So heres the deal, im gonna tell you about last night.
So i went to a friends house with about 6 friends and we picked up a half gal of Evan Williams, and had some bud that was 80 a quarter. And my friend had his really sick water bong. So we were all set, we went out to a field out in the middle of nowhere and started drinking out there, and got to see a deer like 3 feet from us..it was badass, and then we went over to my friend Andy's house. I was so ripped and just wanted to look at the stars, and i came up with an elaborate theory of the stars and space...all while i was just laying down on the ground lookin at the beautiful stars. Then at some point of the night i lost my oakleys, and looked through my sent messages on my phone this morning and saw that i texted my mom instead of my friend and told her i was drunk and lost my oaks, and i said " Wow...i lost my fucking oaks last night when i was drunk god dammit." So this mornin i had to explain this to my mom lol.
last night i got hammered in two different parties. i then stumbled to the lobby of my dorm on my way home and met two kids who were UNREAL at ping pong. Me being the ping pong player that I am decided to challenge the winner. At this point I had about 13 coors lights and many more bong rips in my system, so as some might s say; I was sloppy. I proceeded to play this kid in ping pong and get my ass whooped,(only because I was drunk). Then I thought it would be cool to bang my head on a chair, so i did it. At this point i got a call from my friend to hit up another party so I decided to run there, when i got there i was chilling, talking to this chick who was pretty cute and then i touched my head. From my head I felt a huge bump, and my hands were covered in blood. At this point I stumbled outside and dunked my head in this river right down the road. Then I woke up in my bed 5 hours later with a bad headache and a huge bump on my head.
last night i did yoga, rode on top of a car, and tried to start a bonfire in a hollywood video parking lot. the employees came out and got mad, so i had to put it out with a gallon of milk.
senior year is the shit, its fucking easy, and its gonna be the last year of your life (until your 18) where you get out of jail free, its the best of both worlds, parents support you, you get to fuck bitches get money, and do drugs and shit, and not get more then a slap on the wrist...duh
"No wonder, everyone fucking hates you because your more of a douchebag than charmander and emopoppins put together."
-8===D$ thru a pm
-hey dude, you're a cunt. thats just my opinion though. i feel like you could have used your time better or more productively or some shit learning how to not be a cunt, or be less of a cunt. but um, its just my opinion.
ah fuckit, nah, you're just a cunt.
-are you actually able to bend over far enough to suck your own cock yet? keep reaching, someday kid.
Here is what I did yesterday. Boston "Freedom Rally" (HempFest) on Boston Common. For those of you who don't know the Common is across the street from the state house. Bought an eighth for $20 and got real hi. There were upwards of 10,000 people, cops everywhere, as far as I know nobody got arrested. I was like 30 feet from the stage on the right side.
"hah my girlfriend is gonna get so wet when i tell her this"
"my teammates and coaches would have to intervene pretty quickly to keep me from whipping my junk out and slapping it on the nearest tv camera lense"
hire ninjas to kill him
pros:you won't feel as guilty
you don't actually have to kill him
he won't talk shit about your girl
you get to meet ninjas
your "boy" will be dead
you might feel slightly guilty
the ninjas might turn on you
You know what to do.- no_steeze