Blissful Krusty

Happy birthday!!!

Happy birthday!

Happy Birthday, Krusty!

@Blissful Krusty.... Wish you a very happy birthday brother. stay blessed

A COINS WORTH/ RIDING SHOTGUN

It was 10:30 pm when I got the message from my wife, " Baby, I feel terrible I am going to the ER." Ten minutes later, I was calling my supervisors to let them know I was headed back home to check on my wife who was bad sick with some crazy symptoms. Five minutes after that, I was meeting @texagmd at the Cajun Country Truck Stop picking up a RedLine and RockStar and blazing up HWY 1 to get my wife. My mind wouldn't've let me rest, but as soon as I picked up Tex, and he started flipping through that big medical book of his, my mind began to ease. We took a right past Frank's grocery and crossed one of the many drawbridges over one of the millions of bayous in South Louisiana and got onto Hwy 3235. Soon, my bladder started to scream, and I had to pull over to piss. Just about the time I whipped out the snake, I hear a voice off behind the truck, " Man, aint you afraid of the gators? They may try and bite your lil' worm off, bro!"

I swiftly zip up and turn around to see Lipi and Shorty come walking up. Shorty grinned and shook my hand, " Me and Lip heard you needed some buddies ,so we decided to come kick you in the dick and hang out a little bit."

I smiled as we jumped back into the truck and sped off down the road. Lipi looked in the back of the truck at Tex, " Oh gawd, why did you bring him, Young Grizz?"

"I needed a medic," I said as I flipped my Centurion Coin between my fingers. Minutes and miles rolled by in lines of taillights and radio channels. Lipi growled every time I landed on a Christian radio station, but decided that it was better to let me find solace somewhere rather than him find a threesome with the hungry reptiles in the bayou just off the shoulder. Before long, we were merging right again by Gulf Offshore Logistics to get onto HWY 90, when out of the blue shorty looked up from his position in the bitch seat ( Tex had the back seat covered in medical textbooks, and we had determined that Shorty was more compact and therefore better suited for the bitch seat), " Hey isn't that the fuck her right in the pussy guy?"

Sure enough there in the parking lot underneath the live oak covered in Spanish moss, was none other than Smeds, and Roth was standing beside him signaling us to slow down with his luminous pasty white man boobs. Smeds looked in through the driver window, " Heard you needed some buddies. Me and Roth here will make sure that your cute little butterfly wings don't show up."

Roth grinned wickedly as he shoved medical books and Tex over to the far side of the backseat, " HELL YEAH! I even brought my flame thrower!"

Smeds climbed into the backseat as well, shoving Tex and his books into the middle bitch seat, " What are you doin?"

"I'm looking up reasons for Grizz's wife's illness," said Tex as he wiggled to get more comfortable " So far I'm leaning towards strep throat."

Smeds snorted through his nose," Whatever, I'll tell you what it is! They've been sharing dildos again! That's why you should never take a dildo up the ass! It'll give you a rash, headache and make you throw up."

"Geez, you take a vibrator one time..." I  muttered as I gripped my QD coin tight in one palm. My palms were sweaty and my eyes a little blurry, but my chest felt lighter with all these guys riding shotgun with me.

Finally, we were on the home stretch, Interstate 55 North up around Hammond, LA. We pulled over for one last pit stop , and Roth said something about letting his moobs air out. From the Kangaroo gas station, we see trio coming our way headed by a guy with a very impressive beard.

" Hey, Rick!" I yelled as him, Virgie,and Krusty hopped in the backseat. "Don't you want in the cab?" I asked the guys " You can sit in Lip's lap!"

Rick laughed and said something about wanting to feel the breeze blow through his beard and not wanting to feel Lip's California Roll on his ass.

We sped off on the last leg. At 2:30 the next morning, me and my possey pulled up at a redlight on the Boulevard in Brookhaven, MS and turned left headed to King's Daughters Hospital where my wife's friend Shelley was waiting to let me in. I spun my QD Coin in my hand and gripped it tight. Sweat and the pain of being up nearly 24 hours leaving the indention of the Centurion in my hand.

As we all got out, Virgie bumped my fist and shook my hand, " Call us any time you need us, bro."

I turned to shake his hand, but only saw my blue chevy and Shelley standing there. Then I looked down in my hand and saw the coin. It hit me, so that is the value of the coin. There is no way you can get all those guys from all those states in one place for one crazy roadtrip. BUT as long as you have the coin you are connected, that coin means you have phone numbers and are part of a group that gives a shit about you. THAT IS THE VALUE OF A QD COIN----- BROTHERHOOD! So any of you guys acting butthurt or being silent or only posting and ghosting, or those who just don't care anymore, get over it and get in her. Maybe one day, it'll be me in that coin riding shotgun on some dark road with you when you need someone to reach out to.

Thanks to all the guys who checked in on me and my wife. She is doing better. Thank you for all the thoughts, prayers and good vibes.