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We tried a bunch of sites with little luck, perhaps the city sensed our deep seated indifference to country music. Our luck changed with the arrival of Texans Noah Vale and Maroasted (of the peanut variety). Their love of country music leveled with our indifference and we somehow won the city back on our side. I called 'not bitch' and got to sport the black Power Rangers suit, I think Maroasted copped the pink. Appropriately attired as a fearless fighting team we busted into a decent sized drain full of tall gantry filled shafts and cobblestone bottoms. While small compared to the Texan's usual fare it created a convenient escape from the damn music-muster-of-evil-countriness taking place at the nearby cbd waterfront. We emerged somewhere in the Nashville area, near a stripclub, a liquor store and a shop named Frugal McDugal with a sign depicting an irishman of some variety. I declared we should call the drain Frugal McDugal's Tombugal. GD represent represent.
Let's set the record straight right away, SaraBellum is hardcore, and probably insane. We visited a beautiful prison - her approach method (in laymans term) is: Drive through the front fucking gate, park the car behind the cellblocks and walk in. They've the secca situ thoroughly sorted. To be frank the prison was off the hook, it was full of Fine Ass scenes. While not the most visually appealing, death row and the electric chair room were clearly the highlight. The original chair has been relocated to a nearby active prison and some wise ass replaced it with an office type chair. Perhaps there is some ironic reflection of the current day there. Death row was far too well lit and too clean to be as creepy as I expected - a few pools of liquified flesh would have really made my day. I did get to pull The Lever though so I was somewhat consoled. The cell blocks are amazing, were you able to leave at your leisure it's not bad accommodation. A small hospital occupies another corner of the grounds so I had the opportunity to take some UER-nut-rider photos of wheelchairs and what not. Blah blah blah... see flix!
The day would hardly be complete without two (2) Dairy Queen stops and a whole bunch of LAAARRRRRRRPPing. Live Action Role Playing that is. Maroasted, Noah Vale and I got our asses handed to us by the super nerds. I still declare that given a bunch of Magic Missiles (shaped curiously like the modern tennis balls) I would have stomped those suckers. DUE YOU RUE ATTACKING DSANKT DO YOU RUE IT? 
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Consumed by the rumour of another city built upon a foundation of sandstone Slim Jim and I hurtled (literally) into Nashville seeking immediate food and lodgings. On a side note, Thai satay chicken pizza is doublePLusDope. Local explorer SaraBellum hooked up the maddest accommodation yet, I'm figuring 3/4 stars on the cheeeeeap for the poor asses like us. After dropping our bags we slipped into a workers closet and found the supply lift. We popped to the top floor, poked around in a supply room and tried to bust up the roof. The door declined our offers of massages, ignored the sweet nothings we whispered in its ear and laughed as we left rejected. Can't win em all...
We tried a bunch of sites with little luck, perhaps the city sensed our deep seated indifference to country music. Our luck changed with the arrival of Texans Noah Vale and Maroasted (of the peanut variety). Their love of country music leveled with our indifference and we somehow won the city back on our side. I called 'not bitch' and got to sport the black Power Rangers suit, I think Maroasted copped the pink. Appropriately attired as a fearless fighting team we busted into a decent sized drain full of tall gantry filled shafts and cobblestone bottoms. While small compared to the Texan's usual fare it created a convenient escape from the damn music-muster-of-evil-countriness taking place at the nearby cbd waterfront. We emerged somewhere in the Nashville area, near a stripclub, a liquor store and a shop named Frugal McDugal with a sign depicting an irishman of some variety. I declared we should call the drain Frugal McDugal's Tombugal. GD represent represent.
Let's set the record straight right away, SaraBellum is hardcore, and probably insane. We visited a beautiful prison - her approach method (in laymans term) is: Drive through the front fucking gate, park the car behind the cellblocks and walk in. They've the secca situ thoroughly sorted. To be frank the prison was off the hook, it was full of Fine Ass scenes. While not the most visually appealing, death row and the electric chair room were clearly the highlight. The original chair has been relocated to a nearby active prison and some wise ass replaced it with an office type chair. Perhaps there is some ironic reflection of the current day there. Death row was far too well lit and too clean to be as creepy as I expected - a few pools of liquified flesh would have really made my day. I did get to pull The Lever though so I was somewhat consoled. The cell blocks are amazing, were you able to leave at your leisure it's not bad accommodation. A small hospital occupies another corner of the grounds so I had the opportunity to take some UER-nut-rider photos of wheelchairs and what not. Blah blah blah... see flix!
The day would hardly be complete without two (2) Dairy Queen stops and a whole bunch of LAAARRRRRRRPPing. Live Action Role Playing that is. Maroasted, Noah Vale and I got our asses handed to us by the super nerds. I still declare that given a bunch of Magic Missiles (shaped curiously like the modern tennis balls) I would have stomped those suckers. DUE YOU RUE ATTACKING DSANKT DO YOU RUE IT?
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Sgt Marshall
#1 - 2006-09-22 00:42 - Reply
dsankt
#2 - 2006-09-22 07:20 - Reply
stoop
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