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8:20 Christian:
Aaron has gone silent. His first words were a request that
Jay remove his foot from his ass. When Jay would not, Aaron
proceeded to stick his foot up Jay's ass. Soon both feet were
removed.
10:20 Tom:
We have the conch.
Jay smells dissention in the ranks. Very bad. The drivers
are unwilling to drive. The passangers are demanding passage.
To log's pen is bleeding.
Primm was a hard place to be in after 7 hours. . . to avoid
mutiny we head for Barstow. The seas are rough, the treads are
coming apart. If we make it to Barstow, we may be able to contact
a rescue party. She will not be amenable to such a request.
Valentine's would have to be extra special this year. And I don't
feel like watching any movie with Jennifer Aniston in it. She is
hot, though.
Robo is good. Should I partake of Rum & Coke? Perhaps. It
may make the time go by quicker than recording our woes in this
godforsaken journal.
Jeff has erected the TV/VCR combo with some help from Frank.
Full Metal Jacket may be played. Adding fuel to the fire if
you ask me. . .
10:40 A.M. Sunday ?:
We were all talking about death, half-jokingly. But now-- it
is for real. We completely lost one of the back tires. We ahve
made it to the agricultural inspection station at Yermo.
Avi is calling AAA it seems that some expert opinions on our status
would be helpful. For those of use who woke up from the tire blowout,
well, we have tasted death. AAA is no help, the bus is not covered.
They give us a number for a tow place that can help.
Oh well, we lose.
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