like the wolf baby, like the wolf
So here’s what’s gonna happen on the van ride to the Philly race/Florida.
The van is Me, Drew, Keeds, Fat Daryl, Gray, Lipka, Obey, Coupe and Austin.
Many things are going to happen. For one, we’re probably all going to die from Obey’s gas.
Keeds tweaked out on the six-hour ride back from New Jersey, so there’s no telling what’s going to happen to him on the way to Florida. I’m pretty sure that he’s going to start going insane in the Carolinas. By the middle of South Carolina, he’s going to slow and quietly start mumbling “keeds” to himself in the back of the van. By the middle of Georgia, he’s going to be totally gone, just saying keeds the entire time while making the hand shaking motion.
It’ll be like an autistic person on coke.
We are also planning on having a gun hanging from the ceiling from a piece of string, just to ensure bloodshed by the time we hit the sunshine state.
Fat is probably going to get naked by Virgina, take the gun and treaten to kill anyone who turns off Gary Numan as he spends the next 18 hours dancing, covered in baby-oil and gyrating against other members of the van, the entire time waving the gun about like it’s some kind of party favor.
Ken thinks that I’m just going to snap. I’m going to go “Huh?”, my right eye-brow will raise, and the van will flip over as it’s driving in a straight line down 95.
I haven’t figured out what’s going to happen in the other vans. The basic idea is that each van will be like it’s little own soap opera. Except ours will be gayer. With full on hardcore anal penetration.
i’m not gonna lie, i feel a little left out.
don’t worry, there’s enough hardcore anal penetration for everyone