you’re right. somebody catch me if i fall asleep right afterwards!
We live in an age that reads to much to be wise, and thinks too much to be beautiful–Oscar Wilde
Daaaaaamnnnnnnnnn appropriate sig there Falcon… now who’s this Neal Peirt Dude ??
Hey, we’re on the road now ? Lemme drive ! They’re never gonna arrest a European for driving drunk. You know, respect for the Old World and all.
Awwwwwwwwwww shit… it’s one of them lame automatic things…
Lessee now…
big gulp from the old Jack
“R” is for Racing, right ??
Buckle up !
Coldfire
“You know how complex women are”
- Neil Peart, Rush (1993)
The Boys Are Back in Town
The Boys Are Back in Town
The Boys Are Back in Town
The Boys Are Back in Town
(Thin Lizzy)
yeah, yeah woo!
The boys are back in toooooowwwwnnnnnnn…
after fucking up the tranny
Yeah, this one seems appropriate… Rush, Test for Echo. Track 2.
“And it’s my turn to drive…”
Coldfire
“You know how complex women are”
- Neil Peart, Rush (1993)
BRAAAAAP!!!
You got it, ColdFire, and the “P” is for “Passing”…
Now, let’s round up all the pissers…don’t wanna leave anyone behind…Let’s see now, there’s Sue…there’s Christy…there’s UncleBeer…ummm…there’s Falcon (whew! She’s got all the Rush CDs :D)
OK, is that everyone?
OH MY GOD!!! WHERE’S JOSH??? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.
wakes up
Hey, you know, I appreciate whoever tucked me in after I passed out, but did you have to use Flypsyde’s toga?
Hey, where are you going? Can I come?
I wanna ride on the hood, and feel the cool fingers of the evening breeze caress my burning flesh.
Oh, God, somebody stop me before I strike again.
Tequila! More Tequila!
This space for rent.
:::the Environmental Protection Agency Emergency Response Team van pulls up just as the convoy, led by the hijacked beer truck, disappers in a cloud of dust and empty beer cans::::
The first scout in full-body Ghostbusters protective gear enters the wreckage of the house easily, as the front door promptly falls off its remaining hinge.
He stumbles out, choking and gasping, with hideous substances caked ankle high on his boots, and clutching a stuffed moose head with a burnt, shaved, drunk cat taped to the antlers.
:::choking through the microphone in his mask…“Good GAWD! Call for more units! I can’t even identify what’s in there! Whatever it is, not even the filters and rebreathers are handling it!”:::
He throws up in his mask, to his dismay most of all. “We may have to burn this place! Looks like someone already started in, I guess it used to be a couch…”
Other units scatter, some to discover sleeping bags in the woods covered in stains, oddly resembling crushed cheese poofs mixed with melted Crisco, beer and bear jerky.
It is concluded that the terrorist activity was the probably cause.
On the road again, I can’t wait to get on the road again…
Whoooooooooa! Hey Metro! Hang that butt out the window! There is just not enough room in this vehicle for the green-weeper farts, okay?
OK Y’all, IRL, I’ve driven abunch of 65* blues musicians and Hasil Adkins on tour, so I’m up & ready to drive…everyone got their medication??? Let’s go…and remember this at the border, “Aggarante la borracherra!!!”
Um, wazzat? Elelle’s drivin’ and Cecil Adams is aggravating the bogus nachos?
Say, did we bring that little naked woodchuck thing?
:::punches Wally in the arm:::
SLUG BUG YELLOW!!!
Hey CanadianSue… we kind of liked it better when you were undressed and ready to roll.
I’m just gonna catch a few Z’s while we travel… wadda you mean I’m driving???
Anyone know what state we’re in?
Christ, John, how did you hotwire this thing??? Help me out!
Hey! Cristi’s got the deer head wired to the grill!
John! Help! Believe me, this trip’ll lower yer purity score to absolute Zero…
huh? what’s happening? huh? such a. . . oh fuck it; I’m going back to sleep. Who the hell was I using as a pillow? Ah yes. G’nite.
Clothes on… Clothes off… geez would ya make up your mind lol… Just get some more beer please!!
“Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.”
:: Pops The Ramones first album in the stereo::
Nothing beats “Blitzkrieg Bop” for travelling music!
Yer pal,
Satan
HEY!
The keg don’t fit in the drink holder!
OK, Sue. “Clothes on” for now. “Clothes off” for later, m’kay?
Now don’t Bogart the tequila, y’all.
You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.