A Trip To Cracker Barrel
It's a good day. A year ago from today, you met a group of cheerful chaps. There is Logan, the jolly one. Michael, the lovable fool. Kyle, the down doggin' dirty one. Juni, the Beta. Nick, the Alpha. Patrick, the weed-head. And we can't forget good old Ryan! Together as a group, to celebrate the one year of meeting, a trip to cracker barrel, the ultimate dining zone, has been planned for this afternoon.
Outside your house, Kyle and the gang pull up in his new and improved car, and you all carpool to Cracker Barrel.
Ryan: Are we there yet?
Logan: Shut Up! (Smosh Style)
Ryan pouts and slumps back into his booster seat.
Kyle: Hop on in! Together, we are Team CP!
Nick: You mean CB?
Kyle puts a finger up to his cheek and bats his lashes at the camera. "Whoopsies!" The crowd laughs.
Michael gets cucked over a zoom call on his kindle fire. He smiles.
You and the gang all pull up to a parking spot. The sun is shining and the clouds are fluffy and neat. Everyone gets out of the car, Patrick stomps his crack pipe on the ground as if it was a cigarette, and Juni snorts the pieces up.
You walk past the aisles of wonderous themed gifts. Sweet treats tempt you, but healthy teeth are more appealing!
"Table for 1000!" Says Juni. "I fucked it up didn't I." Juni starts hitting herself and has to be calmed down by Patrick.
"Table for 8, please. No kids menus haha, maybe if I was here with the ol' ball and chain I'd need a few." says Nick, in a more charming and confident way than Juni ever could.
You all sit-down at one big table, the oak aesthetic runs deep into your blood. A lovely lady comes up, the waitress.
"Welcome to the homiest place on earth fellas, my name is Brania Smiddletoon, and I'll be you assigned elderly waitress! What can I get you started on?"
Outside your house, Kyle and the gang pull up in his new and improved car, and you all carpool to Cracker Barrel.
Ryan: Are we there yet?
Logan: Shut Up! (Smosh Style)
Ryan pouts and slumps back into his booster seat.
Kyle: Hop on in! Together, we are Team CP!
Nick: You mean CB?
Kyle puts a finger up to his cheek and bats his lashes at the camera. "Whoopsies!" The crowd laughs.
Michael gets cucked over a zoom call on his kindle fire. He smiles.
You and the gang all pull up to a parking spot. The sun is shining and the clouds are fluffy and neat. Everyone gets out of the car, Patrick stomps his crack pipe on the ground as if it was a cigarette, and Juni snorts the pieces up.
You walk past the aisles of wonderous themed gifts. Sweet treats tempt you, but healthy teeth are more appealing!
"Table for 1000!" Says Juni. "I fucked it up didn't I." Juni starts hitting herself and has to be calmed down by Patrick.
"Table for 8, please. No kids menus haha, maybe if I was here with the ol' ball and chain I'd need a few." says Nick, in a more charming and confident way than Juni ever could.
You all sit-down at one big table, the oak aesthetic runs deep into your blood. A lovely lady comes up, the waitress.
"Welcome to the homiest place on earth fellas, my name is Brania Smiddletoon, and I'll be you assigned elderly waitress! What can I get you started on?"