You want a wierd fucking night....?
So I've had plenty of fucking strange nights (ie passing out outside the gym because of lights/walking in the middle of sharp on the way home/drinking monoply (goddamn Duffy I know you cheated me), but this definitely takes top honors.
So to begin the story.... I was taking a trip down Memory Lane (not like metaphorically speaking but the actuall road was called Memory Lane) and guess what song comes on the goddamn radio. Fuckin Long December. So I am on Memory lane (real street Duffy check with you sister because it is down around her) and fuckin Long December comes on. Wierdest fuckin deal because the only thing I can think about is Jeff and Jaime and Roland and Sean and Me holding arms in a goddamn circle and singing the goddamn song at that one house that used to be bomb but now sucks balls (somewhere on Augusta maybe?). But thats not the wierdest part.
Earlier in the day I had to call a patient whose name was fuckin Pierre. And when I called the girl who answered sounded exactly like Mikey's ex. Wierdest shit, she sounds like Michelle and she's living with a Pierre. Jesus H Christ.
Long story short, I end up in fucking Huntington Beach, playing chandeliers, drinking with the kid that took the silver medal in the Street Skate of the recent Los Angeles X-games. Wow, Jesus H Christ. And I still had time to mack on some chick (no Keanan = relief) and still be able to crash no problem. God, I LOVE AMERICA. Best country in the world, Then for some God unknown reason, I met some chick that was from France and spoke to her in French for a while. Best night of my life? If not, its very, very close....
PS. Thank you for being awake when I called Duffy. Talking with you really turned my night for the better......FAG. Anyway. Off to crash. To the FAM, may every night be as good as mine and may our stories and lives live forever. Vive La FAM et La PIT!!!!
posted by True @ 2:41 AM
8 Comments:
I knew it was a good story as soon as you said "not like metaphorically speaking but the actual road was called Memory Lane"
Don't worry Josh. I'll look at your facebook and find the girl you were talking to and instand message her just to weird her out.
Never crossed my mind Ro. Like you said, you said it all already. Plus, I'm technically the fucking douche for living an hour away. At least I get to drink when I want to.
So, have you ever woken up next to a girl in bed and not remembered how you got there or what may have happened in the bed? Ya, well thats how the next day began for me.
Is this better Ro?
Was it a fat chick? Last time I checked, my name wasn't Keanan.
Funny how things would be here today if--and only hypotheticaly if--I'd actually lowered myself to doing the unthinkable with Big Bertha. I couldn't be happier knowing I'm getting shit for something I can proudly say I was not a sleaze for.
P.S.- Fuck you Roland, and your homo soccer.
I was originally experimenting with my name with just, "fuck it" and you had to go out and question it for no reason. Thus, I liked "fuck you Roland" instead, but you are right. My hatred really stems from soccer. I'll stick to this for awhile and see how it goes.
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