Killer Wasps

ACT ONE:
So here I am spending yet another night at Doug's house. We watched The Day After. Cold War-era movies about nuclear war = supreme.

Doug's dad proved to be not-so-supreme at killing wasps, especially when his method of death involves him slightly tapping his target with the sole of his sandal. The infantry, consisting of Doug and I, failed miserably. Friggin' wasp.

ACT TWO:
After an intense round of Battlefield 2 with Doug, his dad, and myself, me and the president watched Kill Bill Vol. 2 and forced ourselves through some of Jurassic Park 3. What a bad movie, honestly.

We were gonna play Counter-Strike. We might still. Right now we're contemplating over music.

Oh, and we got that wasp. And it's smaller bretheren. Take that, Doug's dad.