Hello Humans… Weegee1 here again my cousin called me at 8 last night telling me that my formatting is rather "off"
for lack of a better word. I've tried changing formatting but it just seems to stay stuck to the left side of the page. I
don't know if it's because I have dial up internet that gets 43 bytes per second (at the most) or if its because the
computer itself is from 1982 but I'll see if I can't adjust it. Also thanks to LegendCris for the help with the Bloodbath
Diablos hunting problem and Punhiki for the help with the Raging Brachydios. I also got my first review Yay! From
Mola King: Will he have his characters items/equipments/talismans/resources? The answer to that is all characters
based on fellow players will have the equipment and skills/ styles they currently have equipped at the time, as for
resources they will keep 10% of their game money and have some of the resources in the form of monster carves
everything else will disappear from their inventory. Well without further ado let's continue down this dead end road
where dreams become reality and reality becomes dreams.
Looking back on it shuffling outside in a downpour wearing Simpson's pajama pants, rubber sandals, and a short
sleeved t-shirt to close up cattle was a very, very dumb idea. I went down to the barn, now swamped with water
inside and outside to the point that it became a swamp of cow shit and straw that I had to wade through (thank
the good lord for Germ-X). It was simple to close up the cows, just pour some grain in the feeder bin and when they
came in to eat close the gate behind them. Tether up the gate with hay bale twine so that the gate doesn't fall over
or the evil 4 legged creatures will escape (laugh menacingly while working if you want to they don't care). Little did I
know that this would be the last time I'd do this quaint farm chore. After my battle with the gargantuan fecal fiend I
showered (baptized my legs in heated Germ-X) then sat down and listened to the great, powerful, immortal Weird
Al Yankovic and his "educational" music, specifically Dare to be Stupid.
"Put down your chainsaw and listen to me. It's time for us to join in the fight. It's time to let your babies grow up to
be cowboys. It's time to let the bedbugs bite. You better put all your eggs in one basket. You better count your
chickens before they hatch. You better sell some wine before it's time. You better find yourself an itch to scratch.
You better squeeze all the Charmin you can while Mr. Wimpole's not around. Stick your head in the microwave and
get yourself a tan. Talk with your mouth full. Bite the hand that feeds you. Bite on more than you chew. What can
you do? Dare to be stupid. Take some wooden nickles. Look for Mr. Goodbar. Get your mojo working now. I'll show
you how. You can dare to be stupid. You can turn the other cheek. You can just give up the ship. You can eat a
bunch of sushi and forget to leave a tip. Dare to be stupid. Come on and dare to be stupid. It's so easy to do. Dare
to be stupid. We're all waiting for you. Let's go. It's time to make a mountain out of a molehill. So can I have a
volunteer. There's no more time for crying over spilled milk. Now it's time for crying in your beer. Settle down, raise a
family, join the P-T-A. Buy some sensible shoes and a Chevrolet. And party 'till you're broke and they drive you
away. It's OK, you can dare to be stupid. It's like spitting on a fish. It's like barking up a tree. It's like I said you
gotta buy one if you want to get one free. Dare to be stupid (yes). Why don't you dare to be stupid. It's so easy to
do. Dare to be stupid. We're all waiting for you. Dare to be stupid. Burn your candle at both ends. Look a gift horse
in the mouth. Mashed potatoes can be your friends. You can be a coffee achiever. You can sit around the house and
watch Leave It To Beaver. The future's up to you. So what you gonna do? Dare to be stupid. Dare to be stupid.
What did I say? Dare to be stupid. Tell me, what did I say? Dare to be stupid. It's alright. Dare to be stupid. We can
be stupid all night. Dare to be stupid. Come on, join the crowd. Dare to be stupid. Shout it out loud. Dare to be
stupid. I can't hear you. Dare to be stupid. OK, I can hear you now. Dare to be stupid. Let's go, Dare to be stupid.
Dare to be stupid. Dare to be stupid. Dare to be stupid. Dare to be stupid. Dare to be stupid. Dare to be stupid.
Dare to be stupid." end of song. (Watch the official music video it's completely maddening yet extremely
entertaining)
After my meditaion session (spacing out while staring at a curly haired dude wearing glasses trying to amuse the
world with his parody songs) it was 10 P.M. which meant it was time for bed. After taking ma pills I was ready to
waddle on up stairs to conquer the land of nod, when grandma yelled "Jon get in here and tell me what the
weatherman is saying!". Due to me being the obedient and loving grandchild I am as well as being tired I leaned
around the corner looked into the living room and read the report that was on the screen "extreme flash flooding in
the western hemisphere expected to end tomorrow at 2 P.M. and extreme thunderstorms in the eastern
hemisphere expected to end tomorrow at 2 A.M. we will continue to update you with more news as it comes.". After
I communed what the T.V. said to grandma and gave her a forehead a kiss I went upstairs and burrowed under the
cover like a tick would burrow into a dog not knowing it would be the last time that particular channel of the news
would come in.