quadbikerjosh
Well-Known Member
alright. so as per this title here is a promising story. alright so it was our irish theme party the other night at my friends frat house. this house is a decent 2 story house with 4 bedrooms that was built in the 70's. this place had a balcony that looked out over the roofs of manny apartment complexes just below the fence line. it also overlooked his backyard, witch we called "mount doom" or "little mexico" it wwas full of broken bottles, tires, burnt stuff, old couches, and just about everything else except for a dead hooker. so i bring three corny kegs to the party of about 4 peeps. it was all gone before anyone else showed up. needless to say, we wanted to drink more. out came the hard stuff. we did hot shots, and my friend sam went ape ****.
he started throwing every piece of furniture off the balcony. needles to say so did i and everone else. after that we went out and stole a news paper stand, brought it back home, and threw it down the stairs. after that, the raging drunken retards set all the furniture on fire in the back yard] so we could pee on it from the balcony. somehow no cops were called. after this we decided it was a good idea to have a contest of who could throw the most beer bottles on the roofs of the apartments below. many succeded. still no police, i have no idea how or why.
the next morning i wake up on the livingroom floor to the sound of someones girlfriend screaming "wtf happened?" as i open my eyes i begin to wonder where all he furniture is, or why is there so much broken glass on the stiars. trying to piece together the night before was like trying ti figure out what happened to a building after a bomb hit it. i still have no idea why no one called the cops. not really proud of it, but it makes a dam good story. :rockin:
he started throwing every piece of furniture off the balcony. needles to say so did i and everone else. after that we went out and stole a news paper stand, brought it back home, and threw it down the stairs. after that, the raging drunken retards set all the furniture on fire in the back yard] so we could pee on it from the balcony. somehow no cops were called. after this we decided it was a good idea to have a contest of who could throw the most beer bottles on the roofs of the apartments below. many succeded. still no police, i have no idea how or why.
the next morning i wake up on the livingroom floor to the sound of someones girlfriend screaming "wtf happened?" as i open my eyes i begin to wonder where all he furniture is, or why is there so much broken glass on the stiars. trying to piece together the night before was like trying ti figure out what happened to a building after a bomb hit it. i still have no idea why no one called the cops. not really proud of it, but it makes a dam good story. :rockin: