"That was fucking AWESOME!" I bellowed after my first paintball experience, Sunday. "Buuut - I'm in no rush to pay $50 for an almost equivocal number of welts, again. Not anytime soon."
Only two days later, however, my bruises haven't even begun to fade, and already I'm realizing that I need to return to the course and solidify my reputation as a bad ass - not just a pretty boy with a great ass - if I hope to nail any of those boiz off of the field, too.
Alright. I can handle that. And it was quite a rush.
Plus, if I thought throwing a dodgeball at any he who dares to turn down me was an invigorating and primal outlet, put a gun in my hand.
APAINTBALLGUN! Just a paintball gun. Honest. No need to retreat.
Only back that thang up.