Personal Log. Commodore Ludwig. 04.25.3001.Uh...gaw...J-Lud's got the blow chunks man. He's tossing cookies like a bulimic after a Girl Scout cookie rally. Not cool man, not cool.
We was cruzin' along, keepn' things melo' and on the d-low, when out of no where, some crazy kat side swiped us a mad fender bender. The impact took out our big rigs and left us without juice – y'know what I'm say'n.
Oh gawd, ug blurp...
That other kat bare-backed us a wooly one and it turned the old Liberace into a tilt awhirl, spinning us round and round on a not so merry go round.
Uh...grrrawl...blrawl....ga...
...before I knew it, I was a whirly bird flying all over the main deck. Cruel vibes, man. Cruel vibes.
I've been barfing up eggplant parm ever since.
burp...ggggrrraaaawwwlllbrlrbb...
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