this weekend i travel with my dad for work... i'll never ever do it again... that's wrong, just wrong... i love my dad he's a kind of cool dad, he knows i've a piercing or tattoo 2 years later and just say: what's that?... but he's a pain in the ass before 7 hours with very bad music and a talking about 80's boring stuff... my fu.ing ipod just die... before the "hellway: nightmare's begining" we were working, i was taking pics, and he was taking video, the party was a 9 hours of hell as well with more bad music, bad food, limited buzz, and no cute girls to "play around"... i just sleep 5 hours before the "hellway part 2: the nightmare continues" at the end of the travel i told him: dad please don't ask me to work with you anymore or i'll end up hating you and you know i can... this happens 30 minutes a go...
drivemedead:
wow sounds like fun . . . . . . .