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jammies · 06-08-2009, 06:25 PM

...18 wheeler rig with flames painted down the side. I noticed Gary was wearing a ballcap with "Free Moustache Rides" embroidered on the front, and from somewhere he had also found an old dirty wife-beater tucked into a pair of emo jeans that didn't really fit the image. I staggered up to the door and climbed into the cab, and we took off, with the midgets screaming obscenities and jerking their wee middle fingers into the air.

Soon we were on the Deerfoot doing 140 km/h and weaving from lane to lane, while Gary yelled into the CB all sorts of crazy stuff about "bears" and how he was going to "keep on truckin' and f'in 'till the Man puts me in my grave." Down on the floor I belated noticed a big baggie overstuffed with weed and another full of a white powder that probably wasn't icing sugar, and I began to feel as if my "saviour" was maybe more dangerous than even the CHUPACABRA! that he had destroyed.

The traffic slowed and slowed, and soon we were mooching along at a walking pace, and even the five pillows Gary was sitting on didn't put him up high enough to see what was happening. He leaned out the window while honking the horn, and then suddenly jerked back into the cab while pointing down the highway and gabbling in horror - "Corksucka! It's...

06-08-2009, 06:25 PM	#46
jammies Basement Chicken Choker Join Date: Jan 2007 Location: In a land without pants, or war, or want. But mostly we care about the pants. Exp:	...18 wheeler rig with flames painted down the side. I noticed Gary was wearing a ballcap with "Free Moustache Rides" embroidered on the front, and from somewhere he had also found an old dirty wife-beater tucked into a pair of emo jeans that didn't really fit the image. I staggered up to the door and climbed into the cab, and we took off, with the midgets screaming obscenities and jerking their wee middle fingers into the air. Soon we were on the Deerfoot doing 140 km/h and weaving from lane to lane, while Gary yelled into the CB all sorts of crazy stuff about "bears" and how he was going to "keep on truckin' and f'in 'till the Man puts me in my grave." Down on the floor I belated noticed a big baggie overstuffed with weed and another full of a white powder that probably wasn't icing sugar, and I began to feel as if my "saviour" was maybe more dangerous than even the CHUPACABRA! that he had destroyed. The traffic slowed and slowed, and soon we were mooching along at a walking pace, and even the five pillows Gary was sitting on didn't put him up high enough to see what was happening. He leaned out the window while honking the horn, and then suddenly jerked back into the cab while pointing down the highway and gabbling in horror - "Corksucka! It's... __________________ Better educated sadness than oblivious joy.