Hey I’m going to be in Cozumel this weekend so look me up if you get a chance. Since I’m looking for a new job, I thought I’d check this opportunity a friend mentioned–something about a “burro show” She said I give the burro a ride but I’m sure she meant it the other way around. Anyway, it sure sounds like fun. I really love animals.
If you see me passed out on the beach, wake me up if I need to turn over. I’ll be the one with the empty tequila bottle at 10 a.m. I’ll recognize you by the cynical look on your face, and the clogs.
Coldfire, what part of Mexico you goin’ to? If it’s the West Coast there are some kick-ass fishing trips (if you’re into that sort of thing). But watch out for the Swordfish, there was a stopry about one that speared a fisherman not too long ago.
Hey you guys, hold that car to Moscow - I not only speak the language, but can drink most Russians under the table!
Goodbye: “I hate you all and I’m leaving the boards!”
Hello: "SDMB Moscow Road Trip in Coldie’s Shiny Peugeot!!"
Starting in Amsterdam, hometown of Clog Boy…
Wooooo hoooooo!!! This baby handles good!!
CURB CHECK!! Oh that’s gotta suck on the alignment! Veb, let Beatle at least have one hand free so he can pass out beers and munchies.
Osip, leave the hookers on Canal Street alone, or at least choose one for the road.
Hey, y’all! Save some of the bottle rockets for Paris!!
Persephone or Falcon, either of y’all can take over when we hit the French border. I think I swapped paint with that last windmill but I figure rubbing compound should smooth out that five foot gash. Someone gonna help me hammer out the dent in Coldie’s hood caused by Beatle’s keg? Anyone?
At least we missed the Royal Palace with that last curb check and run onto the sidewalk. Thank god for those storefronts!
Hey are those blue lights in the mirror getting bigger?..
Oh, goody! A road trip! Got room for one more? Huh? Pleeeease? I’ll help drive if needed, and I’m good at passing out drinks in a moving vehicle <don’t ask>.
Plopping down next to VB, wearing her best purple tank top and shorts, pbear grabs a beer, hands it to VB, and tosses a JD to Falcon. She then grabs a wine cooler for herself, and starts to ask everyone else if they’d like a drink, only to find herself being smacked in the face with her own hair. Mmmmmoorrphhhtt!! Help! I can’t see!
Oh, thank you, VB. Guess I should put my hair up, eh.
Oh, Coldy, I’ll make sure that no one hurts your baby, 'k?
Much…
he he he…find 'em and grind 'em, Falcon! I didn’t know a fully-loaded Peugeot could jump a canal like that. :eek:
Found the last of Coldfire’s Rush CD collection in the glove box along with a box of Mentos mints :rolleyes: . Will try to bribe Russian border guards with 2112 album. We should get a few cases of vodka and maybe a surplus nuclear submarine, if we’re lucky.
Figuring out if Falcon should just rush the guards at the French border. I don’t think they’ll open fire all at once and this puppy has some zip to it.
Falcon has evil glimmer in her eyes. She can’t drive 55. Oh well, I’ll put on this Allman Brothers CD with Jessica on it for Persephone. Carload of Dopers, running out of beer and Cheetos, running on empty, Dutch police hunting us down like dogs, it’s midnight and we’re wearing sunglasses…
Bluepony…don’t you DARE give away those Rush CDs. You forgot, I’m as big a fanatic as Clog Boy.
And hell with rushing the guards at the French border, I figured I’d just go topless and distract them. Think that’ll work? waits for answer, then looks over and sees that Bluepony is rather…distracted himself. I’ll take that as a yes.
And thanks purp! downs JD Woohoo! DAMN this thing goes fast!!!
Hide the M-60 and the beer keg! Great video of Beatle strafing tulip beds. We can get by these Frog border guards, I saw Casablanca enough times…
Everyone try not to look conspicuous. Well, Falcon and Purplebear, do the best you can. :rolleyes:
Ah, bonjour Monsieur Gendarme "We are associates of the renowned M’sieu Froi Feu of the Netherlands. We wish to transit your fair country en route to our final destination of Moscow!
In the distance, you see, is a Dutch police escort about to offer us assistance in these trivial international matters of passage. All our credentials (waving Sam’s Club Card) are obviously in order, n’est-ce pas? We do not wish to wait for our escort, they will catch up to us somewhere in Paris. oh shit, they’re not buying this…
:::spraying border guards with last suds from beer keg:::
FALCON, FLOOR THIS BASTARD!!!
(gunshots, bottle rockets, spilled Cheetos, and more 9mm submachine gun dings in Coldie’s clear coat car finish…)
We can bondo those bullet holes. Is there a Taco Bell between here and Paris? I feel like a chalupa…
