KappinSpaulding
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This is where BJ and Kappin save the Zone. This ad-lib story will tell the tale of BJ and Kappin's road trip filled with drunken shenanigans and dumping dead hookers.
Fill in the story!
Bj and Kappin met up at a begrimed old bar in west Arkansas. They were on the run. After a couple of whiskeys neat it was time to roll on. At around 2am they crossed into Oklahoma. The kicks coming from the trunk were growing less and less audible as the night went on. The sounds of The Pine Box Boys were drowning out the whimpering. The young ladies were just trying to make an extra buck. Kappin turned down the stereo and said "it's time to find a spot." Bj nodded.
With a quick jerk of the wheel Kappin busted a left down an old dirt road. Going too fast down a road they didn't know, you could hear a thud against the trunk with every bump they hit. Kappin gave an evil grin, swerving to hit each one at a rapidly rising speed. BJ looked at Kappin and said, "if you explode another head you are cleaning it up this time." Kappin just shrugged as a muffled scream came from the trunk. BJ hopped to the backseat, and started screaming with the girl. Back and forth shrills one of pain and one of pure joy, it was a beautiful song that both men had sung many times. Now Kappin joined in half yelling half maniacal laughing, now another voice from the trunk. A chorus of screams echoing inside the car. To most it would sound like madness, but to Kappin and BJ it was just another Friday night.
Kappin had been asleep in the passenger's seat for what seemed like 5 hours. They guys were finally getting to sleep in shifts. A scream hadn't been heard in at least a day. Kappin was awoken when he heard screeching tires and his head hit the passenger's window. BJ decided that the armadillo had to die on that chilly evening. With darkness creeping into the rear view the stench coming from the trunk was getting increasingly pungent. BJ saw an old motel and pulled into the parking lot.
It looked like the motel hadn't been in service for at least a decade. Maybe more. Most of the windows were broken and everything was covered with a thick coating of dust. Rodent tracks were patterned everywhere. Kappin said this is the place. BJ nodded in agreement but he had a tear in his eye. Kappin was curious but didn't ask questions. BJ backed the car up to the room of the old room 66. Kappin popped the trunk. It didn't smell as bad as the guys expected. The skin had the same hue as their eye shadow.
The rest of the evening was pretty uneventful. The girls were left underneath a mattress in old room 66. An hour had passed to BJ and Kappin doing 80 doing a long stretch of Texas highway. They were having a good time. The tunes were loud, the beer was good and the twisted laughter was constant. Bj turned won the radio and looked at Kappin with a concerned stare. "I'm sorry man." Kappin had to ask "what do you have to be sorry about?" "It's done, now onto the next." BJ explained the tears from the motel. They girls were his 19th and 20th. BJ felt that was a milestone so he kept and ear from each.
"Where are we headed next" asked Kappin. BJ just busted out singing:
"Then one day he was shootin at some food,
And down through the ceiling came a bloody pool.
Blood that is, red glow, life tea.
Well the first thing you know ol Jed's a millionaire,
Kinfolk said "Jed move away from there"
Said "Californy is the place you ought to be"
So they loaded up the truck and moved to Beverly.
Hills, that is. Swimmin pools, movie stars, and plenty of hookers"
Fill in the story!
Bj and Kappin met up at a begrimed old bar in west Arkansas. They were on the run. After a couple of whiskeys neat it was time to roll on. At around 2am they crossed into Oklahoma. The kicks coming from the trunk were growing less and less audible as the night went on. The sounds of The Pine Box Boys were drowning out the whimpering. The young ladies were just trying to make an extra buck. Kappin turned down the stereo and said "it's time to find a spot." Bj nodded.
With a quick jerk of the wheel Kappin busted a left down an old dirt road. Going too fast down a road they didn't know, you could hear a thud against the trunk with every bump they hit. Kappin gave an evil grin, swerving to hit each one at a rapidly rising speed. BJ looked at Kappin and said, "if you explode another head you are cleaning it up this time." Kappin just shrugged as a muffled scream came from the trunk. BJ hopped to the backseat, and started screaming with the girl. Back and forth shrills one of pain and one of pure joy, it was a beautiful song that both men had sung many times. Now Kappin joined in half yelling half maniacal laughing, now another voice from the trunk. A chorus of screams echoing inside the car. To most it would sound like madness, but to Kappin and BJ it was just another Friday night.
Kappin had been asleep in the passenger's seat for what seemed like 5 hours. They guys were finally getting to sleep in shifts. A scream hadn't been heard in at least a day. Kappin was awoken when he heard screeching tires and his head hit the passenger's window. BJ decided that the armadillo had to die on that chilly evening. With darkness creeping into the rear view the stench coming from the trunk was getting increasingly pungent. BJ saw an old motel and pulled into the parking lot.
It looked like the motel hadn't been in service for at least a decade. Maybe more. Most of the windows were broken and everything was covered with a thick coating of dust. Rodent tracks were patterned everywhere. Kappin said this is the place. BJ nodded in agreement but he had a tear in his eye. Kappin was curious but didn't ask questions. BJ backed the car up to the room of the old room 66. Kappin popped the trunk. It didn't smell as bad as the guys expected. The skin had the same hue as their eye shadow.
The rest of the evening was pretty uneventful. The girls were left underneath a mattress in old room 66. An hour had passed to BJ and Kappin doing 80 doing a long stretch of Texas highway. They were having a good time. The tunes were loud, the beer was good and the twisted laughter was constant. Bj turned won the radio and looked at Kappin with a concerned stare. "I'm sorry man." Kappin had to ask "what do you have to be sorry about?" "It's done, now onto the next." BJ explained the tears from the motel. They girls were his 19th and 20th. BJ felt that was a milestone so he kept and ear from each.
"Where are we headed next" asked Kappin. BJ just busted out singing:
"Then one day he was shootin at some food,
And down through the ceiling came a bloody pool.
Blood that is, red glow, life tea.
Well the first thing you know ol Jed's a millionaire,
Kinfolk said "Jed move away from there"
Said "Californy is the place you ought to be"
So they loaded up the truck and moved to Beverly.
Hills, that is. Swimmin pools, movie stars, and plenty of hookers"
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