I smell like wood smoke, I have 4 technicolor circular bruises across my chest, a patch of pink paint I can’t seem to wash off my neck, and a pile of sweaty, leaf and mud covered camouflage clothing in the laundry. On a more positive note, I have no wounds anywhere on my backside like the IT guys I killed, my face has a nice rosy flush, and my adrenaline level is way off the charts. In other words, I have a new favorite hobby. It was righteous! All the bad hits I took were after I had already declared myself dead. Evidently yelling "I'm out" is the best way to draw fire in the take no prisioners paintball game. I took one clean shot to the head, and a few sideswipes that were in the rules as killing blows. I took out the best player while I was being fired on in two directions, and almost got the other sniper. The contest was declared a draw, but I think we all won a day of great exercise and good fun. I also think I shouldn’t have any more trouble getting my computer problems fixed in the future. 
'scuse my language but holy crap!
ReplyDeletethat's a trophy to proud of!!!
and the bra is pretty stellar too ;)
And I was so pumped when they hit me I barely felt it.
ReplyDeleteouch! I had no idea they gave you welts like that.
ReplyDeleteThey don't hurt, but they are even more spectacular today. It was a small price to pay for the rush of the game. It was not only the most fun I ever remember having with my clothes on, I've gained a lot of healthy respect among my coworkers.
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