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I believe that the articles featured this issue are particularly insightful. They plunge deeper into human psychology than we have done for a long time (since "Fries," in fact. See issue 5). Anyway, here's something new and nice for you to enjoy! odO$Obo.$Obo.$Obo.$Obo.$Obo.$Obo.odO$|$Obo.odO$.odO$.odO$.odO$.odO$.odO$Obo ";P' THE BOSS MC AND DJ GNARLY WAYNE GO CAMPING d' by BMC ;P d'. .,;::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::;,"*,; OK now, the most important thing to remember about this story is that it all takes place back in the summer of '86. No, wait, the most important part is that this was the summer that The Boss MC was going to teach Gnarly Wayne how to get laid by some dangerously young ladies. It was a misty spring morning, and as Boss awoke from his slumber an enchanted and evil idea rose in his mind. This would be the weekend when sex was obtained for both young friends and the burden of being 9 year old virgins would finally be lifted. The plan unfolded in his mind from the beginning to the end and there was certainly no way in which it could be fouled up. The idea was a camping trip. Boss MC had already gotten permission from the two young mothers to take their daughters on the camping trip. The girls were the pinnacle of beauty and ignorance, and their names were Plum and Carrot. Both girls were angelic, and it was simple to understand how The Boss could fall so deeply and crazily in love with them. Gnarly Wayne brought the camping equipment and Boss brought the alcohol and electric eels. "This is going to be the best weekend of our lives," said the MC. "I concur," replied the DJ, "I am likewise anticipating a weekend of excellently fun camping." "And getting laid," said Boss. "Uh-huh oh yeah I forgot. I'm so totally eager," said Wayne. part 2 So we went and picked up the girls in Wayne's car, and I noted that there was not enough room for Carrot and Plum in the back seat and that Carrot should sit up front with us. Gnarly Wayne seemed to have no clue that this was my subtle way of getting her into a position where I could feel her up, and being the swell guy he is he got out of the car and threw a bunch of stuff out until there was enough room back there that we could successfully segregate the men from the women, erh, girls. Assuming that the girls would not understand a sophisticated language like Pig Latin, I said "ayneWay, hatWay reAay ouYay oingDay? e'reWay ryingTay oTay etGay aidLay, ememberRay?" "Oh right I forgot we were trying to get laid," said Wayne, audible enough that there was no way that the girls could have missed it. I looked back nervously and saw a sly smile graze the lips of Plum. In what Wayne later told me was an attempt to seem cool, he put Prozac's tape in the deck and turned it up very loud and began singing all the words. I looked back at the girls who were bug-eyed with horror, and suggested that Wayne substitute the tape with something a little more seductive. I injected my personal copy of "Marvin Gaye's Greatest Hits," and a smile returned to their faces, but it was a slow process because of the great amount of shock they had just suffered. Needless to say the drive was a long one, and when we finally reached the lake, the Waynestar picked out a spot and freestyled some Bzarhands stories through the afternoon and into the evening. I spent most of thet time eyeing up Plum as her eyes were locked on my loaded weapon. One of my many excellent plans was to intoxicate the young beauties, and upon my suggestion we opened a large bottle of vodka and commenced drinking games. We played several games of truth or dare, and Gnarly Wayne kept giving stupid dares like "eat some grass" or "roll around in the dirt". To top it all off, he constantly chose to tell the truth about things, and this made things incredibly boring. During this time the DJ consumed more than three quarters of the bottle, which didn't leave enough for the rest of us, but did intoxicate him to the point where I believed that he had completely forgotten about the prime objective of getting laid. It was time to set up the tents. "Hey what do you know," I said, "I guess I only brought one two-man tent. How crowded this will be!" The girls giggled and I found myself unable to stop smiling. "Well, actually...," said Wizzo, "I brought another te-" "Shut the hell up," I said to my drunken friend, "we are getting laid tonight and you're not going to ruin it!" Gnarly Wayne continued to unload the car. As I sat there with my head in my hands for a moment, I heard Wayne mutter something angrily. Plum, Carrot, and I gathered around to see what was the matter. Wayne spoke: "When I was clearing out the back seat I tossed two of the sleeping bags out. Now we only have two sleeping bags between the 4 of us." I smiled to myself, because Wayne finally figured out what was going on and had devised a most ingenious plan of his own. Well apparently I thought wrong, because it turned out that his solution was that the girls sleep in one sleeping bag and we sleep in the other. This was particularly disturbing because bith Wayne and I sleep in the nude. In the meanwhile the girls were next to us rolling aroung and giggling. Wayne got pissed off and told them to shut up or he'd punch them. My dreams of scoring were shattered and instead my rough reality was that the Waynestar kept touching me all night, apparently mistaking me for Toni. Part 3 When we woke up, I kept throwing up all over the place. I was sick all day, but the drunkeness of the prior night made it all worthwhile. I don't remember what happened the night before, but Carrot and Plum were angry with me, and Boss was frightened and wouldn't come within 8 feet of me. We drove the girls home and went to the hideout. "So did you have fun?" asked Boss sarcastically. I said, "I think so, at least I got drunk, didn't I?" He looked at me with anger, so I asked him why he was so mad. Then it dawned on me. I remembered that the mission of the weekend, and of all life in general, was to get laid or at least some head from some young girls. Then a single tear rolled down my cheek. "Dammit, Boss, why didn't you remind me?" I asked. Apparently he reminded me more times than he cared to recall, and now there was nothing I could do but sulk. We philosophized on the topic of women, and life in general. "If only I could turn time back," I thought. What an interesting idea. "Hey Boss, have you ever wished that you could go back in time?" "Well not wish, per se," he replied. For a moment I was confused and then I realized that we were back at the lake at the beginning of our camping trip. It was really cool, not that Boss could turn back time, but that this time I went up in it. Part 4 Dear diary, This weekend we went camping with The Boss MC and DJ Gnarly Wayne. It was pretty weird. First Gnarly Wayne got drunk and was real mean to us, then they bar-b-qued some stuff and Gnarly Wayne can't bar-b-que worth a damn. It was overall pretty puzzling, especially shuddering of fear that we noticed in the other sleeping bag. Anyway, just when we thought that things couldn't get any worse, The Boss turned time back and him and Wayne were up in it. It was pretty good, except that Boss had no idea whatsoever what he was doing. Sincerely, Plum and Carrot odO$Obo.$Obo.$Obo.$Obo.$Obo.$Obo.odO$|$Obo.odO$.odO$.odO$.odO$.odO$.odO$Obo ";P' UMAR AND ALFONSO GO CARPET SHOPPING d' by Gnarly Wayne ;P d'. .,;::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::;,"*,; Umar picked up Alfonso in his 2 horse driven buggy. "Nice buggy." said Alfonso. "Let's just get the damn wall-to-wall carpeting", said Umar. "Bet." said Alfonso. At the sto, they looked at some nice plush rugs that were blue and green..... and gold. But there was a cat in one and Alfonso petted the cat and was happy. Except the cat clawed him in the penis and Alfonso screamed out in pleasure. Umar quickly jumped to the rescue and built the cat into a rain barrel. The cat meowed. The salesman asked if they'd like to have an installation fee as well. "install this", said Umar and handed him the roll the carpet. "OK", said the salesmang. Just then, they went home and watched the carpet being installed. 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