Hey Boy, you got the swirlies?

[77toldthetruth]

What a weekend it has been. You see how my friday went. Well, friday evening I ventured over to my dear friend's apt. and hung out for a bit...watched some movies, even though I cant remember what in the hell they were...and then I proceeded to go out like a light. I shouldnt stay over there...the place is too condusive to sleeping. I ended up sleeping until about 2:30 in the afternoon on saturday....the latest Ive slept in a good little while. I hate waking up that late, makes me feel shitty, makes me feel like Ive wasted half the day. Well that afternoon I was supposed to go over to ms whitesides house and try to cast this fucking play, but when I finally got home and got ready to go, I called and no one anwsered...all afternoon. Oh well, says I, and I venture into town for a bit of scrumptious indian food at the india mahal. Boy that place is great, nothing beats some lamb and nan. After I ate I came back home, I shortly thereafter recieve a call from adam. He says hes getting off work soon, and to head up to the WB so we can leave for this bomb ass throw down we were going to that night. After making a few phone calls to people to see if we could find a DD, we finally found one with our comrade of the south of the boarder persausion, Efrain. We arrive at this aforemention bomb ass throw down, nestled in the heart of suburbia, and there are fucking people every-goddamn-where. We walked inside this house (mind you, we have no fucking clue whose party this is), push through people to get to the 'cup man', buy ourselves a cup, and the push back through people to reach the keg. We both get a beer and start to explore the inner workings of this house party to end all house parties. We walk in one room and I swear there was a fucking DJ. But alas, we find a place to stand and I get about half a beer down and someone yells, "Everyones gotta go, the cops are here!". Great, just what we need. So we find out way out...way out in fact, we make a dash out the back door, through the back yard, through someone elses yard, and then make it to the ditch on an adjacent road. So were standing there kinda with our thumbs in our asses...really no where to go, no car since we got dropped off...so we decide to blend in for a bit and call a taxi. Fifteen minute wait on the taxi, of course...and by this time everyone had split...the police hadnt bothered to even bust anyone for DUI's, they just made everyone scram. So, fuck it, we say...and go stand in front of the house again, beside the cop cars, and wait for our motherfucking chariot. Finally the "beach buggy" rolls up and we hop in. I swear to you, a big black man driving, and an old white woman in the passenger seat....and they are fuckin blaring 80's music. "youre too, shy shy, hush hush, eye to eye". I could hardly contain my laughter. Eventually the dude changes the radio station and we are listening to straight thug shit. Oh man. When we get back to adam's casa, we decide to get in touch with Efrain again, and get him to buy us some beers. We go pick those up, drink the shit out of them, and as we are about to go to sleep, adam's dad busts in the room-
"Got the swirlies boy?"