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Sleeping on the bus in the Circus Circus parking lot
11:37 Nick:
It's a brand new day. The sun is out. Birds
are singing. We are waiting for Tom to stop being a
little bitch and leave the craps tables.
The bus smells. Maybe we should have brought the
chicks along to do some light cleaning. Actually, it's
probably best that they didn't come. They don't have the
right kind of personalities to survive. On this bus, there
are two forms of expression: silence and sarcasam.
The only thing more fun than travelling with a sarcastic
asshole is travelling with eleven saracastic assholes.
We haven't killed each other, which is really a miracle.
The stirling engine still doesn't work. We're firing up the
bus. The bus is a biohazard. According to Frank, the
bus is alive. Jenel just ripped open a bag of oatmeal.
There's oatmeal everywhere.
Oh the humanity.
Waking up to a new day of bus
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