I'm not sure why, but I feel very compelled to drive this car.From: This Isn't Happiness
Mauritania, shown here, was ex-wife number 30. I only married her for her chopper. I knew it was doomed when, after the ceremony, she made me ride on the p-pad.
Here, at a swanky party at a downtown hotel, Vance and I thought it would be a good idea to get dressed up and crash the party and drink something called Rum-Pill Stiltkins. It was Bacardi 151 mixed with a barbiturate slurry.
At first it was like a dream come true. I'm thinking, "Hey! Free kielbasa and a hot babe. What more could you ask for?"
Rick was totally content hiking, swimming and meeting the family until...
These are the brothers, (no shit), Robalt. Ya just never know what you'll find under a rock.


