The Camping Trip

So Abacus said I could come camping in the tunnels with you guys if I made a geology website for him.

Wicked!

Geez, Car! What is all that crap?

I got my tent, some Hot Rods, a few Kit Kats, travel Monopoly (which is the shit), my smokes, oh nasty… a forty of Ouzo? iPad, iPad mini I stole from work…

Hey look! Here comes Mallory!

Hey Mallory! Abacus lent me a backpack and an oak walking stick! I look like a real gnome!

I see you’re a serious adventure man. On zee streets of Montreal, I wouldn’t mess with you, oh no.

That’s all you’re bringing?

Hmm… I ‘ave my knife for wounding, chocolate for licking and zee sketchbook for scribbling gruesome.

Oh, and I ‘ave my little leather purse for my dru-, I mean… for my special girl zings. You don’t want to look zere, oh no.

Ewwww, sick!

Girl things? I get it, you couldn’t leave your vibrator behind. You got a Last Dance? A Writhe? Whoa… you bring a Muck Log?

Um, my purse is full of liberty caps and many, many pills.

Why did Abacus tell us to meet out here? Where is that fucker?

PLEASE SPARE ME YOUR CRUDE INSULTS, CARL!

D-Did you guys hear that? Is this schizophrenia? Is it my time?

Mmm… Carl, is okay. Just um, please move away from zee ghoul toadstools, merci.

Good day!

Abacus! I almost shit! That was worse than the time I smoked that bone dipped in Sherm!

Hello everyone! I hope you’re ready for the trip.

I need this vacation. Gonna unwind and write some rhymes!

My mic style is hyper!

Surround you like a diaper!

Catching all your shits!

And… ah… fuck.