brennasea |
10-24-2007 08:18 PM |
One time, my band was spending the night at the drummer's house. We were all in a too-much-food coma from pizza, buffalo wings, cinnamon bread, Vitamin Water, Pringles, and whipped cream. It was too late to play anymore, since the drummer's parents were sleeping. So I say, "hey, it'd be pretty fun to go for a jog right now." and get met with blank stares. "Yeah, I guess." So we record videos of us goofing around for about ten minutes.
Quarter to one, the bassist goes, "Yeah, it would be pretty cool to go for a jog." So we went out and ran for an hour and a half. Along the way we dodged cops, had the **** scared out of us by another jogger who we thought was following us, got chased by a raccoon who wasn't keen on me pissing on a tree along the road (well, that was just me, and only for about the twenty yards it took me to catch up), stopped at Speedway to buy one 89-cent water, and hid in the bushes from a family walking their dog. At one in the morning.
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