Friday, August 15, 2008

Sunday, August 3, 2008

Le Pouteen the Greater: The Batchelor Party for Jay IIIIVIAAPPIAN Way

C 4 exploded all over the sidewalk and windows crashed onto the sidewalk. Who knew. bateman has secrets, unpeel him and fry like a platano in the sweaty caribbean night.

6. Went to montreal and our stomach exploded all over the steering wheel.

But Caracas called. The language was strong and we felt it. While ordering burgers on the corner shop I asked for cheese but the guy refused us and I just decided to ask for a nice glass of smooth cold water.

Caracas it was. We landed with a smooth descent and decided to go straight to our hotels. Room service was impeccable and the decapitation of the maid was clean and almost perfect.

After the hotel collapsed and the car was left for ruins, we jetted off to Cairo. There we realized how efficient the C4 was in Egypt. Sometimes you learn things.

Le Pouteen the Greater: The Batchelor Party for Jay

We just careened down Bond Street and crashed our car into the new designer condo.

People yelled out of there windows vomiting over the windshields down below.

We looked up. Meaning "we" we meaning everyone else. Looking up at us as we lighted some C4 and exploded the whole building. All in jest.

We escaped to LGA. And went to Paris. No I mean Geneva. SWTZ

What happened in Geneva? I ran around the lake until the gears jammed. i pulled at the switch but it slipped like a frog underfoot. the settled in. it got cold, and wet.

jesus came screaming from a ford motorcross, mary squeezed bloody babies. i opened my eyes and drank the cold lake.

I'm pretty sure nobody has any idea what Jesus has for a face. Dry hump world domination blonde something. Juliette Lewis ate out a preggo. It was something to do with a space, an art space that nobody likes. I shot a camaro with a shitty eight track.