reporting live, but kind of late . . .

So, here we are last night, waiting at Living Hope Church at the edge of town. There was a slight breeze across the open fields, but it was a nice evening. Not everyone has arrived on the scene to meet for the late night party.

Then, as Scott decided to distrupt the peaceful night and kicking up dust in the parking lots, we notice that he is no longer in the parking lot, but actually out of it and into the field. He didn't seem to be moving anywhere. So as he gets out to take a look, the evil atomatic locks atomatically lock! But Scott wasn't in the vehicle. Yes, it is true. His van was in drive, his keys were still inside, and he was still stuck in what appears to be about a foot of mud. Randy went in for a closer look. Way to take one for the team!

As you can see, the wind is blowing quite strongly now and the witnesses still look extremely hot as always. Scott is still investigating the situation in the bachground.

Don't these girls still look cool, calm and collected . . . and also happy that they get to spend extra time with each other in a parking lot as the wind is gently blowing through their hair.

And as we wait . . . why not take pictures of the tractor near the church? We were going to wait until once we got to the Talyor's farm, but why waste time? The lighting happened to be good at the time as well.

And so concludes our adventure of Scott's traped van with the evil mad monser and evil atomatic locking doors. A hero-figure (it was not batman I am sorry to report) came and opened the doors in about ten seconds, maybe eleven or twelve. It cost twenty-five dollars for the service fee. Then Scott left the evil crime scene to go wash away the evidence. Oh what a night it was!