Monkeyfucker goes home for the weekend

Me and my cousin rolled into Mystic at around 12 in the afternoon and we didn't stay in the same place for more than fifteen minutes until seven forty five. That was when we took the mushrooms. We had been drinking cider and beer for some time. Several hours later, when they had started to kick in, I was across the river in New London listening to the rising and falling, always rocking operatic stylings of Organizational Behavior.

When I met my brother some time later in Mystic, he was emerging from the local Irish bar with a girl named Vanesse and her pug dog Walt. We fed my brother and Vanesse mushrooms, but not Walt. When the morning arrived, we put Vanessa in a cab, passed out for a few hours, and then caught a ride to the wedding. We got there in time to give the groom shots beforehand. We applauded racously at the wedding. At the bride and groom's house there was a dinghy full of beer and liquor, and a bar besides. At one point the bide and groom got into a canoe and were driven, by the best man, who manned a tractor named Mr. Ed.

Later me and my cousin got into a coversation with my aunt about how the first humans must have fucked monkeys, in order to produce more humans.

Later the best man puked in a far off corner of the lawn for a quarter of hour, to no concer of anyone save his loving grilfriend.

Eventually we found ourselves in the bar again, where apparently I was given a rose. I still don't know why, but I hear the gifter was a darling.

I ended the weekend on a Finngulf forty-one, a beautiful yacht for those who know. It was a six and a half hourvoyage to Newport and the wind was right on our nose. We edged up against it as much as we could, but the current was against also also, so we got thrashed the entire time. Waves ranging from fifteen feet to twenty slammed on our bow, and rushed back in our faces. Me and my dad must have looked like rats when we got in. The nice thing about Newport is that there is a bar within ten yards of any dock. I caught a train somehow and made it back to New York by 3 in the morning.