The Road Trip

I dont have much motivation for writing this detail oriented post about what me and Sparky have been up to on this trip. Cause it isnt that funny. I mean sure its been hilarious and Sparky and I have had a lot of funny things happen to us, like that one time...remember that one Sparky? Man that was hilarious.

Anyways, my point is...if you want all the details, go to Sparky's blog which you can find a link to on the right. He has already finished describing most of what we have done and all the boring details as well as his own hilarious observations.

Here are my observations in no particular order.

If Dwight came with us to Tijuana for McMahons birthday, we probably would have been killed. And we definitely would have killed that whistle blowing, tequila hustling whore that charged us money for forcing tequila down our throats...and by down our throats I mean all over our faces. Dwight would have held her down while I shoved that whistle up her ass.

Seattle is a cool city, except when it rains. And Bumbershoot is a pretty sweet festival. Although not without its dissapointments, like the price of food. Also check out my review of the Trey show on my review page.

Log Frisbee is a great game. The second greatest frisbee game ever created next to Frisbee tennis, which incorporates violence, frisbee, and tennis all into one big bonanza of fun.

MT. Saint Helens sucks. I mean you have to pay fees to do anything...Including hiking on trails. And most of the trails were closed off due to volcanic activity. I mean why else would we come to MT. Saint Helens?...to not see volcanic activity? There are a million mountains we can do that at. I hope it erupts again without warning and kills everyone who kept me from walkin on volcanic ashes and the remains of a dead eco-system.

I shouldnt ever bring my guitar camping with me, especially since I am too obsessed with it to keep it in anything besides a hard case...which results in it being heavy and bulky, thus a royal pain in the ass to carry 1.5 miles uphill back to the car.

Sparky and I are the king of road trips...cause we dont care what happens and we fly by the seat of our pants. Which is what something like this is all about. I mean one night we will be sleepin in the middle of nowhere with the threat of bears eating our delicious Spaghetti-Os, and the next night we will go see a movie and go to Wal-Mart so Sparky can get some clean clothes. Or when it starts raining in Seattle, we just leave. That'll teach god to make it rain where we are.