and the motherfucker was closed! no message on the machine no notice or flyers and i am fucking pissed. i drove all that way out there and on the way back some fucking country bumpkin lost the boat out of the back of his truck because he cant affurd a trailer. come to find out the poor guy was so drunk from fishing all day that he couldnt strap the poor boat in the truck...awwwwwww......and for that i called FHP and hopefully he wont be driving any time soon.

so i went to pauls house and picked up his mail then stoped by books-a-million and bought the new turbo and super street and the newest issue of stuff and the best of maxim so now i have some reading to do. oh yeah also got me a chocolate milkshake from steak-n-shake

 

all that way..its your exit..

 

Oh stop bitchin. You needed the exercise.

 

I dont buy this story for a minute. You just drove out to get a chocolate shake. Afterwards you felt so guilty for indulging in all that chocolatey goodness that you had to lie to make yourself feel better. Its okay man your chocolates bitch...

 

actualy my sole purpose for going was so i could meet mr cornish game hen himself but thanks to BMP and thier fucked management i was not to meet the man the myth the legend in his own mind .

and just so you know the chocolate shake was soooooooooo damn good i had the chubby white chick add some extra whip cream in it well she said thats what it was but maybe she rubbed something into it:confused:either way i drank that sucker down and kicked back and read some of my super rice.....errr i mean super street magazine.

and now i am on here getting used to seeing my new name isnt it a purty name.

 

well right after i wrote you back i got off the computer right until i left for the track. it was a nice drive out and it would have gotten rained out anyways it started raining here at my house at 9:30 so its ok i guess. i still didnt get to game hen hunt