maybe to long of a well winded rant.

so really let us start off by giving beyond the wall an outstanding ovation. please, please everyone together now, hurray!!! 

the reason behind the applause and where i'd like this story to start... Beyond The Wall has given Team Pillow Fight the opportunity to attend a wonderful school where douche-baggery has abandoned the gender dichotomy the dude-bros so aggressively put into place and spread it though out all sexes and transitions, the kid i've been calling "The Michael Jordan Delux", the "J-lux" for short whom bought a singular michael jordan poster but was wearing a Michael Jordan shirt, shorts, socks, sandals, funny little backpack, and a visor. Let me repeat ALL SPORTING MICHAEL JORDAN in some area of the said article. Then my teammate whom i shall refer to as Tails, went thru this conversation:

DB: How much for these posters?

T: (looks them up and says whatever price they were)

DB: And how much for your number?

T: Umm, well that isn't for sale.

Which i think is a mostly standard version of that conversation but i was going to leave it up to the comments page for the best ways to respond to the "can i have your number" question. for starters you could say, i don't receive incoming calls, i only have a pager, i'm in love and we never fight, because of my outstanding circumstances i don't have time to eat, sleep, party, relieving myself via random hook-ups with stupid ass college students that i think are likely younger than my little brother. but moving forward, the hardcore kid that wouldn't shut up about nothing and shamelessly plugging his friends online jewelry  store for hardcore kids called plugyourholes.com which i haven't been to cause a few years ago i was set back on my trust meter when someone showed me two girls one cup. fake or not i listened to the cutest girl i know scream for minutes in the kitchen covering her mouth. but if anyone wants to risk going there feel free cause i'm curious but fuck trusting kids at a college, really for anything. any one ask for directions? that's a fun game. 

what else has beyond the wall given to us, ah yes, the lunatic asylum (they showed Tails the morgue!) where we got to meet up with Team Wolfcry, whom were creating a paperwork scene that looked mostly like what would happen if El Nino were to team up with a handful of pokemon and fight Eminem and Ken Shamrock in a game call "Let's Throw Paper" in their room. But ups on the stereo system, tell me when Van Halen is coming to town. I swear they have the set up to accommodate for that. and yes to keep theme to this post we can call me Sonic, so it's true that Tails accosted me with both hands and a mouth full of spewing words through the door, down the hall, stairs, hotel, parking lot and into the Ryder truck. Thanks Chip for providing a temporary sanctuary, it is now tainted.

anyhow, here is something completely surprising. today we reach projection and ten percent, fucking got us. but let's just hold back a second for victory and analyze what really happened. today sounded awful and held nothing back in getting that to us. the only good part was the sale started at 11a.m. kind of nice. but here's where the bowl of wet dicks came as the appetizer for us. who has had the sale where you set everything up where the  sponsor says to just to have to move it all again? well we had half of that but with a side of raging rivers water park. the tents we were using cause, oh yeah, it's an outside sale had filled themselves with water from the previous night and needed to be emptied cause they were a safety hazard. so we had to do a double load truck move bullshit for like twenty feet so that the water could be pushed out the top and make the ground wet. so we move and then Sonic has to help push the tops of these tents with a giant metal stick and i use stick cause it was the farthest thing from a pole i've ever put my hands on. and as the group of us, in the middle of the sale, start pushing underneath the tent to release all the glory that came down last night stupid fucking college kids just walk underneath like sticks and ladders aren't a fucking clues as to what is about to happen. and fuck if i'm going to warn them but their friends sure will. DAMNIT. so we push the water and that is that. move all the tables back under the tent and commence with the sale.  but then like all sales that are going to be more fortunate than failures you never know they are coming, so why would we have enough change to proceed without any impedance, that's right cause we didn't, fools. and why would the school have a place to get change or why would anyone who works at the school know where in the school to get change or why didn't someone just say so so that i didn't go back and forth, back and forth, back and forth and then to the back not even two blocks away. thank you part time security guard sleeping in the lawn chair instead of watching the, the, whatever the fuck you were supposed to be watching. next up on our list, rain, why not. but only long enough to make us move completely cramped under the tent and disappear for the rest of the day. thank the fuck you. and then the power supply after four hours of being the raging beast we know them to be, didn't just threaten to quit but with a towering beeeeeeeeeeeepppppppppp stopped being friends, didn't burn the bridge but set off more explosives than all the Rambo movies together and went to bed. fuck that. especially since right after that we found not one, not two, but three outlets that were in our range of use. moving forward simply, student helpers = three forks at a dinner placemat = fucking useless. and then the heat wouldn't let up. and kicked out ass all day, all day, and all day. then it was time to pack up and go to hometel. today was great. i would keep on keeping on but i'm going to poison myself into sleep and hopefully wake up tomorrow and do it all again. 

but the part where Beyond The Wall really took the time and warmth in their hearts to show us they cared, they hooked us up with a Days Inn that is right next door to a Red Roof Inn. 15 miles from the school with a hotel next door. Thanks for the supreme upgrade. goodnight and goodluck.