crazy car trip
OK,
So this a crazy gross and yet funny story about a little trip I took with my best friend up to Water Country on a lovely, hot and stormy summer day. We started out about 9:30 crammed in the back of a little toyada with Her little brother driving and Dave Matthews and Switchfoot blasting from the Ipod. We got up there about 10:40 and waited in a long ass line with lots of fat ass's in binakis and Speedos trying to control their whiny retarded brats. We finally got in, and Oubre wanted to spend all her time with her Mommy, and so we went on alengist first. Oh, A big dark slide! We waited for that thing for 45 mintues sweating all over the place. Finally we made it to the top and went in, and Oubre preceded to scream my ear off. We then got lunch. We went on more rides after that, all very fun. Then oubre and me went on a two person ride and were flipped over in the dark. Oubre screams and kicks me in the head and shouders and back. We get down to the bottom and she starts crying and graps the float. We then waste a whole fucking hour trying to find a first aid station while she crys and whines to her mom that she wants to go home. We finally find a first aid place, and have to fill out shits lots of paper work. Thats corprate america for ya. She goes and lies down on a bed, and gets some ice. She then throws up in front of a bunch of crying kids and stressed out parents because a storm has now come up. She is now sobbing, and her poor mom looks frazzed, and the kids are screming loader. I take some advil, and wish for a gun to put to my head. Finally the storm lets up, and we go find her brothers who want to buy a beer mug, while oubre sobs about the bump on her head. We then get in the car and drive home, meredith in the front seat. Its rush hour on I-64 and its lighting all around us, and thundering like crazy, and pouring rain, and she upchucks in the car, and all over her dress. We pull over on the side, and her mom gets out and has to pull the dress off her, while she stands and mumbles and babbles like a baby and pews chunks while her mom screams at her. She puts the dress in the cooler. Ha ha, thats great. The we all get back in, and make it home. I leave, oubre goes to the shower, and andrew and brandon(her little brother and his friend go upstairs. I get home, and my damn cat wind herself about my legs and meows, and follows me untill I slam the door, strip, and hop in the shower, and scrub for like an hour. I go to bed at 8:30 and sleep untill 10:30 the next day dreaming all bad dreams. I then go to work where joe yells and laughs and acts like devil. Brenda was fun. Pam bitched the whole night, Jay stutterd and stood too close to me, and laughed at everything and genaly pissed me off. The customrs were rude fatass's who had no clue what they wanted. This is what everynight is like there. Thursday was the wrost. Jay suttered the whole night, and was almost on top of me, and spilled soup on himself, stuttering and shaking, and telling me not to look at him, and then striping off his uniform in front of me. Now its sunday and I am my peirod, been on since thursday and dad is running the damn vacum cleaner and its so fucking load, and moms stinking uo the house and killing herself with cigrtettes. I am starting my crummy community college in two weeks, and working my arse off at the Ukrops with the bitchs, and sturrting fatassm hanging out with my retard and backstabbing friends on thw weekends. The Us is going to hell thanks to bush, no place is safe anymore. Oh yea its a fucking wonderul saint. Time to put a bullet in my head, and leave my patitacic sad little life of hell.
See you all in hell!!!!
Liz
So this a crazy gross and yet funny story about a little trip I took with my best friend up to Water Country on a lovely, hot and stormy summer day. We started out about 9:30 crammed in the back of a little toyada with Her little brother driving and Dave Matthews and Switchfoot blasting from the Ipod. We got up there about 10:40 and waited in a long ass line with lots of fat ass's in binakis and Speedos trying to control their whiny retarded brats. We finally got in, and Oubre wanted to spend all her time with her Mommy, and so we went on alengist first. Oh, A big dark slide! We waited for that thing for 45 mintues sweating all over the place. Finally we made it to the top and went in, and Oubre preceded to scream my ear off. We then got lunch. We went on more rides after that, all very fun. Then oubre and me went on a two person ride and were flipped over in the dark. Oubre screams and kicks me in the head and shouders and back. We get down to the bottom and she starts crying and graps the float. We then waste a whole fucking hour trying to find a first aid station while she crys and whines to her mom that she wants to go home. We finally find a first aid place, and have to fill out shits lots of paper work. Thats corprate america for ya. She goes and lies down on a bed, and gets some ice. She then throws up in front of a bunch of crying kids and stressed out parents because a storm has now come up. She is now sobbing, and her poor mom looks frazzed, and the kids are screming loader. I take some advil, and wish for a gun to put to my head. Finally the storm lets up, and we go find her brothers who want to buy a beer mug, while oubre sobs about the bump on her head. We then get in the car and drive home, meredith in the front seat. Its rush hour on I-64 and its lighting all around us, and thundering like crazy, and pouring rain, and she upchucks in the car, and all over her dress. We pull over on the side, and her mom gets out and has to pull the dress off her, while she stands and mumbles and babbles like a baby and pews chunks while her mom screams at her. She puts the dress in the cooler. Ha ha, thats great. The we all get back in, and make it home. I leave, oubre goes to the shower, and andrew and brandon(her little brother and his friend go upstairs. I get home, and my damn cat wind herself about my legs and meows, and follows me untill I slam the door, strip, and hop in the shower, and scrub for like an hour. I go to bed at 8:30 and sleep untill 10:30 the next day dreaming all bad dreams. I then go to work where joe yells and laughs and acts like devil. Brenda was fun. Pam bitched the whole night, Jay stutterd and stood too close to me, and laughed at everything and genaly pissed me off. The customrs were rude fatass's who had no clue what they wanted. This is what everynight is like there. Thursday was the wrost. Jay suttered the whole night, and was almost on top of me, and spilled soup on himself, stuttering and shaking, and telling me not to look at him, and then striping off his uniform in front of me. Now its sunday and I am my peirod, been on since thursday and dad is running the damn vacum cleaner and its so fucking load, and moms stinking uo the house and killing herself with cigrtettes. I am starting my crummy community college in two weeks, and working my arse off at the Ukrops with the bitchs, and sturrting fatassm hanging out with my retard and backstabbing friends on thw weekends. The Us is going to hell thanks to bush, no place is safe anymore. Oh yea its a fucking wonderul saint. Time to put a bullet in my head, and leave my patitacic sad little life of hell.
See you all in hell!!!!
Liz