Branson, MO, and I are currently in a camp-etition. This is what fully commiting to the experience looks like. I’m just taking a Wi-Fi break at Panera while my dad/his ugly gf are at a timeshare thing that’s paying for Dixie Stampede tonight!!
Don’t worry, I’ve got a disposable cam.
You promised me crafts. I have not gotten crafts. Not only is my heart broken on this 4th of July (because I have to work all day), but I also miss you. Does anyone else want to send me crafts? I promise postcards!
It’ll happen! I got a little backed up on my crafting schedule with AG’s 21st. Now I’m out of town. But I’m sure my upcoming Branson trip will provide inspiration.
The guns didn’t actually work because the bad guy couldn’t be around firey things because of his cig addiction. I found this out when I stole one and tried to kill him (I was supposed to be dead at the time). I had to resort to seducing him. He pretended to be disgusted at first, but it totally worked; his wife was about to kill him in a gas explosion when I heard talk of Red Robin in the hallway.
They also have sub-plots, but those were less interesting.