Get Off My Lawn.

Ray is bummed today since his law firm buddies ditched him for a weekend of camping in favor of girls (they ruin everything). "Yeah, that's the reason I brought up the H2 and the rifles... wanna see the rifles?"

Unbeknownst to me, there has been an AK-47 in my apartment for a week now. Five guns total. We are officially the most fortified compound in the Marina.

And now, a rip off LCD Soundsystem:
"There's a semiautomatic at my house, at my house. Let's light it up... light-it-up."

I still have to tell a few stories. Crap. Well, that'll have to wait until I get sufficiently fed up in my cubicle... which should be within the next hour. Stay tuned.