Well, things around here have been rather...active. Last Saturday a friend of mine was at a friends house in Little Kansas, so two friends of mine, and myself all decided that we were going to go pick him up. He told us that we would never find the place, but we decided we knew better. So we hopped in her car and followed my GPS. Well, I'll get to the point and tell ya that that was a mistake. We made the right that the GPS told us to, and we found ourselves on a dirt road. We were on that road for roughly two to three miles, and during the entirety of the trip down the dirt road there were thick clumps of dirt and rocks that were thumping against the bottom of the car. We finally found ourselves in the middle of an old, rusted, abandoned chicken farm. We finally decided that we were going to call our friend to even see if we were going in the right direction. We weren't.
So we told him in no uncertain terms that we were going to go back to the dorms, and we high-tailed it out of there. We got back into a wide portion of the farm where the old pens were, and in that part of the farm the road and the surrounding area are exactly the same. We made a straight line for the exit, and then the car got stuck. The other guy and myself got out of the car while the girl tried to drive the car out. The mud seemed to be made out of rock, mud, and manure. Old, stale, smelly, manure. Well, we finally got out of there after about five to ten minutes of pushing and pulling the car. By that time the other guy's shoes were practically covered in the rancid mess. I'd fared a little better, but only because he tried to hack away at the rocks and stuff with the soles of his shoes. We finally got out of there, but only after a rather rough mini-adventure.
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