My Fuckin Head
Haha, another letter from drunken Ariel, Stories for the grandkids indeed
shit man, what a crazy ass night. I was drinking vodka (you know it will be
a grand story if it starts with " So i was drinkin vodka last night..." )
and i lost my work clothes some how and went into work all smashed. Yeah
they knew i was drunk and sent me away. So then i took my roommate to this
guys house and we were drinkig, having a good time, and these guys started
shit with my roommate because they thought that he was part of a group who
supposedly jumped some black guy named tyron. They punched him in the face
and the cops showed up and we left and i lost one of my shoes. So we go back
to my house and by this time im really pissed off, and drunkenly yelling
that im gonna kill all those muther fuckers and beat them to a bloody pulp
and he keeps trying to restrain me, (and we all know how trying to restrain
ariel when shes drunk and angry is a really bad idea) and so eventually
after a lot of screaming and bad noise i take off down the street to go kill
these people. I walked the whole way there barefoot and smashed a beer
bottle over those guys roommates head and kicked her ass. It was good. So
then i walked drunkenly home with blood all over my hands and the fucking
house was locked. So picture this: I cant figure out how to open the
fucking gate so i climb it and kind of fall over it and scrape my ass. Then
im trying to pry open the window with a grilling tool and brake the end off.
So then i just start banging the shit out of the door with the broken
hamburger flipper and other roommate comes to the door and im fuckin
standing there looking all fucked up with a broken hambuger flipper in my
evil blood soaked hand and a broken lit broken cigarette in the other and he
says, umm, brady is in jail. So im like, FUCK. What the fuck. So it is
5:58 the next day and i still dont know what happened to him or were the
fuck he is. I cant imagine the cops aresting him for a drinking ticket so
he must have hit a cop or something. Damn i hope he is ok. Anyways the plan
is to throw a brick through thier window or something. I am not yet out of
violent emotions and have many an ass kicking to come. Mother Fucker have i
always been this violent and angry? hehe. That makes by butt tickle.
Another fun filled fort collins story for the grandkids. Damn what a fucked
life i lead. Well i heart all you docile kids in tha springs and i wish you
lots of happy sexual incounters and happy drinking to you. love, THE
DOMINATOR
shit man, what a crazy ass night. I was drinking vodka (you know it will be
a grand story if it starts with " So i was drinkin vodka last night..." )
and i lost my work clothes some how and went into work all smashed. Yeah
they knew i was drunk and sent me away. So then i took my roommate to this
guys house and we were drinkig, having a good time, and these guys started
shit with my roommate because they thought that he was part of a group who
supposedly jumped some black guy named tyron. They punched him in the face
and the cops showed up and we left and i lost one of my shoes. So we go back
to my house and by this time im really pissed off, and drunkenly yelling
that im gonna kill all those muther fuckers and beat them to a bloody pulp
and he keeps trying to restrain me, (and we all know how trying to restrain
ariel when shes drunk and angry is a really bad idea) and so eventually
after a lot of screaming and bad noise i take off down the street to go kill
these people. I walked the whole way there barefoot and smashed a beer
bottle over those guys roommates head and kicked her ass. It was good. So
then i walked drunkenly home with blood all over my hands and the fucking
house was locked. So picture this: I cant figure out how to open the
fucking gate so i climb it and kind of fall over it and scrape my ass. Then
im trying to pry open the window with a grilling tool and brake the end off.
So then i just start banging the shit out of the door with the broken
hamburger flipper and other roommate comes to the door and im fuckin
standing there looking all fucked up with a broken hambuger flipper in my
evil blood soaked hand and a broken lit broken cigarette in the other and he
says, umm, brady is in jail. So im like, FUCK. What the fuck. So it is
5:58 the next day and i still dont know what happened to him or were the
fuck he is. I cant imagine the cops aresting him for a drinking ticket so
he must have hit a cop or something. Damn i hope he is ok. Anyways the plan
is to throw a brick through thier window or something. I am not yet out of
violent emotions and have many an ass kicking to come. Mother Fucker have i
always been this violent and angry? hehe. That makes by butt tickle.
Another fun filled fort collins story for the grandkids. Damn what a fucked
life i lead. Well i heart all you docile kids in tha springs and i wish you
lots of happy sexual incounters and happy drinking to you. love, THE
DOMINATOR