As the Mellow Beat Carries On.
On the way to Michael's BBQ he and I stopped by Jack's house only to find a pair of skinny legs standing in the upstairs window.
Mike: "It's his dad...and he's scary."
Me: "No, it's probably Jack, why don't you beep."
He honked and then sped away.
Me: "Go back, that was Jack!"
It had to be.
We turned around to find Jack's head instead of his legs in the window. He ran downstairs. His getup was the funniest thing I've seen in a long time: Bright Red shorts and a sketchy looking green/yellow shirt with paint the color of old blood on his now creme colored converses and arms. Both the shirt and shorts looked about 5 sized too small on his long body. He hadn't shaved in what looked like a full year and his hair looked like a large giraffe had sucked on it for a bit too long. He was painting his room a dark maroon color in what he claimed to be his "painting getup". He jumped in the backseat and we proceeded to Mike's house as Mike showed off his new driving skills (doubling the speed limit and the "look, no hands!" method). When we got to Mike's we savoured his 1986 Camaro IROC-z and its amazing "sucking" in of the back hood.
We took another trip back to Jack's with the intention of dropping him off (we couldn't keep him around for the BBQ due to his "unique" choice of clothing). When we got there we ran upstairs, drew a penis and other various naked pictures of breast and deformed legs maroon on maroon, and Jack put on a less terrifying outfit of jeans and a plain shirt. He did, though, keep the dried blood on his arms.
When eating at Mike's we observed how Mike enjoyed the bread of his hotdog to be squshed around the hotdog and I, supportingly chirped (right to his mom) that "I, too, do weird things with my food all the time." This sent Jack into a little less than a hysteria of laughter, causing my eyes to water out of holding back my own giggling.
We continued on out journey as we walked to Wal-Mart. Our goal was to buy some of the 25 cent soda that Wal-Mart is oh-so-famous for. After accomplishing this we caused chaos in nearly every section of the store- from having a hoola-hoop contest to blaring hardcore rock through the music section. We used some anti-bacterial soap and Jack tried on a trendy white and red jacket. To bring the night to an end Mike stuffed Jack into an airplane and inserted 50 cents causing it to rock back and forth as an oversized Jack sat tighly inside gleefully giggling that "it has guns, you guys." Mike and I decided to leave Jack in it, wondering how he would manage to get out of it safely without our help.
On the ride to Jacks we saw a faggoty looking kid walking on the side of the road. In the midst of Jack and me screaming "Run him over!" we realized this was after all only Carlos. He ran to our vehicle and Mike did a donut around the rocky patch on the side of the road. The door was open and I nearly fell out of the car- but it was fun!
After dropping of the two douches Mike and I continued on. While watching some television Mike decided to feel me up and we got caught by his mom. He took the car out and we did it in the parkinglot of a church in Rockaway. The windows fogged up I scribbled SEX on the back window (to clear it up for any unsuspected cops walking by). Afterwards I hugged Michael long and hard and thanked him for the orgasms.
(Shut up faggots, no one is making you read this.)
It was quite a night, boys.
Mike: "It's his dad...and he's scary."
Me: "No, it's probably Jack, why don't you beep."
He honked and then sped away.
Me: "Go back, that was Jack!"
It had to be.
We turned around to find Jack's head instead of his legs in the window. He ran downstairs. His getup was the funniest thing I've seen in a long time: Bright Red shorts and a sketchy looking green/yellow shirt with paint the color of old blood on his now creme colored converses and arms. Both the shirt and shorts looked about 5 sized too small on his long body. He hadn't shaved in what looked like a full year and his hair looked like a large giraffe had sucked on it for a bit too long. He was painting his room a dark maroon color in what he claimed to be his "painting getup". He jumped in the backseat and we proceeded to Mike's house as Mike showed off his new driving skills (doubling the speed limit and the "look, no hands!" method). When we got to Mike's we savoured his 1986 Camaro IROC-z and its amazing "sucking" in of the back hood.
We took another trip back to Jack's with the intention of dropping him off (we couldn't keep him around for the BBQ due to his "unique" choice of clothing). When we got there we ran upstairs, drew a penis and other various naked pictures of breast and deformed legs maroon on maroon, and Jack put on a less terrifying outfit of jeans and a plain shirt. He did, though, keep the dried blood on his arms.
When eating at Mike's we observed how Mike enjoyed the bread of his hotdog to be squshed around the hotdog and I, supportingly chirped (right to his mom) that "I, too, do weird things with my food all the time." This sent Jack into a little less than a hysteria of laughter, causing my eyes to water out of holding back my own giggling.
We continued on out journey as we walked to Wal-Mart. Our goal was to buy some of the 25 cent soda that Wal-Mart is oh-so-famous for. After accomplishing this we caused chaos in nearly every section of the store- from having a hoola-hoop contest to blaring hardcore rock through the music section. We used some anti-bacterial soap and Jack tried on a trendy white and red jacket. To bring the night to an end Mike stuffed Jack into an airplane and inserted 50 cents causing it to rock back and forth as an oversized Jack sat tighly inside gleefully giggling that "it has guns, you guys." Mike and I decided to leave Jack in it, wondering how he would manage to get out of it safely without our help.
On the ride to Jacks we saw a faggoty looking kid walking on the side of the road. In the midst of Jack and me screaming "Run him over!" we realized this was after all only Carlos. He ran to our vehicle and Mike did a donut around the rocky patch on the side of the road. The door was open and I nearly fell out of the car- but it was fun!
After dropping of the two douches Mike and I continued on. While watching some television Mike decided to feel me up and we got caught by his mom. He took the car out and we did it in the parkinglot of a church in Rockaway. The windows fogged up I scribbled SEX on the back window (to clear it up for any unsuspected cops walking by). Afterwards I hugged Michael long and hard and thanked him for the orgasms.
(Shut up faggots, no one is making you read this.)
It was quite a night, boys.