Friday, October 29, 2010

Everybody knew or heard of that kinda, GURRL!

I have friends in the many remote fields of thunder!

Once while visiting with a biker dude that looks like the wad that plays a bilker guy on TV, we and a couple of par-tiers went partying to the "edge of civilization hopping".

This event like many other different themes took us months to do, every year or itch.

We'd meet friends on the outskirts of the huma-verse (the first time I broke the code, of old friends dig-ma).

100 fucking % of all of those fantastic beings are still the very self same folk in honest genuine nature of the words they introduced themselves to being!

We'll the guy that looks like the biker that was a demon in real life (hell-boy), say's to our host of the families (we were having, their hospitality extended to us), you even got whores way the hell out here too, huh?

The last time I saw him he reminisced that he thought, he was as brilliantly intelligent as a dude with a british accent and the comedic timing of jon stewart at that time, back when.

He said, wow that whore in the blue jean skirt better stay out here because, not even a, and there she was!

Our host' daughter was walking her blind neighbor. Up, the hill! (Whoa, I can say this now. That was and still is the finest mini skirted ass I have never seen another, that fine, to this day! In modern, wazz up, OMFG)!

Yep, don't get any better than this, what you see on TV, and all...

Funny is until the host, pulls out the colt (from the fucking civil war) and blows his fucking pant leg off and burnt his skin on his leg mild red (salsa equivalency) with Black Powder! He jumped out the winder into the creek, bed, where running to a beached log, that ran over his ass and, broke his leg! There were trees every fucking where standing up, he chose the only one without branches, laying mid-water and my friend who shot at him and set the table cloth on far, was blind!

It took us a 2 day journey by horse and wagon to get him to the hospital. Where buy the way, they chopped his leg off without drugging him. The horse fell ill for months! We rally pushed her, being out in the backwoods and all...

MY friends and I (I have to admit, in all honesty) laugh, every fucking time we meet!

Because the hospital we took him to was in Raleigh, North Carolina. We croosed two states to get there from Pennsylvania, Honeybrook.

My friends in the wilderness could've saved him everything. Their Dr. was Published in Femur Surgery.

He took the X-Rays!

But, nooooo, these mother fuckers out here are fucking nuts! I wanna go to a real fucking hospital!

What can I say? He was from Chicago , and to this day, he's still is a bad- shut your mouth!

He still shouldn't have picked at that scab on the leg he got infected. The broken one healed! He still hops on it to this day! That archaic Dr. set it for him and stabilized it, before we left.

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