cartzworth's Journal: Chillin with Philmo and K-Ron

"So where's this road go? I'm not sure...lets take it." So two hours, and 1/4 of a tank later we end up in d-town laughing our asses off because we were so lost. So then we picked up Philmo's pressure washer, that was a good time. After some random julie phone calls, polka music and chasing groundhogs we decided to grab some eats. There we got yelled at by the pizza nazi, and i saw some people i hadnt seen in years. Then we went to the ice house where crook crapped out some napkins. Afterwards we went to chill with Cowboy philmo..."ehh I've got a pice of bark caught in my throat"..and Kron. All in all it was a good night.