On Wednesday January 18th 2012 three young men, following in the footsteps of thousands of souls before them, headed out West, risking life savings and limb in search of a great adventure. Christopher Howie, Tanner Lange, and Jed Meshew mounted up in a Honda Civic and embarked upon a 36 hour drive into the only vaguely known. These are our stories.
Joke and Quote of the Day
We've decided to add "Joke of the Day" category featuring the best joke told by us or to us during our travels. Today's winner is:
Today in an ice cream shop Tanner told us another one of his rip-roaring yarns about Sonic, informing us that "We have a fudge machine like that one." Jed, comedy genius, looked at Tanner and said "So what you are telling me is that you pack fudge? Every morning you, the Ass Man., come into work and pack the fudge?"
Friday, February 3, 2012
I'm an Ass. Man.
So...open mic night! Unfortunately, open mic night was full up and I got put on standby. There was only a small chance they'd be able to squeeze me in and it would be at the end. The thought of sitting through another 2 hours of mediocre comedy was unexciting at best but sacrifices have to be made for one's dreams. It was at that moment that I realized that Chris and Jed, although they have a weird way of showing it, are both great friends. Only true friends would weather that storm of potentially awful jokes that was about to rain down on us. I was unable to take the stage but in a fortuitous turn of events, actual talented comics showed up! Jed's night was made when one of the black comics called me gay for my cowboy boots. Haters gonna hate. Earlier that day I had an interview at my old stomping ground, Sonic. I got the job on the spot...the only thing syanding between me, a mediocre paycheck, and the well worn title of Assistant Manager (Ass. Man.) was a "health card" that the state of Nevada requires foodhandlers to have. So, being the motivated and hard working gentleman I am, I looked up the nearest health department location and high tailed it over there. $50, 3 hours, and a Hepatitis A shot later I was locked in for work the next day. Imagine my ecstasy! Someone has to show these fuckin bums what responsible adults do. On a side note, I have full faith that if I work as much as I did in Georgia, I will be bilingual by the end of the year. I felt like I was in a Rosetta Stone commercial...not that that is a bad thing, mind you. Spanish is a groovy language. Friday was my first day, and what can I say? Same shit, different zip code. I will say that this franchise group seems to be much more employee friendly than the previous group I sweated and bled for. So that's nice. Next weekend we are taking a trip out to the west coast to see California and, well, the coast. How many people can say they have driven coast to coast? Add three after next weekend. We are still working on the show and will keep you guys updated when there are updates worth sharing. As always, thanks for reading and be sure to check back after next week for our riveting tales of California. Oh, and be sure to harangue Chris in the comments for not posting in forever.
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