Chapter 11: …And a Slurpee and some pickled sausages “Let’s you and me go get some Carltons,” said Larry to Fred. They drove off in a flurry of screaming tires and protestations from the engine of the pimped out Cadillac, curb feelers raising sparks as Larry played curb-hunter. Half of the purpose of the Carltons […]Read more "The One About Kwik-E-Mart"
Somewhere in the wasted haze of being 20 something, I decided that maybe shit jobs at the car wash and the BK lounge were not all that satisfying. Pod and OG were finishing college. Phid’s college career was as off the tracks as mine, but we had community college bullshit. His job at one restaurant […]Read more "Oh, Thank Heaven"
FWIW, 7-Eleven, my Miller Lite 30 came in at $0.60 per can ar Fry’s. Blow me.Read more "Oh thank Heaven"
Porsche 944: what discerning police detectives choose when DUIing their ass into a rear-ender with you. No, officer, we don’t have to call it in, but the days of free coffee refills are OVER!!Read more "“No, pardon ME, detective”"
This is the Porsche 944, the best iteration of the crappy little 924 that came out in 1977. In the 80s, these were the shit. There was a maroon one driven by a regular at the 7-Eleven where I wasted part of my elongated sophomore year. I saw it up close and personal one night. […]Read more "ACID FLASHBACK THURSDAY: Smack My Ass Edition"
Your sister Buzzkill goers to Michigan State, home of frat parties, shitty football, and, evidently, religious cults. She will become the anti-you by joining a group of religious freaks. No booze, no smokes, no sex, no dancing, no touching, no unchaperoned interaction. And no fun, as far as anyone can tell. But lots of praying, […]Read more "Sparty Love"