ain't your fucking house, bitch!" I grab the napkin and smash his punk ass on the wall. It was like George Foreman on a grape. Ali didn't teach you enough shit. You may float like a butterfly, but I hit like a Mack truck, muthafucka. I fold the napkin and notice there is no splatter on the wall. I feel like a god. The invisible forces of nature confirm my feeling. Time to celebrate by eating a pizza and putting of the last half of my essay, like I've been doing all weekend. I shall eat hearty, because tonight, that spider dines in hell. True sotry.
dont worry i got him fantastic story BA can i hire you for spider duties? was about 3am thursday night, im having a great dream when theres an almighty bang next to my head the idiot has thrown something at the wall above the bed, supposedly to kill a massive spider he procedes to turn the light on and spend the mext hour serching for it..... it was a tiddler, talk about overkill
