Friday, July 11, 2008
Slurping in Kansas...
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'Meanwhile, back in Hays, Kansas, they watch me through binocculars as I pull over to the side of the on-ramp and stop. A few minutes later they observe me open the driver's door and empty the potty onto the hard surface of the ramp, then close the door and speed off onto the Interstate.
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WG: He just urinated and emptied the pot. Quick, Hymie, get us over there! Hymie drives the Cadillac Escalade up to the wet spot. WG gets out of the car and dips his hankey in the puddle, then slips the wet hankie into a plastic baggie which he then puts into the left inner pocket of his jacket, and gets back into the SUV.
WG: 'Possible evidence.'
HG: 'For what?'
WG: 'A crime has been committed. It must be some sort of a crime to urinate on an interstate highway, right?'
HG: 'Well, I guess...'
SS: '(Giggles)
BB: 'And he's going to do the same thing all the way to Texas! You can bet your sweet bippy on that!' (BB seems to be a bit excited by it all)
RS: 'Spotter says they're a couple miles down the road...' (HG accelerates the big black SUV onto the highway, and takes up a position about two miles behind the nine, which is to say, of course, me.
SS: 'I love it when he talks to himself!'
WG: 'Gimme that!' (grabs the earphones fron SS and slips them over his ears.) 'What did he say?!'
SS: 'You don't really want to know, I'm sure.'
WG: 'What... did... he... say...?'
SS: 'Slurp on that, faggot!'
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'Meanwhile, back in Hays, Kansas, they watch me through binocculars as I pull over to the side of the on-ramp and stop. A few minutes later they observe me open the driver's door and empty the potty onto the hard surface of the ramp, then close the door and speed off onto the Interstate.
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WG: He just urinated and emptied the pot. Quick, Hymie, get us over there! Hymie drives the Cadillac Escalade up to the wet spot. WG gets out of the car and dips his hankey in the puddle, then slips the wet hankie into a plastic baggie which he then puts into the left inner pocket of his jacket, and gets back into the SUV.
WG: 'Possible evidence.'
HG: 'For what?'
WG: 'A crime has been committed. It must be some sort of a crime to urinate on an interstate highway, right?'
HG: 'Well, I guess...'
SS: '(Giggles)
BB: 'And he's going to do the same thing all the way to Texas! You can bet your sweet bippy on that!' (BB seems to be a bit excited by it all)
RS: 'Spotter says they're a couple miles down the road...' (HG accelerates the big black SUV onto the highway, and takes up a position about two miles behind the nine, which is to say, of course, me.
SS: 'I love it when he talks to himself!'
WG: 'Gimme that!' (grabs the earphones fron SS and slips them over his ears.) 'What did he say?!'
SS: 'You don't really want to know, I'm sure.'
WG: 'What... did... he... say...?'
SS: 'Slurp on that, faggot!'
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