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Tom with the megaphone trying to
get some passangers
12:00 Nick:
We just stopped at a bus stop to pick up a pasenger.
He didn't want to go to the high desert. Now we're going to
try to pick up some bitches. Luckily, we have the
megaphone along to help out.
The Tropicana? This bus is goin' to the high desert. AllllAboooard.
4:55 ?:
Here is today summed up.
We began the day with a plan to go to 'Frisco tonight.
At that point Wayne was asleep. We realized that the
diagonal route didn't exist. Thowse pussies at
yellowstone think a little snow on the road
is cause to close a road. So the new plan became swing
through Victorville & take the 5.
Needless to say, Wayne was still asleep. So because
that plan involved swinging by Mudd (within 50 miles)
we formulated a new plan -- go North to the desert & start
a fire. On our way to the desert, we made Nick's afformentioned
bus pickups. We continued to the desert when we heard what
sounded like tire detreading.
After inspection we concluded that we'd fucked up shit &
decided to continue. At this point Nick snapped. He demanded we
drive him back to the airport. This tale has only begun, but
I'm tired of writing and the Jawa beckons. Someone else
may continue this tale.
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