P to the G

I spent my two days off in Prince George visiting my friend Jenn. I was her very first visitor from the valley. I rock. I drove up there Monday after work and got in around 7. Gotta love that time change. Upon arrival Diannes' (my car) muffler was dragging on the ground. Fuck. I ripped it off and shoved it in her hatch. Stupid me forgot to take a picture. Sorry.

On the way there the sun was scorching my body so I sprayed myself with sunscreen and covered myself with a sweater. No way was I gettting any sort of burnt.

RIP nasty yellow bug.

Overpriced fondue and bubble tea slushies. Jenn got tapioca bubbles and they were the nastiest shit ever. It was like drinking gum balls.
That night, after dinner we went for a walk and got high in a field. We tried to do it at a playground but then a family showed up. I did get to be an astronaut for a little while though.

Then we went back to Jenns place and watched tv. All the commercials were for McDonalds, so we hit that up later.

This is what Jenn calls McTwizzle sauce. It's a mixture of ketchup and McChicken sauce. Oh yeah, and when we pulled up to the drive through window jenn stuck her nose in the air and sniffed the smell wafting out. She loved it.

The next day was totally beautiful and was therefore spent at West Lake drinking Coronas.

And eating strawberrys.

We left around 4 o`clock and I was 7 beers in by then. Thank god for our DD. By the time we got home the beer/sun combination had really gotten to me and I passed out on the couch for a couple of hours.

Jenn showed me Gregs' penis first. They made this with a kit called clone-a-willy. It even vibrates. I refused to touch it.

Then the night that destroyed me happened. I woke up and almost immediatly started drinking again. This time, tequilla in pineapple juice. It was delicious at the time. A couple more drinks in and it was shot time. Greg and I did two shots each and then the 2/6 that we shared was gone. :( (Good golly, even writing about this makes me want to die) We played a couple of drinking games and I don't remember much of the rest of the night except for harfing in Jenns bathroom sink and Greg helping me unplugg it. He was my hero of the night. I don't remember this picture being taken.

The next day I was inflicted by the worst hangover ever known to mankind and I had to make the 4 hour trip back home. All I wanted to do was crawl into a hole, sleep and barf my guts out as needed. I hate morning puking but sometimes it's all you need. Apparently my body needed all day puking. When I went to fill Dianne up, the smell of the gas station made me harf. And the only place for me to do so was a gas station garbage can. My middle name is class. But hey, it had to go somewhere. On the drive home I pulled over 3 times to spill my guts and 3 times to take a mini naps. When I got back to Jasper I was shakey from not having any food in me so I bought subway, came home, maued (mowed?) (sp?) the shit outt've it and went to bed. I'm feeling ok today.

The entire front end of Dianne is covered in dead bugs. It's nasty. Her windsheild is almost as bad.