Paintball!

RAARRGGGHHH!!
It was my stag do on Saturday and me and few mates went paintballing.
What a ridiculous thing to do. You're crawling through a stinking, filthy muddy ditch attempting to fire small pellets of paints at someone you can't see who is doing exactly the same thing to you. I've got bruises and aching bones and my calves are killing me.
I can't wait to do it again, brilliant.
Of course, having an enormous hangover on Sunday didn't help either, and I was fit for nothing on Monday, but it was an excellent weekend and a fitting send of into married life.
This is odd.