Wolfie-ville
It was Friday, March 10....another rainy, non-suspecting day, time for a much needed road trip. It all began at Chester Tim Hortons, as all crazy adventures seem to. Me and Dan ("Puttmaster") drinking hot chocolate. Good times. Witnessed a hottie in the drive-thru, and by "hottie" I mean a classic Chester boy ruined by his love for young ladies. Your typical story. Tessa came. Things got crazy. Drove to Wolfville. I called shotgun. Fun Moments. Got there, met up with Matt, met the new girlfriend. Hot. Went to Jungle Jim's and then oh course, Dairy Queen. At this point, a crazy boy named James sat down with us and we told him stories of police chases and other wild times. Then it was back to Matt's to play with Strobe lights that only work when the lights are already on and breaking sean's barrel. Then we chilled black light style and told jokes about dead babies and Snoop. Then our day was done. We returned, only with memories of our classy road trip to Wolfie-ville.