im home. or am i?
my trip was beyond awesome the first week in minnesota was pretty uneventful except seeing my gorgeous little god daughter and chuggin half of a bottle of sountern comfort 100 proof and getting all fucked up.
but the trip down to daytona beach is where the real fun began. we got caught in a huge accident in tennesee that killed another driver and we were at a stand still for about two hours. shitty. well we got a hotel after that and the next morning ate at some chain called waffle house that seems to be everywhere in the south and they pissed me off cause i didnt have cash on me and they wouldnt take credit cards. dicks. any way we where in daytona bye that night. the first thing my friend luke does is christen the toilet and then promptly clogs it and then 3 smokin hot girls come to our suite as maintance arives with a plunger man he was embarresed. then after we have some drinks we decide to go down to the beach and the water was cold as shit so after a while after we killed our drinks we decide to go back to our rooms and get more liquer in us, on the way there i decided to warm up by diving into the pool. after i get back to the room i realize i lost my glasses somewhere and have to go back and get them off the bottom of the pool. as im diving back in to the pool i bang the shitt out of my pinky toe. i get my glasses and pay no attention to the toe.
next moring i wake up and my whole foot is swollen awesome. nothing really happens of note that day besides drinking, the weather being shitty and getting gropped by some chick named carla who had some big ol titties.
next day more rain more drunken fun.
next day we hit fort lauderdale to avoid the rain and hit the beaches down there. i get wrecked by some huge waves and call it a day and drive back to daytona to get fucked up with those hot chicks.
thursday we decided we all needed to get absoluely hammered and we did. more rain.
friday was our last day their and we were all feeling like doodoo so we walked in the cold down to the pier and chilled. that night was pretty chill because i had to be on a plane back to seattle at 8 am
the damage
i drank alot
my trip was beyond awesome the first week in minnesota was pretty uneventful except seeing my gorgeous little god daughter and chuggin half of a bottle of sountern comfort 100 proof and getting all fucked up.
but the trip down to daytona beach is where the real fun began. we got caught in a huge accident in tennesee that killed another driver and we were at a stand still for about two hours. shitty. well we got a hotel after that and the next morning ate at some chain called waffle house that seems to be everywhere in the south and they pissed me off cause i didnt have cash on me and they wouldnt take credit cards. dicks. any way we where in daytona bye that night. the first thing my friend luke does is christen the toilet and then promptly clogs it and then 3 smokin hot girls come to our suite as maintance arives with a plunger man he was embarresed. then after we have some drinks we decide to go down to the beach and the water was cold as shit so after a while after we killed our drinks we decide to go back to our rooms and get more liquer in us, on the way there i decided to warm up by diving into the pool. after i get back to the room i realize i lost my glasses somewhere and have to go back and get them off the bottom of the pool. as im diving back in to the pool i bang the shitt out of my pinky toe. i get my glasses and pay no attention to the toe.
next moring i wake up and my whole foot is swollen awesome. nothing really happens of note that day besides drinking, the weather being shitty and getting gropped by some chick named carla who had some big ol titties.
next day more rain more drunken fun.
next day we hit fort lauderdale to avoid the rain and hit the beaches down there. i get wrecked by some huge waves and call it a day and drive back to daytona to get fucked up with those hot chicks.
thursday we decided we all needed to get absoluely hammered and we did. more rain.
friday was our last day their and we were all feeling like doodoo so we walked in the cold down to the pier and chilled. that night was pretty chill because i had to be on a plane back to seattle at 8 am
the damage
i drank alot
Kisses