so The Rev and I were hanging out at my grandpas house on Webster Lake, and we were discussing how much of a scumbag Hugo Chavez is. so these 4 Cuban guys come running down from the neighbors house freaking out saying they were going to kill us for talking shit about Hugo Chavez and Cuba, even though he has nothing to do with Cuba. so after a frantic swimming chase, they caught us, and the next thing i know i'm in Cuba, and The Rev's car is missing. so he starts hitting the unlock button on his remote keychain, and we can hear it beeping in a garage near where we are standing. we get into the garage, and drive the car out. he stops the car so we can load the trunk with 18 packs of Miller High Life, and the people who kidnapped us start chasing us, but we have to stop for gas at a local gas station where gas was 5.67 a gallon. thats when i woke up. Rev, staaaaaaaay out of my dreeeeaaaams.

Don't fucking tell me what to do, kid.

I did, and I got into your car. guess what, nothing.