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ADVENTURE BOUND with Corporate Lies Continues... |
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Day 4 |
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The time is 7:48am. I have just woken from another hard sleep, along with another wierd dream. However, the only reason that I had a hard time sleeping was because I have sunburn on my face and shoulders. Secondly, I still have no blanket to call my own and I was extrememly cold. At Bodie Island, we found a campsite that was full, however a couple of spaces were free. And for 12 bucks we got a nice, but populated space. After acquiring a residency for the day, we drove off to the Wright Memorial and Jockey's Ridge. In between, we get some gas at the Shell Station. There I purchased an egg salad sandwich and a Guarana Brazilia drink. Tasted a lot like alchohol and was slowly drunken by the lot of us. We acted like bums around the Memorial and I was anxious to return to the air. |
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The Gang at the Wright Brother's Memorial: (left to right) Cherub, Cyp, Mike, and Jamaal. (Summer of 98') |
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The airfield beside the memorial would have been great to fly to. At Jockey's Ridge we again represented scary bums. We sat on the bench (picture/header on page1) and gazed at the one or two hot babes that passed by. Then, with much entusiasum, Cherub and I took off to conquer the "ridge." (Cherub did a front roll, back roll, and numberous high speed attacks. I do: front roll, and 3 high speed attacks) Jamaal and Cyp are lame and whine that they don't want to get dirty. Complete arse talkers. Next, once we were back at the site, Cherub and I go off to swim while Jam and Cyp takes a nap in the car. The ocean was nice. Reminded me a bit of Mrytle Beach, except that it was covered with truckes and jeeps. The waves were just as small, but the water was cold enough to temporarily ease my sunburn. Another thing that got on my nerves was this little leprican (small boy) that seemed to talk a little too much. But this was overshadowed by the grace of dog. Some redneck threw a frisbee in the water and the dirty-brown mutt was having a heck of a time trying to find it. Actually he went out past it and I had to coax him towards the shore. I wanted a mutt like that. Such spirit and energy. Much unlike Cyp and Jam at this time. Once we get back to the car, Cyp and Jam are still wollowing in lameness. They seemed to not want to come with Cherub and me to the Oregon Fish Outlet. It was 4pm and the fleet came in. Such vessels wore the names Miss BOO, FishnFrenzy, and various others. Then we came back and the lamers had fled. (evidently they had left out in search of us). |
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So, Cherub and I sooth our sunburnt bodies in the ocean once again. After this short swim, we go back to see if they came back. They had not; so we begin to set up the tent. One phrase from Jam of "Get ready to suck it!!!!", and I knew that they were back. United again, Jam turns Cherub and I into foolish turds. We asked him where the keys were? Both him and Cyp said they didn't know. We search the car in desperation and Jamaal pulls the keys from his pocket. We bulldog* him but not severily. Then Jam and I speculate on the fact that Cyp weighs less than what he says he does. He is very alienesque and his body looks like a tweety-bird cage on a stick. Jam guesses as high as 100lbs...and I go up to 105lbs. Cyp swears that he is 135lbs and has been that way for years. And to sway our impression of him, he gives us a Bruce Lee impression. Then Jam flexes his gargantuin teets* and I wonder exactly what sex he actually is? Then Jam calls out to Cherub to show us his "formless-flex." Mike stands on the cooler and quickly strains his muscles. Time passes...and Cherubs face turns an aweful purple hue. Then, to everyone's shock, Cherub stumbles off the cooler, trips over the parking bumper and lands his chin flush on the corner of the picnic table. Everyone was amazed and speechless. My eyes opened up to their full quarter centimeter and we asked, "Are you okay?" |
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He did not answer the first time, but did on the second. He rose saying "what happeded?" In Cherub's words, he had fainted and was unconscious for a second or two. He cracked his chin (which might have woken him up) on the picnic table. he was injuried fairly bad. It was deep enough to require stitches, but Cherub didn't want any. Now he has a huge bandaide on his chin. Cyp steals my soap and washed his hair. Kinda takes away from the essence of "Alby Week," but I have always known Cyp to be a high maintenence, spoiled, pretty-boy. He wouldn't survive 2 days with the legend himself. And for Jamaal...he has so many changes of clothes that he is forever clean. The only thing that I am proud of him about is the fact that he didn't put on deoderant (which I later found out that he lied about that). Anyway, now we eat dinner. I was pretty hungry and I required food to maintain my sweet personality. The Bean and Baken Soup taste was still in my mouth but I hungered still for a heavy-setting meal. We go to a place called Hatteras-something-or-another. But expensive it was and lack of money we had. So, instead we went to a small, local, pizza place called Dockside. Very friendly, had a dock, and its' food was first rate. Despite the 30min wait and the fact that it was next door to a junkyard, it was a nice experience and a cheap place to spend what little cash we had. Now I am in the car writing this. The fireworks should be starting very soon now. Cyp and Jam are making annoying, but extremely funny sayings from the lame "let's get ready to...suck it!!", they say things like "get ready to wipe it", "...flush it," "...clog it," etc. (They said these things simply because Cherub had to go to the bathroom again!). Hopefully it will stop. I might have to lay the smack down*. But I will let it pass this once since it made me chuckle a couple of times. |
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Cherub...a.k.a. Flying infant, Cherubulus, Pregness, and Mike Adams. If any babes wanna contact him...he is at Flyinginfant630 |
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DAY 5: I wake up first and wash up. Then Cyp, Jam, and Cherub. It rains hard and Cyp, Jam and I take cover in das jeep. Over the course of yesterday and today, it seems that two factions have sprung up. The Enforcers (Cherub and I) and the Defenders (Cyprian and Jamaal). Names have flown out of the mouths of both sides, but Cyp and Jam antagonize the lot of the arguements. I can't see their side at all, but that maybe my "enforcer" way of thinking. I know that for one...we hit Cyp and Jam because THEY start first, and if we simply said "stop",...they would not. I can understand that my Sambo* and ankle locks are uncomfortable, but to be honest...it is the easiest and fastest way to halt the barrage of insults. Now, we are on our way home. We need to find a restaurant to eat at. Lunch is a good time for a feast of HALIBUT!!! or even MACKEREL!!! After packing up, we went to the stores across from Jockey's Ridge to waste a little time. Then we went to Wings and more wrestling stuff was bought. Jam got a DX shirt*. He says not to use it against him, but I feel that the WWF super-fan will spring out of him soon. Next, we checked some restaurants and found them to be either closed, or over crowded. Finally we stopped at RV's and ate food in abundance. Good prices, out on the water, local, good food (I ate a mushroom Burger), and had a knockout waitress namesd Liz. She was friendly, had a chipper personality and was extremely pretty. I couldn't help but to give her the Robot examinator many times over. Now, we ar on the road homeward and I await more to wrte about. Overall, this trip was a success.~At 1:30 pm exactly, on Sunday, July 5th, Cherub slams on the brakes and coasts into the bumper of a dull-black van (license plate read Pennsylvania). Kids were in the back, but no one was hurt. Cherub had kept good distance but some little shite* slammed on the brakes well ahead of him. Nice addition to the Notebook of Events, eh? Oh yeah...People are Strange by The Doors were playing on the radio at the time of the accident. Thanks for reading. |
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List of Terms
Arse-are: (n) area of the body that sprews nonsence
Boardoboogie: (n)Boogie-board
Bulldog: (v) The beating up of a Cherub
Bulldogged: (V) Cherub beat up
Caramel-butt: (n) State of being sticky on the bottom
Death: (adj) Mean, tremendous, big, crazy
Deed: (n) State of being hit
Dodge: (n) Automobile that Alby had in World Safari series
Dom Adam: (n) A cook named Cherub
Doosch: (v) To cover
DXshirt:(n) t-shirt of "Degeneration X" (a wrestling team)
Flying Infant: (n) Cherub
Gak of Doom: (n) Something that sucks really bad
Humungus-like: (adj) (originating from Mad Max movie) insanely strong
John Wendell: (n) Winston-Salem weather man
King of the World: (n) Picture of Cyp; saying in Titanic
Krom: (n) GOD; (according to Conan the Barbarian)
Marshmellow-Man:(n) Cherub's big
Miavia-like:(adj) (originating from The Rock) insanely good speaker
Payday: (n) fecal matter, sho-sho
Ridiculed-like-a-boy: (adj) A lot
Sambo: (n) Russian martial arts specializing in leg submissions
Shite: (n) Scottish word for fecal matter, sho-sho
Slez: (n) Sleep
Teets: (n) Breasts
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MINISTRY O' ROB~ My homepage; the foundation-child of all my other marvelously entertaining websites. Here will be such things as: Short history of my life, martial arts experience, fabulous links, and a list of people worth mentioning. Cheers!
DE MONO~ My webpage devoted to my favorite Polish rock band. Lesser known in the States, De Mono is the pinnacle of Polish rock. (In both English and Polish versions)
World Safari with Alby Mangels~ Enjoyed this story,eh? Well...read about the genuine article; world-famous aussie adventurer, Albertus Zwier "Alby" Mangels. The best story yet. Righto!!
CHRIS REEVE~ A website devoted to my favorite person who ever lived, Christopher Reeve "Superman". Read little-known facts and read about what roles he had played. Nice addition of pictures too. (Still in Construction, but check it out).
MACGYVER~ He is the Grandmaster of Physics and getting through traps unscathed. Watch him on WGN-Chicago. Check out my page also. (Coming Soon!!!) |
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