Blogvember

A lot of people think that I forgot but I would never leave you guys. I mean come on. It's Blogvember, it's that special time of the year where your old pal Dale sits down at his desk in his crazy fun house room of pictures and decides to tell some stories. How about it? Okay well then let's get started. It was  a late night and I was deranged out of my gourd with a full head of booms, onsie sauce and a variety of spirits. I was approached by a group of floating lobsters each one bigger than the next. They began to click their tongs in unison and I started to worry. Quickly I found a large pot of boiling water and I dove inside hoping they would follow. Much to my dismay they did not fall for my trap and I was left horribly scalded and had to endure a short stay at Illinois Masonic Medical center. However Late one night at the hospital the lobsters returned for a western style showdown in the hallway. I was out manned and outgunned. Just then the elevator doors burst open and "The Gunwerk" boys emerged. 
Now the lobsters had finally met their match. Who are the gunwerk boys? Just some guys I work with who move a lot of shit and clean shit but they all love to work hard and drink beer and drink nutrie and refer to their arms as guns. Anyway the gunwerk boys and I kicked the living shit out of the lobsters and then quickly found a humongous pot of boiling water and tossed the overgrown lobsters inside. That night we ordered pizza and drank beer to commemorate our victory. although i was very badly burned i showed the lobsters a thing or two about gunwerk. Blog Responsibly