Fill the trunk with beer and head to Uglavaria.

You load your trunk up as much as you can with good old American beer. This stuff is hard to get in Uglavaria where vrosh is the only legal drink. Vrosh is a sort of a wine fermented in meat with road kill berry's thrown in and oftentimes industrial waste and or strange lab drugs. You always know what to expect with Golden Montana beer! Brewed by the same extended family for forty seven years. You drink the extra case of beer you couldn't fit in the trunk on the way.

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A cool spray of foam as you crack the cold beer. You hit the suds and grin. The car is practically driving itself. This is great.

Your favorite Motley Howe song comes on the radio and you are singing along. You knew you brought that beer bong for a reason. The car-boat is floating free, music blaring, you have the funnel lifted high, filled with three golden beers...Motlety starts the guitar solo and right at the peak you suck down three beers in a single swallow. The world slightly fades, whirs, and whirls around a bit. You love this shit. You are going to live free forever.

You have to dig through a bunch of empties on the floor to find your next beer.

You don't remember drinking this much beer and it seems odd that the sun is already rising...

That's when you realize that you are lost at sea, wasted off your ass.

You drink beer until you don't care anymore and will just keep motoring to the west but just as you get relaxed the boatcar breaks down and begins taking on water. Fucking Hell!

⤓ Fill the trunk w beer and head off by a unknown artist