Roger That

There's something that i've seriously overlooked in my shark lab description thus far...I fucking love radios.

There is simply no better way to bring out my inner G.I. Joe than to give me a walkie talkie and let me say "ten four", "roger that", "no copy", and "red team go".  I mean shit, with the last job i had the person on the other line usually told me they wanted their pizza crust crispy or their salad dressing tossed; now I'm told to relay GPS coordinates and record our current sector...hell yes.

I think this is going to be a pretty short post for several reasons.  First, tonight is happy hour/karaoke night at the bar and usually the only other night we go out other than our days off.  I sang Ramblin' Man (and yes mom I'm being serious) but only after several Kaliks (Bahamian beer).

Walsh, I know you said you wanted more details but tonight i'm tired/drunk and this is all i've got.  It's O.K, though since you still have a bunch of time at Bucknell...oh wait, you graduate soon.

T-squad standing by