Mo', bros, kittens, waterfalls, alcohols, slaw. Poetry shit.
So it goes...
We went to Mike's bro's house in c-town for some BBQ and dranks. He made the same (very dangerous) jungle juice from slope day in his backpack tank dispenser. There was croquet (Mo' taught me how to spell it), botche ball (don't even fuckin know dude),slip-n-sliding, and beer pong. Mayda confessed her like to (other) Al, but it didn't work so that was kinda sad and we got more drunk instead of being sad.
We had to find a long enough hose to set up the slip-n-slide which was obviously a great idea. We found a stray kitten and stole a bro hat in the process. Hence "THERE ARE SO MANY FREE KITTENS AND HATS HERE!" We found a big coil underneath a pile of leaves. I guess "diry hose is better than no hose."
I was slizzerd by 6, so Mayda took me home and I mustered up the strength to shower and have some bread. We cried about what was surely nothing because I was drunk and I started my period today.
Mo' returned with many bruises and headaches by like 10. She went to the waterfall with the bros. You can ask her the rest if she remembers.
CARL
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Dude, that sounds like so much fun. I wanna get slizzered with you.
Gawd I love Old Crow. They make me reckon that I best start talkin' like a proper southerner since it sounds so darn purty when they do it.
K.D.
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