ok. so. this is how it went down. what the hell are we gonna do tonight? its halloween. um. last night i had a rockin time at that bonfire. hell yea. lets have another bonfire. yea. you think we should refill the keg? dude why the hell not.
that was the beginning to a hello-sweet night.
KEGS. MORE KEGS. BEER BONGS. MORE BEER BONGS. girls, girls, girls, costumes, a roarin bonfire, PLENTY of people i like, smiling, laughing, drunkkkkk, free fire wood compliments of wilma, loud music, yelling, KEG STANDs, first timers, ninjas, kissing, smoking, i know that dude.
then. some stupid kid shows up. starts shit. runs his mouth. all hell breaks loose. they lose. we dominate. he sends some kids to show us a lesson. at our party. bad idea.
Mr. Six-foot-five, 300 pounds rolls up with a posse and a two by four in hand. hes really cool. Mr. Confederate army tells everyone at the party that hes gonna find the kid that hit his boy even if hes got to fight everyone till he finds him. pushin people around yellin etc., BELIGERENT is the ONLY word i can think of. and no one likes beligerent. sooo. we convince him that hes definately a pussy if hes holding a two by four. he puts it down. cut to the chase. HE FUCKIN GOT HIS ASS BEAT BY EVERYONE. and i dont feel bad. this giant was on the ground and lost quicker than i can blink. it makes me feel so good that stupid people lose.
to everyone there: WHAT A FUCKIN NIGHT.
11:28 AM
William Dare 