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So what the fuck happened to you?
Me: What are you talking about? I've been here all month, I swear.
Friends: :|
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So, I move-ed to Oregon.
Coos Mutha-fuckin' Bay, biatches.
Also known as Bumfuck, Oregon to mah posse.
And I have pictures!
We went from Henderson to Reno to Red Bluff to Coos Bay, relatively speaking. We stopped at a bunch of little towns (really $%#@ing little) to fuel up and cackle insanely.
We came across the Paiute (I think) Indian reservation. I didn't get a picture of the sign, but I got some of that lovely scenery!
Me: The Indians got fucked.
Dad: lulz
Note: From Nevada to Oregon, the way we went, is nothing but desert, hills, and trees.
Lots of fucking desert, fucking hills, and fucking trees.
And Orange jackets.
That's my jacket, it makes me look like an orange version of the Kool-Aid man. It does not flatter me.
And cows. Did I mention there are a lot of cows on the way from NV to OR?
Lots of cows.
Dad: Beef! :D
Me: Mooooooo =3=
This picture actually has some story that cannot be show because I was too petrified to take any shots.
There's a mountain range in Cali that has a path through it. Two lanes. It's really twisty and turny and high. I'm afraid of heights.We were in a Penske truck, which is a huge moving truck.
Needless to say, I was terrified.
First turn
Me: o_o
Inside: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
Dad: =_=
Third turn
Me: O_O
Inside: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
Dad: =_=
Fifth turn
Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
Inside: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
Dad: stfu
Last turn, where we almost lose controll of the truck
Me: SLK;AFDJL;KAESRJIOASFNDSA;LJRLKESAFHSLAKJELSF
Inside: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That is Mount Shasta. I have about fifty thousand pictures of that mountain. This is the only one that came out right.
The splotches on it are stupid bugs. They were removed by nature and a truck that goes 50MPH around sharp corners.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeh.
I missed the sign leaving Vegas, Entering California, leaving Cali, and entering Oregon.
Entering Cali:
Dad: -points- There.
Me: What? =3=?
Dad: -points- THERE!
Me: WHAT?
-Welcome to California passes just as I see it-
Me: You miserable punkfaggot.
Entering Oregon:
Dad: Don't worry, we'll see it well before we get there.
Me: >:3 I wanna be ready.
-20 minutes later-
Dad: It'll be there.
Me: zzzZZZZzzzz
-20 more minutes-
Dad: Here it is!
Me: That's a reststop station, dad.
-20 minutes-
-Welcome to Oregon passes just as we turn a corner-
Me: I hate you.
So, I decided that I wanted to get a picture of some sign.
:3 So, I got rocks.
And there's our new house!
:DDDD
Me: What are you talking about? I've been here all month, I swear.
Friends: :|
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So, I move-ed to Oregon.
Coos Mutha-fuckin' Bay, biatches.
Also known as Bumfuck, Oregon to mah posse.
And I have pictures!
We went from Henderson to Reno to Red Bluff to Coos Bay, relatively speaking. We stopped at a bunch of little towns (really $%#@ing little) to fuel up and cackle insanely.
We came across the Paiute (I think) Indian reservation. I didn't get a picture of the sign, but I got some of that lovely scenery!
Me: The Indians got fucked.
Dad: lulz
Note: From Nevada to Oregon, the way we went, is nothing but desert, hills, and trees.
Lots of fucking desert, fucking hills, and fucking trees.
And Orange jackets.
That's my jacket, it makes me look like an orange version of the Kool-Aid man. It does not flatter me.
And cows. Did I mention there are a lot of cows on the way from NV to OR?
Lots of cows.
Dad: Beef! :D
Me: Mooooooo =3=
This picture actually has some story that cannot be show because I was too petrified to take any shots.
There's a mountain range in Cali that has a path through it. Two lanes. It's really twisty and turny and high. I'm afraid of heights.We were in a Penske truck, which is a huge moving truck.
Needless to say, I was terrified.
First turn
Me: o_o
Inside: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
Dad: =_=
Third turn
Me: O_O
Inside: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
Dad: =_=
Fifth turn
Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
Inside: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
Dad: stfu
Last turn, where we almost lose controll of the truck
Me: SLK;AFDJL;KAESRJIOASFNDSA;LJRLKESAFHSLAKJELSF
Inside: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That is Mount Shasta. I have about fifty thousand pictures of that mountain. This is the only one that came out right.
The splotches on it are stupid bugs. They were removed by nature and a truck that goes 50MPH around sharp corners.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeh.
I missed the sign leaving Vegas, Entering California, leaving Cali, and entering Oregon.
Entering Cali:
Dad: -points- There.
Me: What? =3=?
Dad: -points- THERE!
Me: WHAT?
-Welcome to California passes just as I see it-
Me: You miserable punkfaggot.
Entering Oregon:
Dad: Don't worry, we'll see it well before we get there.
Me: >:3 I wanna be ready.
-20 minutes later-
Dad: It'll be there.
Me: zzzZZZZzzzz
-20 more minutes-
Dad: Here it is!
Me: That's a reststop station, dad.
-20 minutes-
-Welcome to Oregon passes just as we turn a corner-
Me: I hate you.
So, I decided that I wanted to get a picture of some sign.
:3 So, I got rocks.
And there's our new house!
:DDDD