Ah yes, the annual Royal Bus Tour is underway.
This is the time of the year that the Queen gets all spring feverish and shit and demands we all load up, get loaded, and hit the dusty trail.
She declared it was time for us to ride, drink, smoke and let the hookers be in charge of the road trip.
They decided we needed a new bus because the stench from the last road trip has yet to come out of the leather seats. This is what they came up with.
At least they stocked up on booze.
Then they pointed the bus toward Utah. WTF?! Stop the hooker bus! Mormons don't like hookers! I knew we would draw attention, and with the amount of brownies on this bus, we could end up in a Mormon jail for a long time. Then someone said, "Don't worry Dutch! We have it covered!" Next thing I knew, this was hoisted up and strapped to the top of the bus. Well played, Hookers, well played!
After a little..accident with a Mad Dog, we hit the road again. I heard the hookers whispering, VIVA LAS VEGAS!
Last time a road trip took us through Vegas, it was not pretty
Holy fucking hell. This will never end well.
~Until Next Time~