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7/05/01 to 7/08/01

Wise words of Deezy, “Show your Tits!"

Wise words of Havasu Molester, “Sorry, I had to retire the cock!”

Mission of the Day #84: Go to Lake Havasu and Party!”.

Lake Havasu by the Numbers:

117: Saturday's Temperature

1,682: Nats that could have possibly been swallowed during the night

15: Gas and Pee Stops Combined

122: Maximum Speed Reached Driving

8: Times hit with rocks while out in the water

162: Beers cosumed by our group in two days

0: Trips to the Sand Bar

54: People that told us to go out to the Sand Bar

36: People that asked or refered to my height

9: Hours of combined sleep in three days

52: Hours of total fun and mad partying

Since the whole weekend seemed like one big day, I'm going to combine three journals into one too save some space. We can call it a conglomerate of some sorts if you will. After planning on leaving around nine Thursday night, things were slowed and our destination start at midnight. Although the bitch of the trip was driving a good hot six hours, it would all be worth it. One thing I realized is that I cannot fit in compact cars, yet I survived. Speeding in excess of over a hundred miles an hour the majority of the time, we managed to fly by exits we needed to exit off of. After all the pee stops, we arrived at the Crazy Horse Campgrounds around seven in the mourn Friday. Too our surprise, people were already partying, driving boats, and having flat out fun, yet we were thriving on no sleep. Adrenaline seemed to keep us up, yet the tremendous heat just exhausted us beyond belief. How do people survive in a hundred ten degree heat? Lake Havasu was right in front of us, and since we travelled in the cool night air, immediately the sun shined right on us, so we relaxed in the toxic waters. With only two sea-doo's for the twelve of us, we'd have to make due some how. The trip had now begun, and it was time to get crazy and explore Havasu.

The day was all about eating, wrestling in the waters on our air matresses, riding sea-doo's and meeting people.Yet in the middle of the day a huge Monsoon flooded us, but our group didn't give a shit, as we still wrestled and got crazy in the Lake. We all decided it would be great to sleep until the monsoon passed. While the night was all about partying, getting faded, meeting twice as many people, and watching boobies, and staring at drunks being buckwild and dumb. Friday night, half our group decided to steal our vehicles and travel to Laughlin for what we call a drive-by, and by that I mean practically go there and come back. While they missed all the craziness and drunks at the camp site. Funny thing is...we happen to be next to the party scene on Havasu, everyone came over our way to party. The highlights of the night was this drunk guy who wouldn't leave his vehicle, so his friend slapped the shit outta him. Eventually about twenty people straight picked his car up off the ground and moved it up the road. Overall with all the other events going on...the night was really crazy.

Saturday was a more energetic day since we at least got a few hours of sleep. Being cramped up in a little car just doesn't work, but I made it work, even though people were partying till the wee hours of the mourn. The days seem to repeat themselves as you do almost the same routine. After showering and waking up, we had our normal breakfast of cheeseburgers, yet ran outta food around lunch time. Almost starving we sacked up and just went about the day. Today we met some girls who moved in next too us. Two of the three weren't bad, yet one needed to get a new set of teeth, sorry but they were here, there, and out there some more. Not bad bodies, but we needed to make due, for it was the only girls close to us. We met them and they wanted to ride the sea-doos. I took the mini-hottie out for a little joy ride she wouldn't forget. As I was suprised she held on the whole time, Dustin don't work that way, so I hit about fifty and cut into a wake throwing both of us twenty feet away from the sea-doo. Later that day I wouldn't be so fortunate as I was riding aroun four, when everyone is out riding. As Joe and I rode into the middle of the lake, we started riding back and I tried to be Mr. Speed. The wakes were just so choppy, but I found some glassy water and tried to max my speed out until I hit a couple wakes, while going about fifty miles an hour and was knocked by one wake, and then while I had the sea-doo turned I hit another. First while I was being thrown off, the handle bar hit my leg leaving a welt the size of a half-dollar, then I smacked against the side of the sea-doo and barrel-rolled on top of the water finally splashing down upside down. A little dazed and confused, I came to my senses and found myself a good hundred feet away from my sea-doo. My leg was instanly numb, and I made it back to our camp, only too find I couldn't walk. God damn killing machines, oh boy it's wicked.

The sun started too set and we sat arounf talking to grips of people. One particular group of guys had two phatty trucks. This one guy had a huge F-450 with a custom flame grill. After talking to them about how they just got outta jail and whatever, they said they were off too bust out some donuts. Thirty minutes later we find that they rolled the truck. We checked out the scene, and everyone was bloddy, drunk, and stoked about the whole crash. Eventually they made it back to party, and this night a DJ brought his RV over loaded with four seven hundred watt speakers too bump throughout the night. Once again, the party was banging, yet the god damn bugs were eating us alive. During while I was going to sleep, our camp neighbors crashed his jet-ski into a bench in the waters among his boats that broke down at the Sand Bar earlier. Also shit went down that made a couple guys retreat to getting their guns outta their cars, making it just even that much more hectic. Talking bout the freaks coming out at night, this guy that wore a orange hat, whom we now refer to as the Havasu Molester, had a big plastic shaped penis which he used for amusement. It was actually used for beer bonging, but oh man he was hilarious. The last night made the trip gravy indeed.

Day three arose, and the sun was blazing again, hitting over a hundred in the early mourn. Our shit was packed, and we were off to beat the heat. On the way home, we sped over a hundred and twenty for a good five mile stretch, averaging about a hundred the whole way home. Yet when passing cars on a two lane highway, Allen almost got us killed twice. We did have plenty of room, but it was a close call for a head on collison. Lake Havasu was god damn great!!!

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7/05/01 to 7/08/01 Wise words of Deezy, “Show your Tits!" Wise words of Havasu Molester, “Sorry, I had to retire the cock!” Mission of the Day #84: Go to Lake Havasu and Party!”. Lake Havasu by the Numbers: 117: Saturday's Temperature 1,682: Nats that could have possibly been swallowed during the night 15: Gas and Pee Stops Combined 122: Maximum Speed Reached Driving 8: Times hit with rocks while out in the water 162: Beers cosumed by our group in two days 0: Trips to the Sand Bar 54: People that told us to go out to the Sand Bar 36: People that asked or refered to my height 9: Hours of combined sleep in three days 52: Hours of total fun and mad partying Since the whole weekend seemed like one big day, I'm going to combine three journals into one too save some space. We can call it a conglomerate of some sorts if you will. After planning on leaving around nine Thursday night, things were slowed and our destination start at midnight. Although the bitch of the trip was driving a good hot six hours, it would all be worth it. One thing I realized is that I cannot fit in compact cars, yet I survived. Speeding in excess of over a hundred miles an hour the majority of the time, we managed to fly by exits we needed to exit off of. After all the pee stops, we arrived at the Crazy Horse Campgrounds around seven in the mourn Friday. Too our surprise, people were already partying, driving boats, and having flat out fun, yet we were thriving on no sleep. Adrenaline seemed to keep us up, yet the tremendous heat just exhausted us beyond belief. How do people survive in a hundred ten degree heat? Lake Havasu was right in front of us, and since we travelled in the cool night air, immediately the sun shined right on us, so we relaxed in the toxic waters. With only two sea-doo's for the twelve of us, we'd have to make due some how. The trip had now begun, and it was time to get crazy and explore Havasu. The day was all about eating, wrestling in the waters on our air matresses, riding sea-doo's and meeting people.Yet in the middle of the day a huge Monsoon flooded us, but our group didn't give a shit, as we still wrestled and got crazy in the Lake. We all decided it would be great to sleep until the monsoon passed. While the night was all about partying, getting faded, meeting twice as many people, and watching boobies, and staring at drunks being buckwild and dumb. Friday night, half our group decided to steal our vehicles and travel to Laughlin for what we call a drive-by, and by that I mean practically go there and come back. While they missed all the craziness and drunks at the camp site. Funny thing is...we happen to be next to the party scene on Havasu, everyone came over our way to party. The highlights of the night was this drunk guy who wouldn't leave his vehicle, so his friend slapped the shit outta him. Eventually about twenty people straight picked his car up off the ground and moved it up the road. Overall with all the other events going on...the night was really crazy. Saturday was a more energetic day since we at least got a few hours of sleep. Being cramped up in a little car just doesn't work, but I made it work, even though people were partying till the wee hours of the mourn. The days seem to repeat themselves as you do almost the same routine. After showering and waking up, we had our normal breakfast of cheeseburgers, yet ran outta food around lunch time. Almost starving we sacked up and just went about the day. Today we met some girls who moved in next too us. Two of the three weren't bad, yet one needed to get a new set of teeth, sorry but they were here, there, and out there some more. Not bad bodies, but we needed to make due, for it was the only girls close to us. We met them and they wanted to ride the sea-doos. I took the mini-hottie out for a little joy ride she wouldn't forget. As I was suprised she held on the whole time, Dustin don't work that way, so I hit about fifty and cut into a wake throwing both of us twenty feet away from the sea-doo. Later that day I wouldn't be so fortunate as I was riding aroun four, when everyone is out riding. As Joe and I rode into the middle of the lake, we started riding back and I tried to be Mr. Speed. The wakes were just so choppy, but I found some glassy water and tried to max my speed out until I hit a couple wakes, while going about fifty miles an hour and was knocked by one wake, and then while I had the sea-doo turned I hit another. First while I was being thrown off, the handle bar hit my leg leaving a welt the size of a half-dollar, then I smacked against the side of the sea-doo and barrel-rolled on top of the water finally splashing down upside down. A little dazed and confused, I came to my senses and found myself a good hundred feet away from my sea-doo. My leg was instanly numb, and I made it back to our camp, only too find I couldn't walk. God damn killing machines, oh boy it's wicked. The sun started too set and we sat arounf talking to grips of people. One particular group of guys had two phatty trucks. This one guy had a huge F-450 with a custom flame grill. After talking to them about how they just got outta jail and whatever, they said they were off too bust out some donuts. Thirty minutes later we find that they rolled the truck. We checked out the scene, and everyone was bloddy, drunk, and stoked about the whole crash. Eventually they made it back to party, and this night a DJ brought his RV over loaded with four seven hundred watt speakers too bump throughout the night. Once again, the party was banging, yet the god damn bugs were eating us alive. During while I was going to sleep, our camp neighbors crashed his jet-ski into a bench in the waters among his boats that broke down at the Sand Bar earlier. Also shit went down that made a couple guys retreat to getting their guns outta their cars, making it just even that much more hectic. Talking bout the freaks coming out at night, this guy that wore a orange hat, whom we now refer to as the Havasu Molester, had a big plastic shaped penis which he used for amusement. It was actually used for beer bonging, but oh man he was hilarious. The last night made the trip gravy indeed. Day three arose, and the sun was blazing again, hitting over a hundred in the early mourn. Our shit was packed, and we were off to beat the heat. On the way home, we sped over a hundred and twenty for a good five mile stretch, averaging about a hundred the whole way home. Yet when passing cars on a two lane highway, Allen almost got us killed twice. We did have plenty of room, but it was a close call for a head on collison. Lake Havasu was god damn great!!!
7/05/01 Wise words of Deezy, “I hate the old DMV lady!" Wise words of Old DMV Lady, “You fail!” Mission of the Day #83: Go to the DMV and fart it someones eye!”. All this weekend I will be in Havasu chillen with sea doos and hot girls. So therefore the journals will all be put up when I get back late Sunday or early Monday, sorry for inconvienance. I would like to introduce a game I just invented, as I was motivated by that jeans commercial. This game is called Universal Tag...how it is played is that I will start the game by tagging someone, like a normal game of tag, yet it is world wide tag. While you can't tag people back, the tag game will go on forever, or at least till all six billion plus people have been tagged, then it can be started over. Too make it interesting, I feel that there should be some kinda computer chip involved to track where the game of tag is at the moment. So as the game starts, when it gets to you, just run up to a random person and say "Tag your it!!" So my life is just a cookie ready to crumble...I think I have been cursed from those e-mail chain letters or sumptin. Today I took my driving test and of course I got the bitch DMV lady...my luck. So everything went great to me, yet the dumb bitch had other words, the big word fail. Of course I said what...cuz I didn't do shit wrong, yet she managed to say that I endangered a vehicle when I didn't. So I proceeded to be a bitch of my own and get all crazy cussing, yet she told me that if I said one more thing I'd be arrested. I was like arrested??? Welp the DMV has a new system of anti-haggle against workers. Since DMV workers are all impatient assholes, if you decide to get crazy with them, they can now have you arrested on their premises. Ooooopsss, but god damn it, life sucks.