biscayne

Well kids I went to the beach. The town was overrun by hotrods and dumbshits. Best of all the weather held out, it only rained for about 15min. saturday, just long enough to prolong drunken croquet. (wich helped the drunken part) There was also drunken pogo-stick after dark, but most of the time was spent eating, drinking, smoking, playing dominoes and listening to tunes on a shithead little boombox. The car show traffic goes right by the house too so we get the hose out and wet down the street for burnouts. I don't usually go to the carshow but I love the cruise! It was alot more fun with the Biscayne (hydro's are a head turner) but the '48 was bangin' em with the flamethrowers. A photographer friend of mine brought the camera equivelant to hypnogogic's record player and got some stellar shots of the '48 burning my friends lawn at night. There were about 18 folks that stayed at the house this time, all who I thought were cool, but there was a rat in the mix. Some dick smoker got away with my Deke Dickerson CD! One thing I can't stand is a fucking thief!
Anyways, I was pretty trashed friday night, and saturday too. The real trouble started when I ran out of my sweet Bacardi and got into the Wild Turkey left over from last year. I knew it was all over when I slured those three words.......over and over.....tastes like candy........apparently I was letting people stick sour gummy worms in my nose, then with a drink in one hand and a J in the other I would remove it with my tounge and eat it....I know ladies.....thats hot!