Whispering “Lafanda” in his sleep, Mike violently nocturnally emitted, rocketing the front 2/3s of his pants right off. He then proceded to wake up after two hours of silence and declared that the car was a now “high rockupency vehicle” and threw the steering wheel into oncoming traffic.
Lcukily for us, we have far and way more napkins than would ever conceivably be necessary to help cleaning up the ensuing messes.
We’re on CD #5: Instrumentals, which is essentially beeps and boops to drums. Again. “Is this the Wii menu music?” asks Trevor.
We haven’t stopped yet. The “fun” that I’ve been having with the past two hours has been texting ChaCha silly questions such as “What’s the feasability of saving farts in a jar”?
