KaliDoom manned the wheel as I commandeered the disc changer. The bucket seats had caught afire somewhere back near Greenwood, and our asses burned, but fuck it, no time to put it out. Indianapolis was a memory: We were halfway to Louisville at the Invitation of SGKY, and like Tufnel's amps, our anticipation went to 11.
And what a blast. Met the incredibly cool and ultra-cute SGs Maddy, Melly, and Poison. I met Dirtlits, throwabomb and whole bevy of other nice people whose names were unfortunately stolen from my brain by the nefarious Captain Morgan.
Yes, That villianous Cap' Morgan along with his cronies, the Vanilla Coke Brigade, kidnapped my reasoning and locked Kali's driving ability in an adamantium reinforced two-liter. He would not let us leave Kentucky. John Carpenter and Snake Plisskin were even shaking their heads and muttering, "Damn, you're screwed." It was decided a retreat was in order.
Hotel. Fast.
Luckily, two wickedly cool guys drove us to a safe location at the Holiday Inn where Kali and I could recover our wits.
...And of course we made out.
Morning came. The Captain, scourge of Livers that he was, was nowhere to be seen. We were safe. And so we returned home, the seats extinguished, our bellies wounded but healing, and the Weezer in the speakers kicking the pants offa the slow lane.
Poison was right, I must be lucky. For as rad as the party was, Sunday so far has been even moreso.
More later...
And what a blast. Met the incredibly cool and ultra-cute SGs Maddy, Melly, and Poison. I met Dirtlits, throwabomb and whole bevy of other nice people whose names were unfortunately stolen from my brain by the nefarious Captain Morgan.
Yes, That villianous Cap' Morgan along with his cronies, the Vanilla Coke Brigade, kidnapped my reasoning and locked Kali's driving ability in an adamantium reinforced two-liter. He would not let us leave Kentucky. John Carpenter and Snake Plisskin were even shaking their heads and muttering, "Damn, you're screwed." It was decided a retreat was in order.
Hotel. Fast.
Luckily, two wickedly cool guys drove us to a safe location at the Holiday Inn where Kali and I could recover our wits.
...And of course we made out.
Morning came. The Captain, scourge of Livers that he was, was nowhere to be seen. We were safe. And so we returned home, the seats extinguished, our bellies wounded but healing, and the Weezer in the speakers kicking the pants offa the slow lane.
Poison was right, I must be lucky. For as rad as the party was, Sunday so far has been even moreso.
More later...
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cassie11:
*waves* hi new friend...u r not caught in the worst time warp ever...cus im a crazy one just ask kali
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Hurray for poop!