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So I FINALLY got my license. It was pretty much the coolest thing ever.
I picked Regina up after school and hit up my very first drive-thru (Wendy's of course). But we're sweet and went inside with our food and got our own forever ours table out of the deal. Soon after our heros nourished themselves they set off on the greatest adventure of their lives...and of all time. I went the wrong way home and then the wrong way halfway to Freehold Mall, and we still couldn't find the infamous Stone Museum Sign Intersection. Then I realized that's it's five minutes straight past my house down 520, so I did illegal turns out of wherever the heck we were and we followed the sign's right arrow for practically forever. After about a zillion years of going down the same road and seeing no signs our brave pioneers of both time and space gave up and went home. But not before driving down about seventy-eight different shady roads with sucky pavement and swerve-worthy scenery. It might have been the best adventure ever. Finally our space cadets arrive home and Google the Stone Museum and it turns out that it maybe burned down in 1997. And it was in Monroe. But they had flourescent stones that all glowed in the dark and shit.
Then Dr. Are and Dr. Vee got paged to go pick up the grand'rents at the train station. And who should they encounter there but Garth Barf and Andrew K., up to no good as usual. There was a brief rendevous at an undisclosed deli location and hair was touched and cyas exchanged. So we dropped off the elderlys and I went to take Regina home but then some douchebag Dominos guys were all up in ma grill (why are there two of you?), so me and Regina calmly proceeded to tailgate them into Keansburg, high beaming the fuckers the whole way. They did a sneaky turn around down a side street so we bolted the heck out of there and finally bid our adieus after a hard day of wasting gas and being really good-looking.
"What are you gonna do today?"
"Whatever I feel like doing, GOD."
I picked Regina up after school and hit up my very first drive-thru (Wendy's of course). But we're sweet and went inside with our food and got our own forever ours table out of the deal. Soon after our heros nourished themselves they set off on the greatest adventure of their lives...and of all time. I went the wrong way home and then the wrong way halfway to Freehold Mall, and we still couldn't find the infamous Stone Museum Sign Intersection. Then I realized that's it's five minutes straight past my house down 520, so I did illegal turns out of wherever the heck we were and we followed the sign's right arrow for practically forever. After about a zillion years of going down the same road and seeing no signs our brave pioneers of both time and space gave up and went home. But not before driving down about seventy-eight different shady roads with sucky pavement and swerve-worthy scenery. It might have been the best adventure ever. Finally our space cadets arrive home and Google the Stone Museum and it turns out that it maybe burned down in 1997. And it was in Monroe. But they had flourescent stones that all glowed in the dark and shit.
Then Dr. Are and Dr. Vee got paged to go pick up the grand'rents at the train station. And who should they encounter there but Garth Barf and Andrew K., up to no good as usual. There was a brief rendevous at an undisclosed deli location and hair was touched and cyas exchanged. So we dropped off the elderlys and I went to take Regina home but then some douchebag Dominos guys were all up in ma grill (why are there two of you?), so me and Regina calmly proceeded to tailgate them into Keansburg, high beaming the fuckers the whole way. They did a sneaky turn around down a side street so we bolted the heck out of there and finally bid our adieus after a hard day of wasting gas and being really good-looking.
"What are you gonna do today?"
"Whatever I feel like doing, GOD."