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May 15, 2006
My Travels To SPACE
So, starting at the ass crack of dawn, eight brave souls set out on an epic journey to...SPACE! Which is in...OHIO! The birthplace of...AVIATION!
Myself, Duane Cunningham, his wench, Happy Mad Hawkins, Shaun Gray, Kyle Strahm, and Josh and Eve from...ICECREAMLANDIA! all made the journey. We set out at 7:30 in the AM, with Kyle and the Ice Cream People riding with me, for a twelve hour travel to beautiful Columbus...OHIO! Along the way, we stopped for lunch at a place called Blue Springs and had a...MILE HIGH PIE! which was actually more of a quarter mile of meringue, but hey.
Once in town, I bought a twelve pack and took the edge off, causing myself to wake up under the weight of an elephant sized...HANGOVER! We got lost a lot driving around town, first going to the show, and then Happy Mad and I decided to decorate up our table by stealing, er...borrowing a bedspread from our hotel and using it as decoration, putting a pillow at the end of the table. That got the people to come to the table, but it was Happy Mad, Duane and I's cuh-razy selling skills that made us nearly sell out of all of our...COMIC BOOKS!
By the end of the day I was waving our fat wad of...CASH! around in peoples' faces, letting them know that, yes, we made more money than they did! HA HA, fuckers! Eat that! We were doing a 'fire sale' offering all of our books for five bucks a set, and that shit just...SOLD! Best deal on the floor, hands down! MONEY!
After that, we used our fat payroll to buy dinner at a fancy Eye-talian ristorante that gave us huge-looking 32 ounce beers. We started having some fun personal bashing of each others' personalities, resulting in me hollaring at several members of the group in the parking lot, rousing attention from the locals, along the lines of, "Well, in Whineyville, USA, all of our waitresses have HUGE TITS AND IT'S ALRIGHT TO STARE AT THEM! I FUCKING HATE YOU ALL!" Man, that was some great beer.
Then, Sunday, we drove back. And got fudge from a place called 'Ozarkland', where I made fun of the girls behind the counter for being...PROFESSIONAL FUDGEPACKERS!
Good times, good times.
Posted by Schamberger at May 15, 2006 04:23 PM