Road Trip Volume 3

by thoughtsonthedead

This country is a big one, but a good car will eat the miles. And if that car has a wine rack and a shower, all the better.

038_inaction_stdThe Earthroamer containing John Mayer and various members, some long-dead, of a semi-defunct choogly-type band took the Rockies at a gallop. Bighorn sheep were spotted, and Mickey shot one. (He also shot it from the moving vehicle with the window only half-down, so for a few hours, everyone was even deafer than usual.) Mickey also shot a Hyundai, but he properly stalked this one and had a permit.

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Where was Katy Perry? They almost caught her at the Golden Globes, where she popped up briefly to wear things and have hair, but she disappeared back into her pharmacopeia of pharmacology (and her private jet) as suddenly as she appeared.

The Earthroamer shook the pine trees as it passed, top speed.

“KATY?” John Mayer cried at top volume, but only once because everyone gave him shit.

045_inaction_std“Goddammit, who let Brent drive? I take one little nap and now Brent is driving.”

“What’s the problem?”

“Why are we in a Wile E. Coyote cartoon?”

“Oh, yeah. How about that?”

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