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Crazy Town

Started by Nephew Twiddleton, January 19, 2011, 03:45:54 AM

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Nephew Twiddleton

Somewhere off of I-93 (or is it 95?), you'll find a little place called Crazy Town. You can't really ever remember where Crazy Town is, since it never seems to stay in the same place, but in my experience, Crazy Town is somewhere in the Boston area, accessible by the MBTA. You never really intend to go to Crazy Town, but you always get there when you're not looking. All that it takes is a little bit of not paying attention to your stop for a split second because you're having too much fun riding the subway and there you are. But you're never quite sure when you got there.

Once you're in Crazy Town, you can't help but stay there all night long, burning more fuel and generally having a great time. Crazy Town's a fun place to be, even though you never really remember the finer details of your visit. Sometimes you make an ass of yourself in front of the locals, but since they're in Crazy Town too, they generally don't mind.

You never remember getting back from Crazy Town. The mayor generally just drops you off personally to wherever you're staying that night. Someone's gotta do it. Usually the person who gave you a lift there forgot all about you and went home themselves. Maybe the T stopped running. Maybe the car ran out of gas.

Villager and I were walking around the outskirts of Crazy Town the other night, and not really noticing how close we were. Our friend Ryan pulled up and brought us there personally on a tank full of Jameson and Budweiser. I'm not really sure when he or Villager went back to Boston (though it was at separate times), but after the mayor dropped me off, I found myself walking up Villager's stairs from Ryan's apartment carrying her laptop and speakers, and a bottle of Budweiser. There was some tripping on one of the last steps and an amused roommate getting ready for work. And mysteriously waking up on the couch instead of Villager's room.

Getting home after a night in Crazy Town isn't usually very graceful. It's not very pleasant when you wake up, but as long as the mayor doesn't drop you off at the police station or in an unexpected and embarrassing place, it was probably worth getting lost there for awhile with some friends, even if the apartment is in unexplainable disarray when you wake up.
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Phox

Did I technically cheat because I know what brought this rant on?  :mittens:

The Johnny

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Nephew Twiddleton

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Quote from: Joh'Nyx on January 19, 2011, 06:05:19 AM

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RpaPL9OcqIY&ob=av2em

Im kind of high, so dont take it srslyz

Ah, so you were in Pointless Post Town. Gotcha.

ETA: Whatever you linked to got yanked by Sony.
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Nephew Twiddleton

Quote from: Doktor Phox on January 19, 2011, 04:43:20 AM
Did I technically cheat because I know what brought this rant on?  :mittens:

Nope  :)
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Jenne

I visit CrazyTown everytime I visit my cousin.  Just who she's married to ALONE makes her whole living situation very close to CrazyTown.  Now, I can't take more than a couple of nights' worth of Crazy Town.  I start to go a bit batshit, even after 8 hours of full sleep.  I know I need to visit every so often, though, because with out Crazy Town, I think I would go batshit all on my own.

And that ain't as fun.

Slyph

I once saw this outside a bar in shitkicker Wisconsin:

"Bet I can punch a hole in the hood a'yer truck"

"No you cain't, s'merkin made."

Five rednecks then stand around a guy's truck, punching it.

What a bunch of fucking truck punchers.

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Nephew Twiddleton

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Nephew Twiddleton

Crazy Town is always found halfway through your "last" beer of the night. Crazy Town is in that shot your friend bought for you even though you know better. You end up in Crazy Town when you for some inexplicable reason forgot to eat dinner. The last one happened last night.
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"I'm guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk," Charles Wick said. "It was very complicated."


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<<My image in some places, is of a monster of some kind who wants to pull a string and manipulate people. Nothing could be further from the truth. People are manipulated; I just want them to be manipulated more effectively.>>

-B.F. Skinner

Nephew Twiddleton

Ok Joh'Nyx, but I was kinda hoping that this would go somewhere instead of having it bogged down with irrelevant youtube clips.
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Mesozoic Mister Nigel

Sorry about the Youtube post, it's just what came to mind. Maybe a little more imagery of your own would help flesh out what you were going for, more showing instead of telling.
"I'm guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk," Charles Wick said. "It was very complicated."