Crossing state lines, chest colds, and black thongs. March 17, 2010Posted by jeneypeney in a little help from my friends, i'm a moron, traveling.
Seven days, over twenty hours of traveling, five state lines, $180 in gas, and a dead iPod later – I’m back, bitches!
And somewhere in the hoopla of the weekend, I was infected with the weight of a horse on my chest, manly voice, and the ability to cough up internal organs. This is commonly known as a chest cold but I’m pretty sure this is what death feels like.
All in time for St. Patrick’s day. Fuck yooooouuuu, karma!
Now, now.There’s no need to do any sort of happy dances. And wipe that shit eating grin off your face. I’m not posting anything of substance… yet.
I do have a fun story about a girl and her black thong, a guy pooping on someone’s front porch, and my real life encounter with a Hoarder, though.
I would also like to send a very, very belated birthday wish to my good friend and loyal reader, Peach.
She has finally fulfilled her dream of owning a Ford Focus and although hers is blue, I know she’s always had a special place in her heart for orange ones.
So this one is for you, Peach. Happy Birthday!