One day some friends and I went on the backroads to smoke a blunt. While driving along a corn field we noticed that the ditch usually seperating the field from the road was missing.
We bet my friend Urn that he wouldnt drive into the field a little bit and take out a couple stalks. He was driving his mom's minivan and was hesitant at first, but after some arm twisting we convinced him. He drove into the first row of corn and hit about 20 stalks. It was fucking incredible. We were laughing so hard. naturally we had to do it again. This time Urn went in a little farther, hit about twice as many, and then drove back out on the road. We were laughing even harder. This next time Urn needed no persuading and we circled back for a repeat. To our surprise instead of riding parellel to the field Urn went in head first and drove right into that motherfucker. There was corn all around us. We couldnt see in front of us or anywhere. It was fucking amazing and we laughed so hard it hurt. We got so deep into the corn field that we didnt know how to get back onto the road and had to drive around in the field until we found it again. It was awesome.
After we left the field, we pulled over on the side of the road to get all of the corn off of the car. There were ears of corn sticking out of the grill, and stalks were everywhere. It was a mess.
A week later Urn's mom was having car troubles, so she took it to a mechanic. Urn had a hard time explaining why there was corn in the engine.
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Yeah, I remember that. I was hoping to magically disappear in the corn like field of dreams and hang out with Ray Liotta, but I had to settle for just knocking that shit down instead...
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