...and what rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards bethlehem to steal your lunch money? that's me jerks!
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
where in the united states is scoop?
so as the basatard may have mentioned, scoop, left hand rob's predecessor at selling bullets seven times a year. has departed from hell's waiting room and she heads east by monkey powered toyota corolla along with her copilot. hopefully leaving a trail of destruction in their wake.
almost immediately on their departure, i was getting updates on their location.
scoop: "At n n out but we no no in nv or ca. I'm a free woman full of beef"
bastard: "that is the greetest phrase ever", i replied
then it hit me to come up with a map. left hand rob thought that it should look like one of those indiana jones maps. so here we are so far:
received a text on sunday night that went, "me at venetion now, i wanna get on the marg barg and play crapz. developing..."
2 hours later scoop tell me that she won cash money at the craps tables.
last we leave her, she went to the grand canyon yesterday and ended the day in flagstaff.
developing....
—the bastard
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Go speed racer, go!
yeah it izzzzzzzzzz
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