Post by stonedraiders on Jul 3, 2007 11:18:34 GMT -6
The camera fades in on Blake Ryder and Rex Vinkle of Stoned Raiders. They’re driving down the road in their crappy van. A highway, to be exact. Blake is driving while Rex is looking at a large road map. Blake looks to Rex then looks at the compartment in front of him.
Blake Ryder: “Yo mayne, get out sum grass, I need to feel dat shit.”
Rex Vinkle: “Aight nig, but lemme find our where da f**k-“
Blake Ryder: “Hellz naw, I know where we at! We on da highway!”
Rex Vinkle: “Wurd.”
He stuffs the map behind his seat and opens up the compartment in front of him. He discovers that there’s nothing inside. He scratches his head and closes it.
Rex Vinkle: “We got a problem nig.”
Blake Ryder: “Wut’s good?”
Rex Vinkle: “We outta green.”
Blake’s eyes widen and he suddenly stops the van. Rex goes forward, bashing his elbow on the dashboard. He rubs it and cringes. Blake opens up the compartment himself, and realizes that really, there is nothing inside. He groans and leans back in his seat.
Blake Ryder: “You realize we in dis shit? We need dat stuff fo our match wit da CIA at da pay-per-view, nig. We can’t concentrate and learn bout wrestlin’ without our weed mayne! Wut we gonna do? We f**ked up. We smoked too much shit. Damn homie, we screwed. Screwed I’m sayin’.”
Rex Vinkle: “I hear ya. We gotta smoke knowledge to concentrate!”
Blake Ryder: “Fo sho. How much dough we got left?”
Rex looks under his seat and pulls out a small block of cash. He gives half to Blake and they count it. Rex sets it down and sighs, as does Blake.
Rex Vinkle: “I got 10.”
Blake Ryder: “I got 10. Wait, what da f**k? We only got 20 bucks mayne!? This ain’t coo, mayne. We gotta find sum homies or sumthin’ to help us get ova. We can look at da next city. Where we at, anyway Rex?”
Rex Vinkle: “You said we be on da highway!”
Blake Ryder: “Nig I need da full detailz! Go find us where da f**k we at!”
Rex Vinkle: “Chill mayne.”
He pulls out the crumbled map from behind him. He follows the highway with his finger and he stops at the Ohio border on the west side. He points to it and gives the map to his fellow partner. Blake nods and they put the map behind Rex’s seat. Blake starts to accelerate the van and they go down the highway once again.
Blake Ryder: “We in luck mayne. Ohio is da Weed State. We coo.”
Rex Vinkle: “Wurd.”
Blake Ryder: “Yo mayne, get out sum grass, I need to feel dat shit.”
Rex Vinkle: “Aight nig, but lemme find our where da f**k-“
Blake Ryder: “Hellz naw, I know where we at! We on da highway!”
Rex Vinkle: “Wurd.”
He stuffs the map behind his seat and opens up the compartment in front of him. He discovers that there’s nothing inside. He scratches his head and closes it.
Rex Vinkle: “We got a problem nig.”
Blake Ryder: “Wut’s good?”
Rex Vinkle: “We outta green.”
Blake’s eyes widen and he suddenly stops the van. Rex goes forward, bashing his elbow on the dashboard. He rubs it and cringes. Blake opens up the compartment himself, and realizes that really, there is nothing inside. He groans and leans back in his seat.
Blake Ryder: “You realize we in dis shit? We need dat stuff fo our match wit da CIA at da pay-per-view, nig. We can’t concentrate and learn bout wrestlin’ without our weed mayne! Wut we gonna do? We f**ked up. We smoked too much shit. Damn homie, we screwed. Screwed I’m sayin’.”
Rex Vinkle: “I hear ya. We gotta smoke knowledge to concentrate!”
Blake Ryder: “Fo sho. How much dough we got left?”
Rex looks under his seat and pulls out a small block of cash. He gives half to Blake and they count it. Rex sets it down and sighs, as does Blake.
Rex Vinkle: “I got 10.”
Blake Ryder: “I got 10. Wait, what da f**k? We only got 20 bucks mayne!? This ain’t coo, mayne. We gotta find sum homies or sumthin’ to help us get ova. We can look at da next city. Where we at, anyway Rex?”
Rex Vinkle: “You said we be on da highway!”
Blake Ryder: “Nig I need da full detailz! Go find us where da f**k we at!”
Rex Vinkle: “Chill mayne.”
He pulls out the crumbled map from behind him. He follows the highway with his finger and he stops at the Ohio border on the west side. He points to it and gives the map to his fellow partner. Blake nods and they put the map behind Rex’s seat. Blake starts to accelerate the van and they go down the highway once again.
Blake Ryder: “We in luck mayne. Ohio is da Weed State. We coo.”
Rex Vinkle: “Wurd.”