Tijuana Stag blankets of Korea

Today's Buying the freakin awesome blanket with the buck on it from Tj for 20$, and, getting the same blanket ripped apart by customs and then shot with a flar gun are...

(note: this is from the collection on our wall)
(Bill typing...but passes it to Chris because he has a term paper and midterm tomorrow at 8am...)

Bills Gettin his blanket wrecked was having a super cram week at school right before finals...which is right now. He has been slaving away...his only boner blanket was finding a hot steamy pillow of cheesy love waiting in the pan when he got home...lasagna.

Josie....Her first shredded blanket was...eatin some free ice cream at work, and getting caught red handed with a spoon in the big creme tub, leaving a hair on a sandwich for a customer...and finding out that her boss is paying her minimum wage, inste3ad of the requested MAXIMUM WAGE.

her cuddly stag blanket was seeing a lady running a huge PACE flag across a busy street, no doubt on her way to the peace rally...Josie felt that pace was well represented....Josie also hates flare guns shot at the crooked handlebars on her bici.
Kel's nice toasty, somewhat transparent deery-deer blanket, similarily priced to the lamborghini clock of camp drive fame, was getting to ride Bill's Kickass Steed of a Schwinny-Schwinn, which is fast and whippy and a boned out erectoid. He also like PACE.
Kel also got some great advice on automated answering services that are normally such a flare gun shot in the butthole, that by pushing Zero repeatedly you will be guarenteed.
Kels flaming shredded buck blanket was finding that his bike tire blessed his with its own flatness, although it thereby allowed him to borrow Bill's bike.
Cass' dull ass (but vibrant and beautiful) day was highlighted by a nappy-nap at 5:00 today.
Her customs bastard taking apart her beloved blanket, checking for trace amounts of cocaine in the buck's nose, was, as she is sad to admit, was once again some bitch-ass instigatin' kids that are not as rad or peace loving as the rest of them. She says she doesn't by any means hate her job, but it always manages to find its way into her daily lows...

(guest narrations by Henry)
Chris and his anti Pase flag was that he worked hella hard for his class and "its just barely enough" (bill inserts hug), Teacher Schwartz told him he was on the right track, noticing the hard work by this fool chris,
he rode his bike home by the beach, did some bike meditation typeoshizzle.
His warm stag blanket of Love, he got to school in 25 minutes on his bike, beating the bus until the last second, he emagines scenes from Breaking Away, fools on the bus watching him race them, (bill insert, bill studied more than he could have possibly study, walked into the test, "everything I could have possibly done", went to take the test, and Bam, the intire class failed. Next level, hella bad news)
Its sad but we all can relate to this whole college shits, not feeling like you can do anything about knowing everything you need to, but more importantly, we are talking about a blanket, almost aquired in Tijuana on the trip that broke cass' car, hella nice blanket/rug/ill hotness... enough of this college shit, its time to party...
(josie recalls being stuck in Losthills CA. at Loves)
Chris' cuddly beautiful smiley roberta flack blanket was riding his bike super fast, running every stop light, racing cars, gangster rolling steez, felt good riding the bike, bike bike bike, more bike talk, then he said "which reminds me" which pretty much means more bike bike bike talk.

Pants Pants Pants muthahuffers, and we are out, this is Henry and your tuned into the illest and floppiest, Next Level Shit for the 2006. Hyphy. We out.

(end narration)