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...


