so me and frydeen and haug and poor fostor,actually he was very rich lucky bastard,yet in my story today ,he most certainly comes out poorer,no doubt.so we go to one of these college type keg partys ,you know 25 kegs of shlitz malt liquor,one of them types of things.things are clicking along pretty much to plan,we were pounding the beers back,talking shite,to each other and knowing me,ahem..anyone who happened to pass us by.i really was such a horrible drunk when i was younger it just seemed i drank until some trouble kicked off,id get in the middle of it ,or stand back and bask in the glory of the crowd violence ,etc,etc.so more beers get drank and then even more beers were drank and since back then ,although i cant be sure i had my lights plugged in ,im sure we were smoking some of that bomb bud to,stinking the whole room out as back the in minneapolis ,there were not many people growing,they was all smoking that mexican shite,anyway ,so so far so good im sure.laughs and jokes aplenty and then in a room with like 200 people,some knucklehead sprays mace.....and no,it wasnt me,i go for the more dramatic moves when i make mine,much stupider too.so everyones coughing and wretching and girls are screaming so the room cleared out to get some fresh air .now from here i can remember the specifics and i never saw the carnage but ill relay it as factually and as correct as i can remember,if any of my boys that was with me read this and wanna fill in some blanks that would be mighty helpful,right?...right.
ok,so soon after we go back in to the party house ,someone decides it was us that set off the mace or whatever and a group of like 10 or fifteen meetheads surround us and tell us to get the fuck out!!!!!!...so not one to take anything lying down my first thought was to punch the biggest one as hard as i could and damn the torpedoesbut the other boys realised the foolishness and the carnage that would lead to and began walking,so out the door we go,and the door was being held open by a brick which for some unconcious reason i picked up,yea right......my friends see me with brick in hand and looking at a 20 foot plate glass window in front of me,one of them and i assign no blame but i bet it was frydeen,hahaha.so yea i launched that bric and that window did collapse ,i guess its a matter of simple physics or sumptin....anyway within seconds about 20 of them same meatheads im sure come running out,i bend over to tie my shoe and fuck me they all run past me .too bad for fostor though as they were all after him,he ran so they zeroed in all that steroid rage on him he jumped in his jeep and took off i remember their were people on his hood ,people trying to punch him through the windows and others just chasing the fucking jeep,i really just had to laugh.i know that sounds terrible but i did i lol'd.......so this i didnt see but this is what happened fostor drove thru a bunch of backyards ,thru some fences and rolled his jeep in some randoms backyard,with minor scrapes and bruises but a DWI,destruction of property and a bunch of other shit i cant member,luckily for him,his dad hired like a really bichen lawyer and they pinned it all on this hollywood cat who fostor had met at the party,he never new his last name just a nickname,he got off with a slap on the wrist and im sure all the bills were paid ,meanwhile i walked the 5 miles home in a stupor,unaware of the damage that my drunken ass yet again caused...........keep coming back,one day at a time ,etc,etc
ok,so soon after we go back in to the party house ,someone decides it was us that set off the mace or whatever and a group of like 10 or fifteen meetheads surround us and tell us to get the fuck out!!!!!!...so not one to take anything lying down my first thought was to punch the biggest one as hard as i could and damn the torpedoesbut the other boys realised the foolishness and the carnage that would lead to and began walking,so out the door we go,and the door was being held open by a brick which for some unconcious reason i picked up,yea right......my friends see me with brick in hand and looking at a 20 foot plate glass window in front of me,one of them and i assign no blame but i bet it was frydeen,hahaha.so yea i launched that bric and that window did collapse ,i guess its a matter of simple physics or sumptin....anyway within seconds about 20 of them same meatheads im sure come running out,i bend over to tie my shoe and fuck me they all run past me .too bad for fostor though as they were all after him,he ran so they zeroed in all that steroid rage on him he jumped in his jeep and took off i remember their were people on his hood ,people trying to punch him through the windows and others just chasing the fucking jeep,i really just had to laugh.i know that sounds terrible but i did i lol'd.......so this i didnt see but this is what happened fostor drove thru a bunch of backyards ,thru some fences and rolled his jeep in some randoms backyard,with minor scrapes and bruises but a DWI,destruction of property and a bunch of other shit i cant member,luckily for him,his dad hired like a really bichen lawyer and they pinned it all on this hollywood cat who fostor had met at the party,he never new his last name just a nickname,he got off with a slap on the wrist and im sure all the bills were paid ,meanwhile i walked the 5 miles home in a stupor,unaware of the damage that my drunken ass yet again caused...........keep coming back,one day at a time ,etc,etc
(c)mark halliwell 2011
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