The Capital L's starring in...Operation FucktheWorld (codename: Rockville ain't about shit).

feeling lucky, so i'ma post 2 in the same day.

yesterday, me and the white devil (cody)...decided to chuck our favorite finger at our hometown for a day and explore somewhere we have never been.

I had recieved a phone call from him the day earlier during which he described his plans to go to Rockville.

So being the best friend that i am...i figured...what the lucifer...i'll tag along and make it an adventure.

So after i finish wasting time with a lady friend i head to Casa De Love b/c the bastard who shall remain nameless (cody) decided not to answer the phone after the 65th ring (he later blames the missed phonecalls on a epic shit he was taking...yeah...i know)

Anywho, we met up and headed the metro station where we took the long journey to the far away land they called Rockville.

We filled the time on train with loud, obnoxious anecdotes about obscene things that will make the parents on the train go straight home and beat their children just for existing in the same generation as us...

We also sat next to a very sexy chick who was speakin' Russian we believe (call us! Send Stalin our love!)

Anywho once more, we got of the train at Rockville to make a startling discovery.

ROCKVILLE AIN'T ABOUT SHIT!!!

And when i say shit... i mean S.H.I.T. (Something Hardly Interesting To.....anyone)

The most we got outta our trip to Rockville was 90's nostalgia, a store that sells paper...and being followed by a fellow who looked like John Lennon and Ne-Yo's love child. (did i mention the paper store?)

So with that said we chucked the same finger that we gave Hyattsville previously and headed to White Flint.

Instantly, we saw a 7-11 right next to a McDonalds(*insert heavenly choir*)...which meant White Flint gave Rockville the super dick within' 4 seconds.

We then headed to White Flint Mall where we saw huge statues of horses with big grins...i then pointed out to Cody that those horses weren't really happy...because both of them were missing genitals!! (it's true...clean sheet...both of them)

After passing the ball-less horses we headed to the food court which reeked of more 90's nostalgia...and ordered pizza.

Mine was delicious...Cody's tastes like sweat...and shit...shitty sweat.

We then saw the coolest dude on the planet...no lie..
Dude was middle-schoolish and dragged his feet across the food court with his handy dandy Folder (no backpack) and a unlit cigarette lazily dangling from his bottom lip...

We assumed he was there to pick up all the "babes" that oozed outta that mall (oxygen tanks included).

After a long stay in Borders we headed back to the Ville...refreshed...
that is until i got locked in the station cuz the trip to nowhere broke my bank...hmph..

On behalf of Cody Love, this is Eli of the Cap L's saying...FUCK ROCKVILLE.

bong.