For Easter this year I took a sojourn with Conner Murray to a land called “Frake Farms” (Where they grow corn . . . on the cob) home to a creature known as Kyle Frake. The road trip was filled with solid music, such as that hot new joint by that dude Jimmy from Degrassi. Kyle’s way of playing the right music at the right time made it that much more enjoyable when Kyle hit a cat that tried to jump in front of the car. We learned that the cat had recently lost its job at PETCO as manager and was at the end of his hope rope. Should you believe either of those statements? I don’t know I’m not a doctor.
The first night was spent getting comfortable with our new surroundings. Me and Conner tried to earn Kyle’s parents love by reading them excerpts from Nicki Minaj’s autobiography Eat Your Heart Out Katy Perry. It worked like a winky face on a text to Tim Maroder.
On Friday Kyle showed us around his town and we came to the startling conclusion that he is the Dale Earnhardt of driving in his town. The weekend had a lot of adventures such as shooting some of his magic boomsticks that fire lightning and scare the bad men away.
There was also fishing, I caught a fish that was this big! Use your ‘magination! Come on! Do you see my hands?
I also have to compliment the hospitality of the Frake family, they took quite good care of us and it was very generous of them to have us over for Easter. Thank you for the amazing cooking Mrs. Frake, Emeril can take his “bam” and go home. Mr. Frake is Superman. That is all.
Posted on April 3rd, 2013 by garymiller11
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