Looks Like Weed Smoked ME / Mac Hijack

This weekend all of my friends (2) went somewhere. Wait, Three. Jake went to Baltimore. Tara went to Boston and Trent went to Maine. I am supposed to go to Pennsylvania for Brian Lynch's bbq. But Brian mass texted me, and last I checked he was white-piping-hot-foaming-at-the-rabies-angry at me for a mass text message that was only discovered when the chosen receivers of the messages got together and realized that none of them were more special than the other.

"Beech Mountain Lake" and How I Started My Advertising Megamillionaire Career
Once upon a time, Aaron, Xenia and Tara went to the Poconos. We were supposed to meet Aaron at 11 pm, but we wanted to go to Pathmark bc we had a turquoise minivan without seats and we could fit a lot of toilet paper in the car, so we let much later and arrived at 6 am, b/c Genius Xenia missed the Exit to her own house from New York City. And this is what we saw when we arrived.

Here is what we saw on the way there:

Looks like pretty cool mountain machinosauruses? Turns out Tara thought Thesaurus was a made-up word to get kids to learn about words by creating a fictitious dinosaur who kinew a lot about them. (Yes, she was this way even when she was ten years-old.)

In towns where there is almost nothing, they have Supercenter Walmart (where Mr. Dan Rottenstreich will refuse to go to despite the 98 cent avocadoes, until he becomes a burn victim in a salsa and potato accident. Ask him about it.) Here are two highlights of the trip:

How to Get BudWiser: Don't drink and drive: Drink and Boat!

We Enjoy Budweiser. But We Also Enjoy Pabst.

Such is the plight of twenty-somethings. We enjoy x but we also enjoy. Coming up soon: A new campaign Tara and I engineered to start a Pabst/Budweiser Gang and corresponding feud. Believe me, you will want to see this...