Road Rally 2005

heyguesswhatit'sthatguythat'srightit's a MUNGO!

Hiya fellas. Bros. Hommies. Naggles. Cutie fruities.... wait, I've spent too much time alone in a car with a girl. Cutie Fruitie? Gross. You mofo's are neither cutie nor fruitie. Well, maybe a little fruitie. Come on! Erasure? Ya.

Anyway. What? Where the hell have I been? Is that what you asked? Yikes! I've been on a rampage! The details, although abbr. to Double O, took 2 hours to tell and to type with my broken fingers, would take to long. So I'll give you the short and dirty.

Camped at the edge of a corn field in Saskatchewan in my one man tent. ZZ didn't have much fun, but the tight quarters was just fine with me. It was 25 degrees. In the morning, ZZ was seen peeing by a farmer in a great big ole truck.

We got super seached at the border by seriously rude North Dakota customs agents. No stripping involved, just a very pleasent pat-down. An hour later we were cleared to go and had to repack everthing ourselves.

Between Fargo ND and Great Falls ND, things got a little hot in the car so we pulled over to...

(well, the computer I'm on in 10 feet away from where Julie just laid down on her bed to pout and go to sleep. I'm out of here. I'll be living in this house during the Jacobson Family Vacation: LaPlace, LA. At that time I will be writing lots more. ZZ and I are going to try to clean this place up. Wish us good heath and resilency to despondency.)

Peace and Love,
Mungo