Bo Duke, Luke Duke and the General Lee

DO NOT TAKE THE GRE. I REPEAT, DO NOT TAKE THE GRE.
You think I'm kidding, don't you?
Ash and I decided that taking the GRE was in our future's best interest so we drove our asses alllll the way down to the "Mill-Ticket" to accomplish our goal. That's like driving 6 hours to spend some quality time in hell. After a brief stay in Brown Deer, the least hospitable place I've ever been, where we were barely acknowleged at the mall, forgotten at Applebee's, and picked up some McIHateYous at good ol' Mick Dee's, we woke up at the ass crack to take the test from hell. Ash and I both managed to fuck up some part of it. Yay for us.
After we finished we decided to see how many times we could go down the wrong road. Let me tell you something, we're really f-in' good at it. The ol' General Lee ended up hanging a lot of Larrys. We FINALLY found our hotel in the end, after choosing the wrong direction 3 times in a a row out of 4 possible directions. Angelo met us at the hotel and we made him drive as much as possible for the remainder of the weekend. Partly because Ash and I got well-deservedly wasted that night. I also had a well-deserved hangover the next day...But, as Ash put it, I'd rather be puking than taking the GRE.
This is Bo Duke, signing off.