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Volume 2, Issue 3 3/1/12 -3/20/12
ROAD TRIP! or, how I learned to stop worrying and drink more bombs sevin ketze wrote this
Day 1: School's out! Man, what an awesome start to break! I kicked it off by having a HUGE book and notebook bonfire. Never gonna need this shit again, right? I thought about selling them back, but I just would have gotten a few bucks for each one, and this was waaaay more satisfying. Gonna get fratty on Natty and pass out in my pool. PEACE. Day 2: If somebody had told me that this punk-ass school used semesters instead of quarters...god dammit. Whatever, man! I'm not gonna let that ruin my good time! I'm heading out tomorrow on a road trip with my buds Jonesy, Fratrick, Slood, Dude, Crazy Carl, and DJ DJ. Goin' to AmsterdaAaAaAaAm!!! I don't know if they have internet there, so this might be my last entry until I get back. Woooo! Day 3: Okay, so I guess the bridge to Amsterdam doesn't actually, you know, exist. So, we either have to get there via boat like it's 1920, or take a plane, where they don't let you have a boom box or bottle rockets or ANYTHING cool. Shit. We decided to reroute to San Francisco instead, so we can spend our free time getting in fights with liberals and smashing their mailboxes with baseball bats. Screw taxes, man! That's my DAD's money to give to ME, not the GOVERNMENT! Day 4: Woke up next to some CHICK. Told her to get LOST. Stole some gift cards from her PURSE. Bought myself some new HEADPHONES. BEATS. Called that bitch UP. Told her I was sorry and I wanted to see her AGAIN. Hooked UP. Stole some more GIFT CARDS. Sold 'em to some guy for CASH. Kicked his ass and took them BOTH. Bought some more cool SHIT. Day 5: i ate pot brownie and i got really feel really -gas (best octane) -don't forget to get chocolate milk -chocolate milk -teddanson from cheers, dtf Day 6: My mom called today and said I had to come home because my aunt just died. I was like “What? Whaaat? I can't hear you, the reception is really CRRRRKKK bad CRRRRRK” and then I hung up. I'm not gonna bail on SB for some dead chick! She wasn't even one of the ones that gave me birthday checks! But she kept calling back so I had to turn my phone off. I tried to turn it on later, and she was still calling. I guess I'll have to leave it off for the whole break, like it's 1920 or something. Did
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I make that joke already? Shit, whatever.
son of a man like THAT that something's “not gonna happen.” Hell naw. I get what I GET.
Day 7: Gettin' the HELL outta Cali! This place is not at ALL like that show. Instead of a bunch of rich, hot, tan chicks, it's just a bunch of middle class, hot, tan chicks. Ugh. Anyway, we're gonna stop in Vegas and try to recreate the plot of The Hangover. Just the “getting really drunk and taking drugs” part though, none of the crazy antics or funny bullshit. Day 8: Spent the night in jail. It was pretty baller. I met a couple of Russian prostitutes and a dude who could swallow his own tongue. I gave the cop $500 on my way out and told him to make sure this whole thing is forgotten about. Dumbass pig told me that wasn't gonna happen. Good one guy; my dad owns almost every P.F. Chang's in the tri-county area. You don't tell the
Fatty, Spicy, Awesome Stuff
Day 9: Spent all day driving. Man, this break ended on a really crappy note. First, we ran out of road beers in a dry county, so we had to drive sober like a bunch of Illini. Then, DJ DJ started having another one of his “seizures.” Nice try buddy, but we know you're just calling it a seizure to cover up your little spazzy temper tantrum. He thinks shitting himself is gonna make me buy it, but NOPE. Anyway, the icing on the cake: My MacBook Air ran out of hard drive space. So I had to get another one, and man, carrying around two is HEAVY. Well, I think that's it. So I-oh yeah, I forgot, Jonesy died on like the third day. We just thought he was still out partying, but, nope. Dead. Cool guy, but what can I say, that's what happens when you hold your booze like a lil' BITCH. Anyway, PEACE.
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