shitricky

.okie dokie...it's story time, complete with pictures n shit...kinda like an internet pop-up book...

.well, it was a typical sunny spring day in Vancouver and me and some of the DemonBrothers decided to go out drinkin' n shit...


.apparantly some of us get a 'lil feisty when they're drinkin' blackjacks all day and night...silly boys, always pickin' fights n shit...
.Timpanzee picked one he couldn't win...dumbass...



.dude, girls are so radd...not only are they really hott and smell good, they can also fix stuff...like broken eyes n shit...who needs a hospital when a hott girl says she'll stitch it up


.not feeling so shit hott from the night before, Mikey had the gumption to bring over another bottle of JD and suggest we go down to the beach and fuck ourselves up on more blackjacks n beer...we marched ourselves down to our spot and started waiting for summer.



.summer wasn't coming...but we stayed there well into the night and told stories of loves lost and the wars we wage within...and about boobs, and strippers...
.ya, we drank, and vowed not to return to last nights scene of the crime...




.and then, someone screamed at the top of their lungs...

.and it happened again.

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.all events are based on actual events, and actual living, breathing alcoholics...no names or events have been altered to protect the privacy of individuals...fuck that noise.