I took a trip to the dark side for a spell, not much going on. Other than some guy took a trip to Baltimore. On the way, his water pump failed in his camper by the Mcklusky canal, but a angry Muslim man helped him and told him to stop by woodlands resort's private boat ramp and ask for Kyle Blanchfield. When he got back on the road again, he seen a youth shooting at turkeys but couldn't hit any, he needed help. On his way to Devils Lake, he was flipped off by an angry tournament fisherman in a "Ranger" boat. He decided the only thing that will cheer him up is a cinco de mayo party at Grand Forks later, and maybe he would even get in on a UND nickname conversation. The end.
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Oh and he checked his big two results on the drive, unsuccessful.