Diesel's Caribbean Cruise Trip Report

[Rick Diesel]

Due to the popularity of my Vegas trip report, I have detailed my latest venture here, for your enjoyment. Please save yourself the hassle of posting any negative comments, as I really don't give a [censored].

Booking the cruise

Way back in February of this year, the wife and I were trying to decide what to do this year for vacation. As Mrs. Diesel only gets 3 weeks of vacation at her job, our options are somewhat limited. We have been in a steady pattern of going on two vacations every year, as we go on one vacation with our friends, and another vacation with one of our families, rotating each year. This year we were due to go on vacation with her parents, and decided to join them for two weeks in Myrtle Beach in August. We were, though, still undecided as to how to spend our other week.

Mrs. D thought it would be fun to go to Disney World in October with a couple of our friends. I thought it would be more fun to go on a cruise in May. We made the decision to go to Disney World, however I told her that I was going to win enough money to pay for the cruise that very night playing poker, but she did not believe me. Well, luck must have played a great factor that day, because I won the 6:30 $5.50 rebuy on Stars for $3,600. Now we just had to figure out a way to get the wife off of work for an additional week, so that we could take both trips.

That problem was easily solved, as I coached my wife to go to her boss and ask for a raise. We both knew that her douchebag boss would not give her a raise, because the company is struggling financially, however this was an opportunity to work with what we actually had a chance to get. I showed my wife how she could get her boss to understand all of the hard work that she does, and how she feels underappreciated. I had her tell the boss that she feels that she is not rewarded for that work, and since he can not afford to pay her more money, he should give her additional vacation time. He immediately agreed to give her another week of vacation. Problem solved.

Our friends have gotten into the habit of going on a week-long Caribbean cruise every-other May. This will be their third cruise, however it will be the first for the wife and I. They had already decided on the cruise, it would be the Western Caribbean cruise on the Carnival ship Glory. The stops would be at Key West, Belize, Cozumel, and Progreso.

Here is the lineup of who will be joining us on the trip:

Rick Diesel – me
Mrs. Diesel – my wife
Big E – my best friend
Mrs. E – my best friend’s wife
KK – a good friend of mine
Big E’s parents – Who shall be referred to as Mr. and Mrs. Sting, although there was a great debate as to whether his father looked more like Sting or Marcel Luske.
Big E’s sister – Who shall be referred to as Whiplash due to the fact that numerous men must have received severe neck injuries straining to check her out. She is a model, six foot tall, thin, with blond hair and huge natural boobs. She is definitely the hottest chick on the entire boat.
KK’s parents – Nothing particularly interesting happened involving them on the trip, so they will just be referred to as KK’s parents.
SHU – A friend of Sting and KK’s father, who was dubbed the nickname SHU during the trip because every day he seemed to wear a different shirt pimping the initials of the college for which he is the defensive coordinator of the football team.

Well, now that you know the players, it is time for a detailed recap of the game. As to prevent everyone from complaining about the length of this report, I will be breaking it down into 8 sections, one for each day of the trip. I will warn all of you that day one is probably the most boring day, so please don’t be quick to judge the trip or think that I have lost the Mojo that was generated in my Vegas trip report. And without further delay, you can find day one further down in this thread.

Rick Diesel

[Rick Diesel]

Day One – Saturday, May 23rd

The f**king alarm clock is blaring in my ear, and unfortunately I open my eyes to see that it is only 6:00 am. Despite only about 3 hours of sleep, Mrs Diesel and I eagerly jump out of bed, and begin preparation for our flight that is leaving Pittsburgh at 8:20 am. We are in the car within 20 minutes, and drive over to my parent’s house. My parent’s actually live on the way to the airport, so my dad is going to drop us off at the airport and pick us up when we get back, saving me approximately $50 in parking. Thanks dad. Big E and his wife were going to ride out to the airport with us, but then backed out when they found out that we only planned on getting to the airport about an hour before the flight departs. I guess they were too scared that the 23 or so other people that were stupid enough to book flights this early were going to cause a big delay at the airport.

Anyway, we get to the airport around 7:00 am, check our bags, and head to our gate. Security goes smoothly, because I am wearing tennis shoes. I travel a lot for work, and have noticed that I have never been stopped for additional security checks when wearing tennis shoes (about 10 experiences), but have been stopped EVERY time when wearing dress shoes (about 5 experiences).

As we get to the gate, we find out that our flight has been delayed until 9:15 am, because the flight crew got in late the previous night and has to meet their mandatory amount of sleep time before they can fly again. As noted in my Vegas trip report, it has now been confirmed that all pilots are p*ssies. All of the ladies decide to go shopping in some of the airport shops, so being the polite gentlemen that we all are, we decide to accompany them from shop to shop, urging them to spend more of our hard-earned money on worthless crap. Yeah right! Obviously we really went to the bar. “BLOODY MARY’S ALL AROUND!” screamed Sting. If getting to the airport signals the official start of your vacation, well then it was about 20 minutes into the vacation and I already had a drink in my hand.

So the guys sit in the bar for about an hour and a half, talking about the fun we are going to have on the booze cruise in Cozumel, talking about how much we are going to take from the casino on board playing –EV table games, talking about how clear the water will be, and how soft the sand will be, talking about how much we are going to drink every night, talking about how much we are going to eat at dinner, talking about how this may be the best trip ever.

Soon it comes time to head back to the gate, and before we know it we are on the plane heading to Orlando. I don’t remember much of the flight, except that I got 2 gin and tonics and fell asleep for about 20 minutes. I had recently purchased an Ipod for the Mrs., and one for myself, and they definitely come in handy during the plane ride. We touch down in Orlando at 11:00am. Important note: We flew on AirTran and the ripped 3 of our bags. Let me repeat, WE FLEW ON AIR TRAN AND THEY RIPPED THREE OF OUR BAGS. I advise you to avoid AirTran if possible. It also really pissed me off because I always tip the bag guys at the express check-in well.

We quickly find our driver, as since we had a group of 11, our travel agent booked us our own transportation to and from the port, for about $200 total, much cheaper than the Carnival offered transportation of $50 per person. This also enabled us to make stops along the way, and leave as soon as we were ready, rather than having to wait for other passengers. As we boarded our van, we immediately informed the driver that he was going to have to make a quick pit stop at a beer store, as we could not possibly make the hour long drive to the port without some frosty cold beverages. We found one quickly, and bought a case of beer for the ride. Since none of the girls wanted to drink, it worked out quite well because each of the guys got 4 beers, almost perfect for the ride. Well, it would have been perfect until KK says that he doesn’t want any beers because he doesn’t feel well. What the f*ck? Well, I am certainly not letting any of the beer go to waste, so I down six in the 65 minutes it takes to get to the port.

After our detour at the beer store, we got to the port around 12:30. The ship was to set sail at 4:00 pm, and supposedly boarding was to start at 1:30, however people were already boarding when we arrived. It took us about an hour to move through all of the security and get onto the ship. We went to find our rooms, but as we were on our way we noticed that they had messed up our dinner times, as many of us had different times than were requested, let alone none of us were at the same table. So we decided to split up, and the women would go and correct the dinner times, and the men would go and explore the ship.

I am not sure if heading directly to the deck and going straight to the bar is considered “exploring”, but when in unfamiliar territory you tend to do what you do best. And what I do best is get really drunk. We make a quick swing by the deli and I grab a turkey sandwich. It was very good, and I make a mental note to revisit the deli for lunch in the future. We then grab a table on deck and proceed to order multiple buckets of Miller Lite. Then it starts to rain, so we take our beers and move to a table under some cover, and proceed to consume multiple beverages in a short time period. Soon the ladies join us, and Mrs. Diesel, Mrs. Big E, and Whiplash are drinking some sort of drink that appears to be 98% rum and 2% something fruity. I immediately change my drink of choice to that, as it certainly appears to be more alcohol for the money.

Everyone that we are with appears to be pretty pissed off that it is raining as we leave port, but it certainly does not bother me. They, being the experienced cruisers that they are, explain that normally when the boat is leaving the port, they are playing music and everyone is up on deck dancing and screaming. This is not happening, because of the rain. I say, “Who gives a sh*t? We still have beer. Let’s drink!” Everyone seems to agree. Our dinner time is set for 6:15, so we drink until about 6:13 and then head down to dinner. I think it is at dinner when I realize that I am completely drunk as all f*ck. Anyway, we proceed to eat. I order some sort of fish, and it was good. We also drank a couple bottles of wine. Dinner ends around 8:00 and we head back to our rooms to see if our luggage is there yet. We find that our luggage has arrived, but decided to take a short nap (this is code for “I passed out”) and get ready to go out later.

Mrs. Diesel and I awake from our short nap to see that it is now 1:45 am. I guess we slept a little longer than we had anticipated. As we are going to Key West the next day, we figure that we will need all the rest we can get, and decide to just go back to sleep. As the boat is docking at 9:00 am, I call and get a wake-up call for 8:00. We look forward to heading to Key West the next day, as a friend of ours just moved down to Marathon and is making the hour drive to Key West to meet up with us. More on that and a long day of drinking in Key West in the next installment.

Rick Diesel

[jakethebake]

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Big E’s sister – Who shall be referred to as Whiplash due to the fact that numerous men must have received severe neck injuries straining to check her out. She is a model, six foot tall, thin, with blond hair and huge natural boobs. She is definitely the hottest chick on the entire boat.

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Big E’s sister – Who shall be referred to as Whiplash due to the fact that numerous men must have received severe neck injuries straining to check her out. She is a model, six foot tall, thin, with blond hair and huge natural boobs. She is definitely the hottest chick on the entire boat.

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[Dubra]

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Big E’s sister – Who shall be referred to as Whiplash due to the fact that numerous men must have received severe neck injuries straining to check her out. She is a model, six foot tall, thin, with blond hair and huge natural boobs. She is definitely the hottest chick on the entire boat.

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yes more on this please !

[Rick Diesel]

Day Two – Sunday May 24th - Key West

We actually wake up at 7:30, before the wake up call, and head up to the Lido Deck (this is the deck containing the pools, hot tubs, and the buffet). We head to the buffet for some breakfast, and I get what would become my standard for the week, and omelet with mushrooms and cheese, 6 sausage links, 4 hash browns, and 2 glasses of orange juice. For a buffet, the food was very good.

Around 8:30 we head back to our rooms to prepare for our voyage into Key West. As I noted previously, we are meeting a friend of ours who just moved down into the area, so we separated from the group and leave the ship right at 9:00.

This was my first time in Key West, and I really liked it. It reminded me of a miniature New Orleans, with all kinds of bars and shops on Duvall Street. The wife and I wondered around on Duvall Street for a while, and then headed to the Hogs Breath Saloon where we were to meet our friend at 11:30. We get there a few minutes early and head straight to the bar and decide to sample some Hogs Breath Beer. Mrs. Diesel thought it was good, but I have certainly had better. She decided to keep drinking the Hogs Breath, but I switched over to Corona.

Our friend was running late, and met us there around 12:00. We ate lunch at the Hogs Breath, and I got the shrimp and chips. It was very good. Our friend and my wife are both in the design business, so he started telling her about this art gallery down the street that he wanted her to see. So we start to stroll down Duvall Street. At this point I have about 6 beers in me, and almost have a nice buzz going, so I really just want to go to another bar and drink some more, but out friend keeps insisting that we see this art gallery, so we keep walking.

Along the way, my wife and our friend proceed to make fun of me for about a solid 5 minutes because I crossed the street for a block and then crossed back over just so I wouldn’t have to walk past the person standing on the street corner with a large snake wrapped around them. I don’t know what it is about snakes, but if you gave me the choice of having a ferocious lion running full speed towards me at 50 feet away and a little baby snake slithering in between my legs, I would choose the lion in a heartbeat.

Anyway, we go to this art gallery, and it sucks. I am getting really bored, so I decide to call KK and find out where they are at. He says that him, Big E, Big E’s wife, and Whiplash are all in some store right across from a bar called Irish Kevin’s. Lucky for me, we were standing outside Irish Kevin’s so we said goodbye to our friend and walked across the street to meet up with them.

As the girls continue to do some shopping, the guys decide to head over to the Bare Bottom Bar. We sit in the bar for about an hour, drinking some beers, when the girls finally come back to get us. They want to start heading back to the ship, as we set sail again at 4:30. As we are walking to the door, Big E and I overhear someone talking about some girl dancing upstairs with big fake boobs. Almost instantaneously, we both realize that there is a strip club upstairs, which is why the place is called the Bare Bottoms Bar. Anyway, we quickly make up some excuse to the girls telling them we will meet them down the street in a few minutes, and jet up the stairs as soon as they are out of sight. (Note: my wife could give two sh*ts if I went to a strip club, but Big E’s wife is highly against it, so we had to be secretive.) Turns out we weren’t missing much, as the talent on a Sunday afternoon must not be the best.

We head back to the boat, with me again crossing the street to avoid walking past the snake. We get to the boat and clean ourselves up for dinner. We get to dinner, and I decide to start a new trend and order two main courses, as I couldn’t decide between the black tiger shrimp and the smoked salmon. This trend would continue for the rest of the trip. The dinner was excellent, and everything was going great, until the cruise director appears in the center of the dining room with a microphone. He then explains to everyone that we are going to divide the ship up into three teams, and each team will receive points for participating in the events that are held on the ship throughout the week. At the end of the week, they will announce which team has the most points, and they will be able to celebrate their no prize victory. The ship is divided into the red team, blue team, and white team. The entire rest of the week, they would update everyone on the total points scored by each team, and everyone seemed to take this so seriously. I just couldn’t understand why anyone would care about this when there are no prizes involved.

After dinner we head to the show, where a performer named Marcus Anthony was going to be singing hits from Motown. I am a big R&B fan, so I thought that the show was excellent. The show ended around 10:00, so we decided to head up to the casino and play some –EV table games until around 11:30, when we would return to the theatre to get good seats for the adult comedy show beginning at 12:00. In an uneventful hour and a half, I dropped $100 on the blackjack table. The comedian was good, and we head back up to the disco, which is called White Heat, which we referred to as “Dub H”. Whiplash is scoring us all numerous free drinks by flirting with the wait staff, which is fine with me. We call it a night around 2:00, as we figure the day at sea tomorrow will be cause for an all day drink fest, and we should probably get some rest.

My two day totals are (these are accurate totals based on the bill I received on my credit card):

Gambling -$100
Drinking 4 glasses of wine at dinner
4 rum punches
28 (7 buckets) Miller Lites

An update on the day at sea, including the major injury sustained by Mrs. Diesel, the waiter that brought Whiplash free drinks the entire rest of the trip, and how the movie Napoleon Dynamite played a major role in the trip, to come tomorrow.

Rick Diesel

[Rick Diesel]

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Pictures will be posted in a couple of days once I get a chance to scan in the pictures and get my other film developed.

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and how the movie Napoleon Dynamite played a major role in the trip, to come tomorrow.


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Don't scare me like that D.

[mmbt0ne]

6 days still left. Pictures of whiplash still missing.

[jakethebake]

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Nice bump.

[Rick Diesel]

My apologies. The beatdown from work over the past week has been severe. However, tomorrow morning I am traveling to Fort Smith, Arkansas for the rest of the week. There probably ain't [censored] to do there but some good old fashion cow tipping, so I should be able to catch up on the report for you losers.

[jakethebake]

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My apologies. The beatdown from work over the past week has been severe. However, tomorrow morning I am traveling to Fort Smith, Arkansas for the rest of the week. There probably ain't [censored] to do there but some good old fashion cow tipping, so I should be able to catch up on the report for you losers.

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[xLukex]

What's up Pittsburgh?!?!

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Mr. Diesel is from Pittsburgh.

I got excited.

[jakethebake]

Reminder bump for rick.

[chaas4747]

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Jake, do you have stuff like this written on your calendar?

[jakethebake]

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Jake, do you have stuff like this written on your calendar?

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No.

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hahaha....look, Rick, just post a pic of Whiplash and everyone will be happy...

[Shajen]

the Diesel needs to finish this.

[2+2 wannabe]

if i know diesel (which i don't) he will finish it today

[Rick Diesel]

Day Three – Sunday – Day at Sea

We woke up at 9:00 and head up to the buffet for some breakfast. We notice and Big E and the Mrs. are up there eating already, so we join them. Being experienced cruisers, they warn us that the days at sea seem very long, so it may be a good idea to get limited sun exposure. That would probably be a good idea, if we don’t get too drunk to remember it.

Around 10:00 we find I nice spot up on the deck next to all of our friends and set up shop for the day. Once again, I will be sunning my pasty white body in an attempt to turn it into a slightly less pasty white body. Around 10:30 Sting shows up on deck carrying the largest Listerine bottle I have ever seen. Immediately I think to myself, “Wow, you could fit a whole lot of alcohol in that bottle.” As I proceed to gaze down at the bottle, I realize that the liquid inside the bottle is clear, as opposed to the blue or green color that mouthwash normally is. Sting then tells me that there is no mouthwash in the bottle. Instead there is two bottles of Bacardi 151 inside. The funny thing is, he probably could have fit 5 or 6 bottles worth in it. I wish I would have thought of something this smart before we left, and then I spend 5 minutes scolding Sting for not letting me in on the secret before we got on the ship. Yes, you read that correctly, I was yelling at my best friend’s dad for not letting me in on his alcohol smuggling secrets.

It became a solid routine for the rest of the week that everytime you would see Sting up on deck, he would have the Listerine bottle with him. It was funny to see the looks that he would get walking around deck carrying it, but he sure played it up.

Anyway, perhaps the most amusing part of the trip came during this morning. Myself, KK, Big E, Sting, SHU, and Whiplash all decide to head up and ride the waterslide. If I would describe Sting, he is probably in his mid-50s, but in extremely good shape. He still plays basketball with my friends and I, and can hold his own. Sting goes down the slide first, and has no problems. SHU decides to go down the slide next. Here is the running commentary for SHU’s trip down the waterslide:

Big E: Wow he got off to a slow start.
KK: What the hell is he doing?
Diesel: Is he stuck?
Whiplash: I think he is stuck.
KK: I wonder if it has something to do with his shorts.
Diesel: What?
KK: He is not wearing swim trunks.
KK: They are like cut-off jogging pants.
Little Kid waiting in line: Look everyone, the fat guy got stuck!
Everyone: LOL, LOL, ROFL, LOL
Whiplash: Look at his face, I think he has to take a wicked crap.

So SHU ended up having to basically pull himself down the slide with his hands while he sat there. I am 100% sure that I cannot possibly describe how funny this was, it was one of those times that you really had to be there to enjoy the full beauty of it. Needless to say I heckled him the rest of the week about the slide incident, trying my best to get him to go down again, but with no success. Also note that we rode the slide at least once a day for the rest of the week and did not see a single other person struggle to get down even the slightest bit.

We were able to limit our drinking during the long day in the sun, because the Captain’s Cocktail Party was before dinner tonight where they would be handing out free drinks for an hour and a half. We decided that we would take full advantage of this, and make them regret the decision to give us anything for free, particularly those with alcoholic content.

We headed back to the room around 3:30 and dressed up in our finest, as the dinner tonight was formal dress. At 4:30 we all met up in the hallway and headed to Dub H, the home of the Captain’s Cocktail Party. Upon arriving at Dub H, we were greeted by a waiter with a tray full of various drinks. The six youngsters (myself, Mrs. D, Big E, Mrs. Big E, KK, and Whiplash) all grabbed a Whiskey Sour and found a nice table. I then informed the waiter that if he could have this entire table covered end to end with Whiskey Sours within 10 minutes, I would give him $20. He quickly agreed, and hustled his ass off to get as many drinks made as possible during this time. The table was probably big enough to hold 40 drinks on it, but as he was bringing them over, we were consuming them at a rapid pace. Once the ten minutes had passed, the table was almost completely covered. I gave him the $20, but he did not stop until the entire table was covered. I have pictures to prove this, and they will be posted once I can figure out how to do that (along with the other pictures that many of you have been waiting on).

By the time we got to dinner, I was [censored] up. I drank so much during the cocktail party that I was having trouble walking straight. Anyway, we get to dinner and I see the filet mignon on the menu. I order two, because I am a pig. It was definitely the best meal of the trip, although some others came close.

After dinner we head back to the room for a while so that the Mrs. and I can pass out. The show tonight was something gay that neither of us really had any interest in, so we figured some sleep would be good. We woke up around 10:00 and headed up to the casino to meet up with everyone else. During dinner, I was so drunk that I barely noticed, but apparently one of the waiters was talking to Whiplash for a while, and told her that he would be working in the Dub H later and we should come check it out. As we meet up with everyone in the casino, Whiplash tells us that she wants to go to Dub H to meet her new friend, and we should all go because he really likes her and she can probably score some free drinks.

As we get to Dub H, we go straight to the bar and I order 6 of whatever the hell the shot special of the day was. As always, I am flirting with the female bartender who is from India (There were a total of 4 people on the ship the entire time that I saw that were from the U.S. All four were dancers. All four were HAWT!). I ask the bartender what here name is, and being that it was really loud in the club, all I could here was something that sounded like Pedro.

Now I am sure many of you will not like me for what I am about to detail, but I was extremely drunk pretty much the entire trip, and I don’t care anyway. So, I say to KK, “Hey, she told me her name was Pedro.” KK then says “Yeah, I bet there is a lot of Pedro’s on this ship.” I then decide that from this point on, anyone who’s skin color was not white shall be referred to as Pedro for the entire rest of the trip. While this tactic did annoy some people (Mrs. Diesel), it also made for high entertainment for others (basically everyone else).

So anyway, Whiplash meets up with the waiter that she was talking to at dinner. He proceeds to bring us drinks. Whiplash had stated that we might be able to get some free drinks, but what we ended up getting was ALL DRINKS FREE! That’s right, we drank for free at dinner and at Dub H for the rest of the week. Unfortunately this waiter did not work on the deck at all, which would have just been waaaaay to convenient. Anyway, I quickly lose count of how much I have drank for the rest of the week, because when they are free, they go down quick. And when they are free, somehow they even taste better. And when they are free…..wait, did I mention they were free?

Anyway, we all rip it all night and pretty much get tanked beyond the point of all recognition. At some point during the night my wife tells Whiplash that she thinks she is sooooo beautiful. I say to the Mrs., “Is this your way of inviting her for a threesome?” She quickly punches me in the arm and tells me to quit being a pervert. Damn it, I really thought I had a chance there. Probably about a one in a million chance, but a chance none the less. So we all head out to the dance floor. By now Big E and his wife have called it a night, but me, Mrs. D., KK, and Whiplash are ruling the dance floor. Ruling until the conga line started anyway. Mrs. D. somehow ends up stepping on someone’s foot in the conga line and sprains her ankle. I have to give her a piggy back ride back to the room, and we put some ice on it and I tell her we will check it out tomorrow. It is about 2:30 am when we finally pass out for the night.

The next episode will include full details of the ghetto also known as Belize, the shuffleboard championships of the world, and how I almost had to lay the smack down on some little bitch who was mad that I was staring at his wife’s fake boobs.

Rick Diesel

[Yeti]

Slide bit was funny. I wanted to do a gay oral sex FYP but it was too good of a post to do that to.

www.imageshack.us (http://www.imageshack.us) for pics.

[tonypaladino]

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We need pics. This Trip report is awesom.

[jackdaniels]

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[onthebutton]

More.

[samjjones]

Whiplash pics are mandatory at this point, too.

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[jakethebake]

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[texaspimp]

Where in the hell is whiplash???

Diesel, do not disappoint your faithful bretheren!

[Peca277]

Rick's trip reports are the best, but could still be better with pics of Whiplash!

[Bulldog]

Is it Day Four yet?

[jakethebake]

These pics better be good.

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-d

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there's no way whiplash is hot enough to counteract the insane amount of waiting time.

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there's no way whiplash is hot enough to counteract the insane amount of waiting time.

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totally. at this point, she would have to be hot as balls, AND naked in my bed, to justify all this waiting. i give up.

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These pics better be good.

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I've given up on Rick. /images/graemlins/frown.gif

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there's no way whiplash is hot enough to counteract the insane amount of waiting time.

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totally. at this point, she would have to be hot as balls, AND naked in my bed, to justify all this waiting. i give up.

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The d always comes through... just be patient for once in your lives little ootists.

[lucas9000]

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I've given up on Rick. /images/graemlins/frown.gif

-d

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there's no way whiplash is hot enough to counteract the insane amount of waiting time.

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totally. at this point, she would have to be hot as balls, AND naked in my bed, to justify all this waiting. i give up.

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The d always comes through... just be patient for once in your lives little ootists.

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i'm willing to bet he doesn't come through on this one.

[meep_42]

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I've given up on Rick. /images/graemlins/frown.gif

-d

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there's no way whiplash is hot enough to counteract the insane amount of waiting time.

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totally. at this point, she would have to be hot as balls, AND naked in my bed, to justify all this waiting. i give up.

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The d always comes through... just be patient for once in your lives little ootists.

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#2578524 - 06/07/05 04:42 PM

Today - 07/22/05 01:39 PM

-d

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I've given up on Rick. /images/graemlins/frown.gif

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there's no way whiplash is hot enough to counteract the insane amount of waiting time.

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totally. at this point, she would have to be hot as balls, AND naked in my bed, to justify all this waiting. i give up.

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The d always comes through... just be patient for once in your lives little ootists.

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#2578524 - 06/07/05 04:42 PM

Today - 07/22/05 01:39 PM

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Uh so?

[Brock Landers]

This is just not fair. FINISH THE REPORT

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http://www.suxeh.net/images/bump.jpg

[jakethebake]

http://www.rootsweb.com/~usgenweb/ok/kay/tombstones/bump_miloflorence.jpg

[lucas9000]

guys it's not happening. we have been hoodwinked.

[jackdaniels]

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Bump for good luck /images/graemlins/tongue.gif

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[jakethebake]

Where's Whiplash???


http://www.acsu.buffalo.edu/~gns2/bump.jpg

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Where's Whiplash???


http://www.acsu.buffalo.edu/~gns2/bump.jpg

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nh

[geosgirl]

BUMP

[Peca277]

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Peca277/050904.jpg

Is it even worth it anymore?

[tonypaladino]

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Is it even worth it anymore?

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He's back (http://forumserver.twoplustwo.com/showflat.php?Cat=&Board=exchange&Number=3251489&Fo rum=,All_Forums,&Words=&Searchpage=0&Limit=25&Main =3251489&Search=true&where=&Name=1848&daterange=&n ewerval=&newertype=&olderval=&oldertype=&bodyprev= #Post3251489)

[mason55]

bump

[2+2 wannabe]

did you read the link above your post?

[mason55]

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did you read the link above your post?

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obviously not /images/graemlins/frown.gif

[tonypaladino]

I am nominating this thread for the most dissapointing in all of 2+2 history.

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Seconded. Unless we all get an early print of the book he is writing (with pics!!!).

[samjjones]

Just when I had forgotten about this f-ing thread....you guys bring it back up. This thread should be locked and Rick Diesel banned for a minimum of 3 years.