Sam and I were driving along Smoketree Drive on July 1st, 2002. Sam farted so I turned my head away to avoid the overwhelming fumes. This is when something amazing caught my eye. There, leaning on a trashcan on the side of the road, was Mystery Jazzman. We jerked Sam's badass 85 Accord around and stole that biatch. He came in two pieces. Upper torso with shorts, and legs. He happily hopped into the car and we were on our way. Contrary to popular belief, Mystery Jazzman (MJ for short) is not that bad of a guy. He is willing to do whatever we want and doesn't complain. He is also a great listener. Most importantly, he is my friend. Here are some photos of us at Wal-Mart. Stay tuned for more adventures of MJ and I!!!!
Mystery Jazzman and Sam hanging in somebody's yard.
I'd be smiling too if I had one hand.
Jeremy thinks the old guy crapped his Depends. I agree.
MJ posing for the cam.
Kneeless kneeboarding.
Hear the hits.
jajajajajajajajaja!
MJ is on a ride that appears to be some kind of reptile.
