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I just got home from a much needed vacation to Georgia. Me, Ryan, Dustin (Ryan's brother) and Peter went to visit Ryan's parent's in Georgia. It was really laid back. Didn't do too much. Here are a few highlights of the trip...
-I almost puked the last 20 min of the ride there. We were on this crazy curvy road. I started crying. Haha. It was 3am and I just wanted to be there.
-Our friend's 6 yr old son, Payton, fell off the front of a boat, right in the path of the motor. I was right there when he fell, luckily he wasn't hurt.
-Payton pisseed on his own face. HAHA!
-We went to Sonic twice in 20 min. When we were at the first stop at Sonic, a truck started smoking in the parking lot. We look over and there is this old man shaking in the front seat. At first we thought he was mad because his truck was acting shitty, so we kind of laughed and then we realize that this man is having a stroke, or seizure. Something wasn't right. He had his foot on the gas pedal. So I called 911. The 911 dispatcher was a total fuckin bitch. I told her we were at the Sonic in whatever hicktown it was and she's like YEAH there's only one, I know where you are. And then starts asking me questions about the guy and telling me he lives across the street and shit. I don't care. Just get the fuckin ambulance here already! So we waited like 15 min them to show up. The guy stopped shaking but he was breathing very heavy and wouldn't respond to us talking to him. Just a blank stare. It was scary. We took off when the ambulance arrived. I hope the man is okay. He'll never know who maybe saved his life. And that's kind of cool.
Someday Ryan is going to build me a house like this.
-I almost puked the last 20 min of the ride there. We were on this crazy curvy road. I started crying. Haha. It was 3am and I just wanted to be there.
-Our friend's 6 yr old son, Payton, fell off the front of a boat, right in the path of the motor. I was right there when he fell, luckily he wasn't hurt.
-Payton pisseed on his own face. HAHA!
-We went to Sonic twice in 20 min. When we were at the first stop at Sonic, a truck started smoking in the parking lot. We look over and there is this old man shaking in the front seat. At first we thought he was mad because his truck was acting shitty, so we kind of laughed and then we realize that this man is having a stroke, or seizure. Something wasn't right. He had his foot on the gas pedal. So I called 911. The 911 dispatcher was a total fuckin bitch. I told her we were at the Sonic in whatever hicktown it was and she's like YEAH there's only one, I know where you are. And then starts asking me questions about the guy and telling me he lives across the street and shit. I don't care. Just get the fuckin ambulance here already! So we waited like 15 min them to show up. The guy stopped shaking but he was breathing very heavy and wouldn't respond to us talking to him. Just a blank stare. It was scary. We took off when the ambulance arrived. I hope the man is okay. He'll never know who maybe saved his life. And that's kind of cool.
Someday Ryan is going to build me a house like this.