dude, you were wasted!
I've been drinking. Seventy-two hours in a row. It all started with forties and late night skinny dips in the lake and then it was partying down with a bunch of green bay packers fans and some fancy beers. I played some serious baseball with beer cans and I wore some serious ray-bans and lost seriously at foozball. It was all very serious. Duh.
11th was serious too. The bros were dressed like principals and the babes all had pigtails and short skirts. We missed the memo about the theme, but not the one about the free booze and the free lollipops. I drank shots with 50 cent as some shorty sat on his lap and did some serious "grindin". Her butt was the size of compton. Everything was perverted, so we left.
All the way to 3rd where everyone had big muscles full of trouble. Five minutes passed and before I knew what was what, me and ten of my posse were 86'ed out of the place via a metal baseball bat. All thanks to your friend Casio.
Nobody wanted us so we sat in a lonely park and me and Mayhem shotgunned our very first lonely beers. There was blood everywhere and Jasen was dressed like a hoochie. So was Krogh. Those kicks were whack, bro.
Everyone went home to make out and I went home to puke. David made me a goblet out of an old water bottle and a knife and no matter how many times I filled it up, there was no such thing as sober.
So far so good, summer. Keep up the good work.
11th was serious too. The bros were dressed like principals and the babes all had pigtails and short skirts. We missed the memo about the theme, but not the one about the free booze and the free lollipops. I drank shots with 50 cent as some shorty sat on his lap and did some serious "grindin". Her butt was the size of compton. Everything was perverted, so we left.
All the way to 3rd where everyone had big muscles full of trouble. Five minutes passed and before I knew what was what, me and ten of my posse were 86'ed out of the place via a metal baseball bat. All thanks to your friend Casio.
Nobody wanted us so we sat in a lonely park and me and Mayhem shotgunned our very first lonely beers. There was blood everywhere and Jasen was dressed like a hoochie. So was Krogh. Those kicks were whack, bro.
Everyone went home to make out and I went home to puke. David made me a goblet out of an old water bottle and a knife and no matter how many times I filled it up, there was no such thing as sober.
So far so good, summer. Keep up the good work.