"When dr. dre say crunk, you will get it crunk, get it crunk, crunk, crunk, crunk"-Eminem (Encore)
For those of you who are hip-hop illiterate, "crunk," is a combination of being crazy and drunk simutanously.
Last night was crazy, this whole week has been crazy but last night was the pinacle of this summer's events. I'm still adjusting to being tired and having a bent internal clock so bare with me. Last nigh began with Perillo and I making videos of him and I running up his broken foton and jumping onto his matress below. That was fun and I was satisfied with just doing that, but no the night hasn't ended yet. We went to PJ bowl so he can get money, but ended up staying so he can win a game of bowling and from: Patrick, Suga Mamma, Juggs, and, "Ludacris." I've met Patrick before, he seems to be one of those people that talk shit just to make himself look good. He's not harsh, some of his comments were funny. Like when he called Perillo Herman and tried to sandbag his way to victory. Perillo played his best, game I witnessed. I guess he does well when the pressure is on. I know I couldn't do it.
After bowling I tried to convince Perillo that we should meet James, Percy, and Sandwich for late-night eats. But Percy and Saniwich said that they'd rather watch the movie, "Ghost," instead. I don't know how they can make an evening out of watching a dvd, its impossible for me. I couldn't hold m intrest for that long, well depending on the company. Anyway, we went to Fleisch's to discover that nobody was home. I picked on a bush while Perillo cahnged his voicemail mesage. After the fourth time w saw a car behind us, it was Fleisch's dad, and Fleiasch.
We looked at Perillo's college humor stuff, and made last minuet arrangements to meet Colleen and friends at, "Shop with us," we went and followed them to the party, were I becme the king of the bitch drinks, and said random stupid shit to the party people. Fleisch sat alone with coleen in the room with the stereo. Thats how it was till the cops came and all was requested to go into the basement.
This is where the craziness began! While Perillo played pool with these drunk kids, Fleisch found random excuses to hit him in the balls. They ended up fighting for a bit. It was like old times, these times! When it was time to leave it was light out, we drove Colleen and this girl Brittany home. Perillo brought us to McDonald's and when we found out we had to change our orders, Fleisch leaned over on Perillo and said, "I want a Mike Perillo on a bun." It was so funny that we keep reffering to that line to this moment. It's still funny,but not that as funny anymore when sober. Thses kids are awesome! We have done so much together and there's still more to do, I'm still wanting for us to play kickball with Minard and friends. That game would rule the school! And yes, Perillo rap battled me and won, I am ashamed.
Last night was crazy, this whole week has been crazy but last night was the pinacle of this summer's events. I'm still adjusting to being tired and having a bent internal clock so bare with me. Last nigh began with Perillo and I making videos of him and I running up his broken foton and jumping onto his matress below. That was fun and I was satisfied with just doing that, but no the night hasn't ended yet. We went to PJ bowl so he can get money, but ended up staying so he can win a game of bowling and from: Patrick, Suga Mamma, Juggs, and, "Ludacris." I've met Patrick before, he seems to be one of those people that talk shit just to make himself look good. He's not harsh, some of his comments were funny. Like when he called Perillo Herman and tried to sandbag his way to victory. Perillo played his best, game I witnessed. I guess he does well when the pressure is on. I know I couldn't do it.
After bowling I tried to convince Perillo that we should meet James, Percy, and Sandwich for late-night eats. But Percy and Saniwich said that they'd rather watch the movie, "Ghost," instead. I don't know how they can make an evening out of watching a dvd, its impossible for me. I couldn't hold m intrest for that long, well depending on the company. Anyway, we went to Fleisch's to discover that nobody was home. I picked on a bush while Perillo cahnged his voicemail mesage. After the fourth time w saw a car behind us, it was Fleisch's dad, and Fleiasch.
We looked at Perillo's college humor stuff, and made last minuet arrangements to meet Colleen and friends at, "Shop with us," we went and followed them to the party, were I becme the king of the bitch drinks, and said random stupid shit to the party people. Fleisch sat alone with coleen in the room with the stereo. Thats how it was till the cops came and all was requested to go into the basement.
This is where the craziness began! While Perillo played pool with these drunk kids, Fleisch found random excuses to hit him in the balls. They ended up fighting for a bit. It was like old times, these times! When it was time to leave it was light out, we drove Colleen and this girl Brittany home. Perillo brought us to McDonald's and when we found out we had to change our orders, Fleisch leaned over on Perillo and said, "I want a Mike Perillo on a bun." It was so funny that we keep reffering to that line to this moment. It's still funny,but not that as funny anymore when sober. Thses kids are awesome! We have done so much together and there's still more to do, I'm still wanting for us to play kickball with Minard and friends. That game would rule the school! And yes, Perillo rap battled me and won, I am ashamed.