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March 29, 2006
The Long Road to Burning Man
Carol: "What do you want me to get you for the trip?"
Me: "A bottle of Patron Reposado Tequila and a box of Smore-flavored Pop Tarts."
Carol: "That's it? We're camping in the Black Rock Desert for 4 days, and that's all you want?"
Me: "Yeah...and don't fark it up, woman. I don't want generic Pop Tarts and Cuervo."
Carol: "You're going to die out there you idiot."
Me: "Don't you worry about me, woman. I'm the man here and I'm telling you how the cabbage gets chewed. You need to focus your thoughts on doing as you're told. If you fark this up, the buzzards will be fighting over your rotting carcass on the playa."
Carol: "Whatever."
Me: "You know why a woman doesn't need a watch?"
Carol: "Why?"
Me: "There's a clock on the stove."
Carol: "I hate you."
Me: "I'll call you when I get off the plane. You'd better not be late, woman..."
Previous posts on Burning Man.
More humiliating photos of me in the fashionable Florabama T-shirt in the extended entry. Thanks, Carol. ;)
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Posted by Peenie Wallie on March 29, 2006 at 10:46 AM
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