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Sunday, April 27, 2008

The Shroud of Baxter

posted by on April 27 at 12:11 PM

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Late night at a motel. A vortex of interstate activity. Obese families in Ford Tauruses with Bush stickers on them. These are the people that are interested in Britney. And sex tapes. Everything is a rock show. Even church.

A team of dirt bike racers is in the room below. Theyíre knocking back Vodka-Gatorades and looking for poontang. A church group two doors down hides their daughters. Scents waft.

You check into your room. Brush teeth. And there it is, a giant burly pube on the sink, sitting there like a thick black piece of corkscrew pasta. Coiled like a viper. Staring up at you, waiting to strike. You brush and look away. And try not to think about the fact that that pube probably came from the crotch of a chicken molesting trucker named Baxter.

Time for sleep. Finally, sleep. The sanctity of a bed after a long day. You turn down the sheets and thereís a stain. Face sized. Itís like the Shroud of Turin. Is it dirt? Is it blood? Is it make-up? Jesus Christ. Maybe itís Baxterís face. Sleep comes before you can fully investigate.

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1

lol

Posted by ndrwmtsn | April 27, 2008 12:38 PM
2

a little thick with the details. if i do say so myself.

Posted by santiago | April 27, 2008 4:37 PM
3

Best not to over think that stain.

Posted by drheavy | April 27, 2008 6:09 PM
4

I had an experience much like this in a cheap motel room the night before last, before leaving Minnesota the next morning (none too soon). Had to get up at 5 to catch an early plane, so I went to bed early. Some stupid rube in the next room kept yammering nonsense in a too loud voice to his mother who was apparently also in the room (although I never heard her reply). He'd shut up just long enough for me to almost fall asleep before blurting out some new nonsense. Why did he keep repeating "Not bad for a dollar thirty nine!"? We may never know.

Posted by rk | April 27, 2008 7:56 PM
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Dude! They're not the only ones interested in Brittney.

Posted by Jethro | April 27, 2008 10:16 PM
6

Trent, buy a tent and sleeping bag. There are state parks up and down the west coast. It's much cheaper, they have showers and you can build a fire.

At least then you know who slept in your bedding last.

Posted by I'm a Nuclear Bomb | April 27, 2008 10:50 PM

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