"Road Trip!" (Props to Mike "Mad Dog" Adams) by bunnerabb 7-15-04

So, have we picked out an itinerary of states to visit, yet? Still cruisin' the brochures, my man. Oooh, check this out... From Massachusets: "Now with 30% Fewer Kennedys!" Wow. The battle for the tourista buck is heating up, man. And how... Any mention of the quality of the gas station ham sandwiches on old, I-90? Ooooh! "Iowa: Now Open Seven Days A Week!"

"Road Trip!" - Pt. 2 by crabby 3-10-06

This is the part of the trip where I let you know that I'm a registered sex offender. If we decide to get a house together and live like husband and wife then I'm going to have to report myself to the local authorities. Thats not going to happen. Oh well, I never thought it would. Right, so why don't we just get going.

"Road Trip" - Pt. 3 by bunnerabb 7-15-04

Ah, the wilds of Ohio. Filling up the old tank, sucking down a gas station burrito... this is the feel of the road! Yeah... Uh... by the way, could you please stop singing "Hey, Jack Kerouac" incessantly while we're driving? Sure, bro! No prob... here... *ahem* o/` 99 bottle of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beeeer o/` No, I don't think you understand what I'm saying... o/` If one of those bottles should happen to fall, 98 bottles of beer on the waalllll o/` Ok.. now... Listen to me VERY CAREFULLY!

"Road Trip!" - Pt. 4 by crabby 3-10-06

I'm really sorry I had to yell at you, but your singing was really turning me on. I didn't want you to see my huge erection. This is exactly how it happened in my dreams. While we're here I'm going to visit my mom, but when I get back I really want to talk about you and me and where we go from here. That sounds good to me. Just gonna visit my mother and then we'll talk. Tell your mom I said hello.

"Road Trip!" - Pt. 5 by bunnerabb 7-18-04

Dude. Look... I met this total babe and we, you know, hooked up. So, according the Book of Guy Rules #741, you have to walk home. Sorry. But... But, nothing! Dude.... you know the rules! Don't be a puss! Anyhoo, I'm meeting her for lunch, so... Adios. And try and stay off of the Kennedy during rush hour. But it's my car.

"Road Trip!" - Pt. 6 by crabby 3-10-06

Thats the story, he left with the car and I haven't seen him since. I've been walking for about 6 days now. I just can't seem to get my head straight. I hate him for stealing my car, but I respect him for being so manly and having such strong hands. He'll always be the one that got away and I will never be the same.

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