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It's been a long time. I shouldn't have left you.....

without a dope beat to step to.

I'm back from camp, and thankful of it. I been catching up with all my friends and family and sleeping in. First person I hung out with was Agent 80, who regaled you with that story of ol' stank breath, in my absence. In an effort to "discover the wonders of New Jersey", we decided to goto Hoboken, New Jersey to hit some bars and clubs. Apparently the Mapquest fairies wanted to play a trick on us since they moved the whole damn town! We ended up at a Mediterranian Jamfest that we promptly left when it was like walking into the Al- Qaida victory party. Having the munchies, we got a table for two at Dunkin Donuts for an exquiste meal of nu-Q-lar (the way George W. says it) egg croisanwich. Getting a donut in clubwear and not having danced...priceless.

My second outing since I've been back was less of a bonding experience and more of an interesting experience overall.

(sing to the tune of Gilligan's Island....more or less)
Now, Sit right back and enjoy a tale, a tale of a fateful trip,
a trip with Agent 81. And Ruuuuuuuby Red, her sidekick too. Dri-ving the pimpmobile,
like moviestars they'ed been drinking toooooooooooo.
They drive away. Encountered a fellow... jerking off in his carrrrrrrr.
The fellow was talented, he drove and he jerked.
The ladies laughed at him, he wanted them to watch him whistle while he worked.
He twirked his member and the ladies stayed alert-
and laughed at their odd fortune
to see a freak jerk.
The fellow came to his plateau and on his hand he did squirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt!
(End Song- OK, I swear it rhymed in my head when I wrote it)

Then the guy (safely enclosed in his car and us ours) bid us adieu, made a U-turn and left.

We decided that moment was weird enough to NOT get high.

Posted by TastyKeish at 7:32 PM


Well Agent 81, I guess it has been an exciting weekend for us. Chilling with the Indian Mafia.... was a priceless experience. Especially when we saw how hard they can party. Im glad I didnt see Mr. Jerk Off do his thing.... maybe thats his fetish to have people watch him get it on with himself... perhaps he wanted you girls to join him ; )What a sick F@#$. This is the type of sh!^ that would make you stop messing with that lucky green clover!!!!!
I wonder if he washed his hands?

-Agent 80

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 8:58 PM  

I concur with agent 80 that dude probably wanted to get it on with you and your friend. I know I would have tried to get it on with you girl if yall were down to watch yall may have been down to join in on the fun. LMAO.

Agent BigSleeveless

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 1:58 AM  

lol yo thats mad sick!!


By Blogger Agent 82, at 5:40 PM  

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