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heavycola wrote:Picked up a grimy-looking hitchhiker just south of Eugene, Oregon. He was headed to Ken Kesey's old farm. He got us high, we listened to some old-time punk, shot the shit. We stopped at a Burger King for some food. This dude didn't have much money, so he asked if he could have my free drink refill. Sure, i said. He filled the cup with half Dr Pepper and half Coke. When I queried this, he replied, well they're both heavy colas, man. It was an incredibly powerful moment, like the sun had suddenly pierced through the clouds, and suddenly the world made sense. I hugged him tight, paid and left, and began to drive towards my future. When I got past Eugene I realised I'd left the dude back in the BK, but I figured he could catch another lift, plus he'd left his weed in the glovebox so it was all good.
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heavycola wrote:Picked up a grimy-looking hitchhiker just south of Eugene, Oregon. He was headed to Ken Kesey's old farm. He got us high, we listened to some old-time punk, shot the shit. We stopped at a Burger King for some food. This dude didn't have much money, so he asked if he could have my free drink refill. Sure, i said. He filled the cup with half Dr Pepper and half Coke. When I queried this, he replied, well they're both heavy colas, man. It was an incredibly powerful moment, like the sun had suddenly pierced through the clouds, and suddenly the world made sense. I hugged him tight, paid and left, and began to drive towards my future. When I got past Eugene I realised I'd left the dude back in the BK, but I figured he could catch another lift, plus he'd left his weed in the glovebox so it was all good.
heavycola wrote:Picked up a grimy-looking hitchhiker just south of Eugene, Oregon. He was headed to Ken Kesey's old farm. He got us high, we listened to some old-time punk, shot the shit. We stopped at a Burger King for some food. This dude didn't have much money, so he asked if he could have my free drink refill. Sure, i said. He filled the cup with half Dr Pepper and half Coke. When I queried this, he replied, well they're both heavy colas, man. It was an incredibly powerful moment, like the sun had suddenly pierced through the clouds, and suddenly the world made sense. I hugged him tight, paid and left, and began to drive towards my future. When I got past Eugene I realised I'd left the dude back in the BK, but I figured he could catch another lift, plus he'd left his weed in the glovebox so it was all good.
puppydog85 wrote:My dad always used to tell me "if you can't run with the big dogs, stay on the porch". Well, when I could beat him running I would taunt him by saying that the puppy dog just beat him. You can guess the '85 part
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