so it's 1 pm and i'm still drunk as a skunk. my brother is throing up, he's always gotta out do me, last night was unreal. we make vidoes so the hard part is that we must now go back and watch what we did. i liked getting drunk better when i didn't remember what happened. here's the highlights i have so far........
we went to the strapper club, (which i hate for the record, it makes me uncomfortable, i'm too shy) anyway we brought home one of the strappers, and went to the hot tub, i did some back flips into the pool, mellow night so far, this is as far as i remember...
to the video tape
aprently we met some guy at the pool, we then proceeded to brake bottles on my head, i tried to jump the couch and i landed on my head, ouch, i got kicked in the nuts by my brother......hard. so i kicked him back.....harder
i snorted some scotch, the strapper tried to fuck me, she was wailin and screemin my name, starpperes are so 1984,
we started a game of black momba, for those who don't whach wild boys, when somebody passes out, you smack them in the face, (only we don't wait until you pass out, just until you're not looking) and yell black mamba. so the guy we met said we were pussies (bad move boss) and doing pussie balck momba's and that turned into a slap box fight, then we rolled him up into the shower and smacked his ass silly
then the strapper told him he had to go, i passed out walking and mike passed out on top of the strapper, (for the record, he did not try to fuck her, good move mike, he did have the oppertunity ) but she did have to pull her self out from under him and call for her car. she didn't know where she was she had to descride where she was radical
mike thru up in his sleep, thank God he was on his stomach on the couch. other wise he'd be dead and i'd be talkin to the police right now
anyhow, all told we drank, 25 beers, 1/4 gallon of scotch, a whole bottle of jegger, and 5 bottles of champaign,
we are rock stars
mike is still throing up
poor bastard
i went to the front desk and got some coffee, it's not helping. the strapper is calling. she wants to shop for christmas dercorations....fuck you.
the end
saje
we went to the strapper club, (which i hate for the record, it makes me uncomfortable, i'm too shy) anyway we brought home one of the strappers, and went to the hot tub, i did some back flips into the pool, mellow night so far, this is as far as i remember...
to the video tape
aprently we met some guy at the pool, we then proceeded to brake bottles on my head, i tried to jump the couch and i landed on my head, ouch, i got kicked in the nuts by my brother......hard. so i kicked him back.....harder
i snorted some scotch, the strapper tried to fuck me, she was wailin and screemin my name, starpperes are so 1984,
we started a game of black momba, for those who don't whach wild boys, when somebody passes out, you smack them in the face, (only we don't wait until you pass out, just until you're not looking) and yell black mamba. so the guy we met said we were pussies (bad move boss) and doing pussie balck momba's and that turned into a slap box fight, then we rolled him up into the shower and smacked his ass silly
then the strapper told him he had to go, i passed out walking and mike passed out on top of the strapper, (for the record, he did not try to fuck her, good move mike, he did have the oppertunity ) but she did have to pull her self out from under him and call for her car. she didn't know where she was she had to descride where she was radical
mike thru up in his sleep, thank God he was on his stomach on the couch. other wise he'd be dead and i'd be talkin to the police right now
anyhow, all told we drank, 25 beers, 1/4 gallon of scotch, a whole bottle of jegger, and 5 bottles of champaign,
we are rock stars
mike is still throing up
poor bastard
i went to the front desk and got some coffee, it's not helping. the strapper is calling. she wants to shop for christmas dercorations....fuck you.
the end
saje
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off to bed
saje
strippers are so 1984!! hahaha
xoxo alexis