"Fuck my life!" I shouted, as my 1987 Yugo started smoking and slowed to a stop. "I think it's broken" stated my buddy Willis in the backseat." After smashing my face into the steering wheel several times, and trying my best to ignore Willy's dumbass comment, I put the car in park and got out to see what was wrong. As I got out I noticed that my other buddy, Juan, was already outside staring at the engine. "It can't be that bad Juan, come on man..." I said as I walked closer. When I got to the front of the car I noticed why he was staring. The entire engine was melting, and I mean melting. The entire damn thing was fucking destroyed! "Damnit!" I say as I slam the hood down "what the fuck are we going to do now?!" Willis gets out of the car and pats me on the back "there there buddy, we can call a tow truck". After slapping Willy 3 times for touching me, I say calmly yet aggressively "I left my phone in the motel in Wheeling, Juan forgot his password and threw his phone off a bridge, and knowing you, your phone is probably shoved so far up your ass that you can send texts with your tongue!" Willis rubs his face where I slapped him, and says "Actually it's not this time. I have it right here". He then tosses it to me and it shatters on the ground ten feet behind me. "Well fuck", Juan says as he attempts to hold me back from strangling Willis, "I guess we have to walk to a town. Hopefully there's one close by". I get our suitcases from the trunk, hand Willis and Juan theirs and we start of on our journey. Walking down the road in the direction we were driving, as the sun begins to set behind us.
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Hippietown
Adventure3 friends, on a journey through backwoods West Virginia, come across a peculiar town in which everyone is constantly high on the pot, and style has not changed since the 60's. Will these three report this town to their bosses in the government, and...
