New Fuckin' Years!

I usually don't do anything for New Years ( mostly because I have nowhere to go ) but this year, well last year, I decided to do something I've always wanted: go to the Mount. The Mount is supposed to be a shangri-la of New Years party's, a shining beacon that all others are judged by. These are the events leading up to and after New Years. (I feel like shit so I'm only going to write this in short paragraphs for now. If you don't like it, I hate you.)

29th January - PT 1

We set off for the mount. The plan is to tent at a house a friend of ours before heading to Eli's on the 30th. Highlights from the trip:

Jeff falling out of the car and drunkenly shouting at people in the Southern Autobahn McDonald's...at eleven in the morning.

Tim declaring that his pancakes are so good, he came when he had the first mouthful.

Upon seeing Elemenop, Jeff flew into a rage and told them to stop having sex with their mothers and write some real music, or die, whichever is easier.

Yes, my friends are douche bags. But they're my douchebags.

The rest of the trip, while long, was uneventful and we were soon at our destination. We arrived in time for it to start pissing with rain, making setting up the tent sound like the worst job ever, aside from a sumo wrestler ass wiper ( what, you don't think they can do it themselves do you? Have you seen how fat those dudes are?). Thankfully the stepfather of our friend offered to let us stay in one of fthe partially completed rooms.

Little did we know we would have to combat, The Dust Room.

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