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Yooo whats up foolishios! So I drove 14 hours to Massachusets this weekend, 14 hours back. I will now recount my epic, heroic tale, and you will spread the story through word over the generations until I become a legend, or more of one I should say.
Okay, so I get up at 5:45am, take a shower, eat some breakfast, and go to that supermarket on Harrison and Trowbridge to buy a disposable camera. And them im off, on 69, toward Flint and past it to Canadia, the land of the wannabe Americans with detatchable head tops. Got in and out no prob, got to Niagra Falls, where I went to visit the falls. I've never been there alone and had the opportunity to search around, theres a street on there SOO full of attractions, it was awesome, and all on a hill San Francisco style. This hott chick was staring at me quite intently, but I decided it would be pointless to talk to her, so we just stare flirted. Her body was like a canister of fuel for me in my tired, weakened state. Anyways, then I left and got in a minor jam crossing over to New York, where I spotted this MILF with SUCHA fine ass, and her husband looked like a swollen up dog ass, it was very sad to see her waste her beauty on such a pile of moldy horse vomit. Anyways, game on, crossed the bridge to New York, where for about 3 hours I traveled with 2 cars, we swerved in and out weeving through traffic together. I got off at a rest stop and lost my lovers. So, with my heart broken, I forged the strength to continue on. Fueled by coffee and blind with sorrow, I began to drive, well.......I was in New York, and well, when in Rome... So I guess I pissed some people off: One man, probably Sicilian in his 60s, as I passed him started to wave his hands in a crazed rage at me, and at this sight all I could do is laugh like mad and wave to the silly man. As the dust settled from me blowing past him, I saw he had not composed himself and was screaming and shaking his head, as he became but a dot in my mirror. Later on, down the road a few hundred miles or so, I came across another man towing a large boat. I was in the right lane driving responsibly as far as I could tell, when the this truck laid his horn down for about a whole minute as I passed him. But there was a slow car infront of me, so I slowed down, moved over two lanes to the left lane, and passed the truck on the left, where I laid my horn down laughing at this new crazy New Yorker as I passed him. You could tell he was pissed as hell for some reason, and I again waved and laughed very very hard as I passed by him, when he threw a small piece of trash at my car. I continued to laugh as I pulled away into the distance.
I got to my destination successfully, ate and went to sleep, next day went to my Grandmas memorial service. My dad got up to say a few words, and he, as composed of a man as he is(if you know him you know how composed I mean), was fighting back tears and choking back weeps as he recounted tales of the past. Many other people spoke and it was a very nice memorial service. Then we took my grandmas ashes and hiked them up Mount Chocorua. The walk up was 3.8 miles of pretty steep trail, VERY VERY tiring, as my very fit cousin who is living in China led the pack in a sprint. It was SOOO beautiful and peaceful, and we buried her ashes at the same exact spot as my grandpas 7 years earlier. We reached the top, where it was SOOOOO incredibly beautiful, seeing the distant mountains and rolling land. We enjoyed the cool breeze as my uncle told us a story of hiking it one day alone and doing some dope at the top. So we walked down, drove home, ate, crashed, got up next morning and left at 7am. When I went through Canada and tried to enter the USa, I encounted a nasty 2 hour traffic jam, where I grew very impatient in the 95ยบ heat. My car kept breaking down every 5 seconds during the last 30 minutes of the jam, so I was ready to kill someone. Luckily no one fucked with me, and I got through and a few hours later got home finally. BUT I had forgotten my keys in my dads car in MA, so I called Max to see if he was home, he wasn't, he driving down here but would be 2 hours. So I went to the movies and watched Bourne Supremacy(Not even nearly as good as the 1st one), and finally came home, and we celebrated returning back home. And then the 3 hott girls from upstairs came down and laid us. And then I went to sleep. Or wait, did I go to sleep THEN the girls came down? I dont know, it may have been a dream, so thats about it, now im eating chips and drinking my Coors.
PEACE MOTHA FIUCKAS!
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