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My car was out of comission this weekend due to some registration issues and thus my long weekend was indeed long but lame. Sunday night the incredible rintastic and her beautiful beau circle came back to the wonk for a visit. She brought me pocky and cherrry patches because she is the awesomest ever.
After gaining a sufficient pocky high we headed out to visit my baby calf, which circle affectionately named Mr. Mooser, even though under closer inspection I discovered it was a Mrs.
Then it was time to cruise around in my moms car and pick up the rest of the gang like yellowdays and our friend who is the self proclaimed Queen of Dirty.
We then bought pilsner from a small asian man who owns a liquor store that resembles my grandfathers hunting lodge. Stocked with cheap beer and cloves we headed over to an old church steeple which we deemed the perfect place to indulge our vices. We drank and smoked and were generally merry people but decided that we needed to go on a wild goose chase for a red car with flags and burger king crowns on it that we had spotted earlier. After much searching and a mini crime movie filming we still had not found said car.
All the pil finally cuaght up to rin though and a much needed potty break was taken at a local timmy hos. All was going well until rin tried to bludgen me to death with a bathroom door. So i dumped her sorry ass off at home and told her she smelled funny and I never wanted to see her again.
THE END
PS Mrs. Mooser died on monday of over heating and starvation I am guessing. ( I knew I couldnt have a whole update without some crappy whining in it)