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Road trip, gang.

I love taking trips with friends. The more friends, the better. We used to take big trips when we were all still in high school band. To Corpus Christi every other year. And we got to pull pranks.

One year our friend fell asleep on the couch with his hand nestled on top of his crotch. We were young and juvenile men then. Not much has changed. So, naturally we messed with him. We put toothpaste and shaving cream on him. When he woke up and found out what we'd done, he got angry. We all pretended to have been asleep. I told him that the front door had been left unlocked. We all speculated that someone had come inside while we were all asleep and perpetrated the prank. He believed it.

We were in a hotel with doors that locked themselves.

He believed us for years until we finally told him the truth. He was speechless.

I'm excited for Schlitterbahn.

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Cam said…
I remember that band trip. Matt showed me pictures of the shaving creme. I think that was also with Trevor and the zours.
June 27, 2009 at 3:36 PM
Gabe said…
That was probably a different time. We did this to Collin our freshman year and told him the truth when we graduated.
June 28, 2009 at 7:51 AM
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