its like a Jewel song but no one remembers who that is

[brokeassgoing]

Who: The Shrieking Shits brokeassgoing and Bark at the Poon reachingfangs
Where: the stinkiest car known to man is that a stain of mayonnaise or something worse on the seat
When: now


]Whose bright idea was this trip? You know how they say it isn't the destination, its the journey? And then when they (whoever the fuck those bozos are) switch it up and say its the destination that counts? They obviously didn't think of the modern road trips between families, friends, and whatever the fuck Badou and Renji are.]

Change it. If I gotta listen to one more crooning song about drinking and beating off with guitar strings cause their wife left 'em I'm gonna shart, right here. Right now.

[its only been a few hours and its off to a wonderful start.]

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[reachingfangs]

[ Renji follows a couple paces behind, not sure what exactly he expected when he heard "vending machine" but this thing full of snacks just sitting out in the open is definitely not it. He examines it, a little underwhelmed. It looked like a store without a person attending it. ]

This?

[ Renji steps a little closer, looks at the selection inside. None of it looks familiar, as he expected, but his curiosity about the... machine and its various brightly coloured packages is evident on his face. ]

...Are these things real strong or something? How come nobody's broken into it?

[brokeassgoing]

[his grin doesn't falter in the least. He taps it with his knuckles, then lifts that hand to point at the cameras around the area.]

That's why. No one wants a state trooper up their ass. It's just glass, simple enough, but we got law abiding citizens around here.