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March 11, 2008
Song of the Day - Yes. This version too. I hate myself.
After an awesome night spend sleeping on the very comfortable floor, I had to get up for day three. I woke up and showered and shatted. I once again refrained from jacking off in the morning out of respect for the others. First I rode the subway to see Shea Stadium and the new Citi Park. Then I rode the subway to Battery Park to see the beautiful Statue of Liberty from Ghostbusters 2.
While sitting at Battery Park, Muks and Bankbug came up and were headed to Ellis Island. I did not go because I'm a cheap ass. I waited 2 hours for Cheeser and Stinky Tits to get back from the Liberty Island. While here I spent my time taking pictures for Mexicans and other people who spoke in far ancient tongues. One bitch asked me if I was from New York, which meant I must have looked really pissed off. I felt honoured to have been mistaken for a real New York person, and I felt embarassed at the same time. Also I took a piss in the bathroom at Liberty Island, and the floor was so covered in shit that I just peed on the shit on the floor.
After several days of waiting for ferries to depart, Cheeser and Stinky Tits returned to the mainland. Well, maybe not the mainland since Manhattan is an island too, but they got back. We rode the subway to Chelsea, because they had docks there where the Titanic were supposed to go but didn't quite make it and some market Stinky Tits wanted to see. All I saw were rainbow flags over every door, and a dog park. Some guy was walking his dog without a leash, I petted the dog. I made a friend. Then we made it to the docks, which were suprisingly next to water. I bet the fish in that water hated their lives, because I hated being there too.
We left this shitty area, and went to Chinatown and met up with Muks and Bankbug. After spending the better part of an hour walking around looking for the restaurant we ate at last year, we ate at the one right next door to it. It was called Grand Harmony, and baw God did it suck. I believe we were served left overs, because they had no squab. Also the springrolls were cold and our jellyfish had no flavour. We asked for drinks, and ordered 4 cokes and a sprite. We were given a sprite, a coke, and 3 gingerales. They were out of coke. A restaurant, ran out of coke. The food was delivered to us one at a time, and I must say mine was actually pretty good. After we finished waiting we waited for what seemed like years to get the bill. Then once we got the bill the cunt waitress stood behind us waiting for money. Finally we left Herro City.
At this point we all split up again. I rode the rush hour train to the Bronx to see Yankee Stadium, then I got some chips and went back to the hotel to watch Monday Night Raw. Muks and Bankbug soon came to the hotel as well, and they thought it was stupid of me to kill the third of a bottle of cap'n morgan i had left. Apparently I was drunk. Chris Jericho got the Intercontinental Title that night, so it was quite neat. Then Muks, Bankbug, and I went out in the middle of the night drunk to find us some shit.
In Walgreens Muks was confronted by a real New York freak who owed him an apology. He liked to touch Muks while talking to him. He also liked legos. Apparently his mother had recently died, may she rest in peace. In the middle of the night I was waked up by the sound of nasty fucking womit. Thats all I remember.
