RE: EIGHTEEN WHEELERS OF FORTUNE: LET'S PLAY BMFCT
09-07-2015, 03:06 AM
WHOOPSIE FUCKIN' DAISY I'M GOING FOR THE LOW-HANGING DIRTFRUIT AND PROCLAIMING THAT THIS SHOW IS GONNA GET ON THE FUCKIN' ROAD
You motherfuckin' crabs find yourself squarely situated in a truck lot on the eastern outskirts of Battle Ground, formerly Washington except the goddamn potatoes have got to it, so I guess this is Idaho now.
This puts your estimated travel time at ten hours, maybe. If you pack and hit the road fast enough, that's enough time for a potential fuckin' lunch break! Wicked sick.
Between the six of you, you've packed a pathetic six cases of ice cream (one of each flavour) in the back of Sweetcakes' Deluxe Dairy Truxe. At least 50-60 salvageable cases of each flavour still remain in the still-smoking Fux'd Trux. Every turn you spend generally fuckin' around, I'll roll to see how much more of it melts (unless someone proposes a motherfuckin' solution to temporarily halt the Great Liquidation).
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Still on your to-do list before you can haul carapass (and one (1) Metric Fuckton of ice cream, in six delicious flavours) outta here:
Where on the continent are you right now?
Who's packing what and where?
What the fuck are you all generally doing, if you're not helping pack ice cream?
Who's going to fix that fuckin' hole in the side of Sweetcakes' truck?
Who wants to do something about the approaching assholes on their little two-wheeled assholemobiles?
You motherfuckin' crabs find yourself squarely situated in a truck lot on the eastern outskirts of Battle Ground, formerly Washington except the goddamn potatoes have got to it, so I guess this is Idaho now.
This puts your estimated travel time at ten hours, maybe. If you pack and hit the road fast enough, that's enough time for a potential fuckin' lunch break! Wicked sick.
Between the six of you, you've packed a pathetic six cases of ice cream (one of each flavour) in the back of Sweetcakes' Deluxe Dairy Truxe. At least 50-60 salvageable cases of each flavour still remain in the still-smoking Fux'd Trux. Every turn you spend generally fuckin' around, I'll roll to see how much more of it melts (unless someone proposes a motherfuckin' solution to temporarily halt the Great Liquidation).
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Still on your to-do list before you can haul carapass (and one (1) Metric Fuckton of ice cream, in six delicious flavours) outta here:
Who's packing what and where?
What the fuck are you all generally doing, if you're not helping pack ice cream?
Who's going to fix that fuckin' hole in the side of Sweetcakes' truck?
Who wants to do something about the approaching assholes on their little two-wheeled assholemobiles?
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woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow