HAHAHAHAHAHA....

I CANT HELP MY SELF, I'M A COMPLETE FUN ADDICT! I CANT SPELL FOR SHIT OR PUNCTUATE BUT I LOVE HAVING FUN...
this weekend we packed up the Toyota Tacoma and headed south. two dogs, a dirt bike, two coolers, a big tent, a Cali king air mattress, (yes they make them) and some swim trunks.... after a two and a half hour drive down a mountain, along the west coast and up another mountain and finally down another mountain we end up at the nacarobie... (id link a site to his but I'm on a mac and this this is hella confusing...) anyway, we show up after dark and there are none of the other women there that i promised my girlfriend that would be there. shit. fifteen dudes. she gracefully rolls with it. WE set up THE tent and start drinking... hit the sack,Zack,err you get the picture...
its at this point i should partially describe where we are... we are on a ranch of sorts... imagine the first people to come across the country to settle here, well these good people have a little bit more than they did. they still have fire heated water heaters... donkeys, no cell phones, homemade everything... getting it?
so throughout the night while we are trying to sleep, the donkeys have discovered that the dogs will fuck with them non stop with the slightest of prodding. every thirty/forty minutes the dogs would bark right next to the tent and chase these fucking mules all around..... errr... there was going to be murder, death, kill (m.d.k.) happening soon.
next day was filled with breakfast beers, too much food, swimming in the cold ass lake, motoring around the track, etc...
some highlights? okay, one of the kids brought a go-kart. we all tried it, too much fun... but it was the kids who got the thing air born and rolled it!!!! yes!!! a six year boy was showing off for a girl and rolled his buddies go-kart!with her in it! so romantic... sound somewhat familiar? anyone?
there were several injuries, but late on Saturday we get a need to go and find this other buddy. he rolled his super powered quad onto him self and it sounded like he was fucked up pretty bad... he was fucked up all right. drunk as piss, later he fessed up to taking some oxy-contin.. (what ever the fuck that does to you, it might not be a good idea to drive 70mph on a quad while drinking...)
now let me interject here.... I'm a true asshole, crashed cars, too many drugs, lived life with reckless abandon, so i have no room to talk here. but shit... i felt old for a moment... talking so much shit.
so what did i do while driving him down the mountain back to camp???
"dude, do you like techno?" i asked.
"uh what? yeah. can you slow down i think i broke some bones...." he winced and slurred.
"good, i have some remix shit. want a beer." i said. then. "guess what? you fucked up. its like five hours before you see a hospital so suck it up."
"what time is it?" he asked.
he asked this question alot. i think even though he was in full racing protective gear he had a concussion.
"i dunno, want another beer?"
"dude i did some oxy, do think I'm going to be okay?"he asked
"your an idiot... its a good thing we have a fireman here with first responder training... drugs? your an idiot. hey want another beer?"
"dude what time is it?"...
Buddie is worth like ten million dollars, getting divorced from his new wife, and all this before the age of thirty...
another high light? i taught special cheese how to ride a dirt bike!!!! wicked!!!!

all right ill post more tomorrow.... granted nobody breaks any thing at work....