It being 13 years since I did Spring Break in Daytona Beach and hindsight being 20/20, I should have stayed in a van.
Instead, we stayed in some shit-hole called the Mariner Motel. During "check-in" which consisted of exchanging $40 cash for a key in the living room of the inn-keeper's quarters (one of the first floor rooms with a hot plate for a kitchen), the husband and wife proprieters got into a heated discussion over which local titty-joint had the "more reputable" dancers. Wouldn't have been that memorable had the discussion not escalated to the point that the couple's two Rottweilers attacked the husband. Suffice it to say, two cops showed up and shot the dogs. No, I don't mean traquilized - I mean shot. Woo hoo, spring break.Reply
I bet you enjoyed eating your corndogs off of solid gold sticks, and washing them down with some of the recipe, served in a jewel encrusted goblet.Reply
Lemme tell you, I had a similar experience of the hell that was Spring Fashion Week this year. I had to type up and fax all of Tina Brown's stuff for The Daily Beast.Reply
"That way, if the cops hassle me, I can just show 'em the letter."
Officer: But sir, there's nothing in this letter that states you need to create a 100 yard perimeter around your van marked by thousands of mothballs.Reply
If Hunter Thompson were still alive, he would have just posted part 6 of his 9 part report on the Game Developers' Conference for Kotaku.
In this installment - Hunter and Will Wright spend three days shacked up in a Haight-Ashbury flophouse huffing ether, while Hunter tries to convince Will that urban planning was the most insidious evil ever devised by man.Reply
"Get this — 8 a.m. I'm walking around the pool and some blonde thing is laying on a lounge chair and asked me to go get 'breakfast and shit' with her."
Looks like Drew's contribution to Spring Broken is already half complete.Reply
Once again, the cosmos tends toward equilibrium, for beginning this week, just as Mr. Jordan is getting comfortable with a bevy of half-naked kinesiology majors from State U, I'll be doing body shots off Mrs. Terwilliger in Room 29 of the Whispering Pines Retirement Home.Reply
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