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Well, the ride home was interesting to say the least. It started off days before with the harmless act of pelting each others Jeeps with Ice until Matt decided to obtain sniper-like accuracy and hit my head with a chunk of ice while moving on the highway going 65 miles per hour. A simple text to say "You're dead" was enough to cause dread and despair, yet the shenanigans continued tonight will the throwing of Hotdogs and precooked hamburger meat at our jeeps on I81 and I80. It escalated from your standard Meat Byproducts to said Meat Byproducts dipped in Miracle Whip, even getting Caleb and Phil K involved with a few well placed shots. Caleb and Phil made the wise decision to speed up and lose us while the three of us still battled on the highway.
Hux, in his infinite wisdom, thought it would be funny to piss into a bottle and spray it on Matt's jeep with a 16" plastic cooling fan running at full blast. Mistified urine covered the entire front of his jeep, so in quick retaliation, Matt dumped a bottle of Gear Fluid in the front of Hux's ZJ, engulfing the entire front end of his vehicle int he putrid, vile substance. Needless to say, Hux's windshield became an opaque menagerie of gear oil, contents of a Chef Boyardee can and assorted French Fries and he had to pull over on the side of the highway to rectify the situation.
We are a bunch of stupid fucking people, but Damn, it was a good way to stay awake on the ride home because every time someone sped up to pass you, there was an adrenalin rush to crank the windows up to avoid the entrance of hotdogs, ground beef other unwanted materials.
On the bright side, Hux's jeep will never rust again...
Hux, in his infinite wisdom, thought it would be funny to piss into a bottle and spray it on Matt's jeep with a 16" plastic cooling fan running at full blast. Mistified urine covered the entire front of his jeep, so in quick retaliation, Matt dumped a bottle of Gear Fluid in the front of Hux's ZJ, engulfing the entire front end of his vehicle int he putrid, vile substance. Needless to say, Hux's windshield became an opaque menagerie of gear oil, contents of a Chef Boyardee can and assorted French Fries and he had to pull over on the side of the highway to rectify the situation.
We are a bunch of stupid fucking people, but Damn, it was a good way to stay awake on the ride home because every time someone sped up to pass you, there was an adrenalin rush to crank the windows up to avoid the entrance of hotdogs, ground beef other unwanted materials.
On the bright side, Hux's jeep will never rust again...
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