22's first Trip

From the diary of 22 (found in his holding cell)

Today, I learned from my captors that I am going to go on a trip. Truth be told, I want to go on as many trips as possible with my captures. Mainly because, as a Bucks Jersey, I don’t go to that many cool places. Sure, San Diego is nice and Vegas is always cool, but Beaumont…they take me to Beaumont way too much. And then I found out my first trip with the PRFC would be on a charter bus…well if I had a urethra, I would have peed myself. At first I thought I was gonna drive, because they put me on the driver of this bus. He didn’t speak much English, so I am pretty sure he was confused as to why I was being draped on him with cheers from the bus.

The trip up was good…we watched The Hangover and I heard this guy talking about how awesome it was “back in the day” and “when I first started playing rugby...” Seriously, that is all he said? The fucker must have ADD…I wanted to know about the past of PRFC. There was also quite a bit of talk about some “douche” (possibly a French word…not familiar with it’s origin?) I think this douche is a liquid to make a girls vag smell better. this particular douce came in "Kai flavor" or something…it is still quite confusing to me. The bucks limit their conversations to “hand jobs,” “Jell-o” and “Pumas” (both big and little.)

Anyway, the boys from PRFC won the game, stood around a parking lot eating massive quantities of meat and drinking beer. I figured we would watch the Hurt Locker or Precious on the way back, someone (same guy who wouldn’t finish a story about Pasadena Lore) kept screaming “ASIAN PORN…ASIAN PORN!” Well, that is all I am gonna say about that. I’ve got to be honest with you… there was a lot very, VERY weird things that happened on that trip.

One of the weirdest things was at the rest stop. I met a very nice man who seemed to be living in his car (not sure why he had aluminum foil on his windows though) with his very nice dog. I blacked out from terror and the smell of ripple, but the video has helped me “remember” what happened next.

Upon arriving home (jammed into a smelly bag as I am sure the cops are on the look out for me) I recall someone talking about “no one was puking this time.” I’m not sure if this was a good or bad thing though.

Hopefully the following weeks are not as eventful.

The Double Deuce