Mother Fucker
The night was young and my libido
was not yet at its peak. I had driven my
way from North Edinburg to Eric's house and
realized this was no ordinary night something’s would never bee the same. Arriving there I was shoved against a wall
and soft raped by a silly oversized Asian-Ken doll, we have all grown to know
as TJ. After partaking in the
consumption of the bounty full cornucopia that Eric had placed on his kitchen
table, people began to arrive and conversations began to go sprout, going off on
wild tangents.
"Bitch please, I bet you 8 Russian soldiers and a French monarch that Mr. Riggins could so own Leonardo Da Vinci in a staring contest"
"Nigga you straight up trippin', Leonardo had multiple-personalities, and wore women’s clothing. Riggin's bottle of Jack, and his Harley would totally show Leo-da-fag-e-oh who's boss!"
"Ma-Maaaa-Maaaaaa-MAAAAAAAAaa-------Mike Jones$$$$!!!!"
"Dude if you want I can totally arrange a date between you and my mom, she's Asian but she gots great tits"
After a bit of random slurrers and the climbing of the mighty roof more arrived and the party was officially under way. DDR, Guitar, pseudo-deflated balls, and a book on vampires latter, we as a whole decided to venture off to a local park.
Two cars, many more people than would fit, who cares I shouted, "Fuck da Pigs". On the road things took a change I closed my eyes and let my feet steer for a change, with the radio to max volume and several heads out the windows, I attempted to play rhythmic songs with the horn while Fred waved his penis out the window. Hoping to attract the attention of strange alien crafts he rapidly waved that thing forward and back.
For what seemed like a mile or two my vehicle and the other car were racing forward to the slides. Pedestrians walking to the left, Runners to the right, children on the slides though it was 9 at night. None of these sub facts seemed to bother us, the sounds of blasting Reggaeton boosting from all audible sides; we all seemed to drift off into a pseudo sleeping drive. I shouted at the ducks and the small fluffy dogs, but the bastards’ didn’t seem to respond so I chased them along the rock lined running path. Quickly realizing the vehicles wouldn’t fit on the slide I parked on a branch of a tree, and we all receded from our ride. Merriment-merriment audible from every way, many teens spinning on marry-go-rounds intended for those two to ten.
No slide was too tall to climb and no swing was too fast to jump, after a bit of tom-foolery and three citizen arrests, we decided to return to the tree branch and drive back to Eric's. People in vehicles shifted but the music was just as loud, we took both lanes of the road as ours, and made the other cars shift around.
Back to the house we returned, all in seemingly factorial lines, I think I was the 5th imaginary in the Mandelbrot line. Time began to pass and the movie seemed fine, a schizophrenic-manic-depressive-lunatic whose sole friend was a dead tangent universe existent, man with an obscure terrifying bunny mask. As the film came to an end people began to leave and the call of the road was heard again, I said good by and parted my path. And entered my car for one last laugh, as I drove towards my home I reminisced on the 12 blowjobs I had received the many crimes I had been an accessory to and the other things I could no longer remember. But what was most important was I though of the drunken fools who missed their chance to partake in adventure and give safety the hand, their chance to show the man who was boss, leave a black man in the dust and partake in the greatest of greats using your genetalia to wave down alien space-crafts.
"Bitch please, I bet you 8 Russian soldiers and a French monarch that Mr. Riggins could so own Leonardo Da Vinci in a staring contest"
"Nigga you straight up trippin', Leonardo had multiple-personalities, and wore women’s clothing. Riggin's bottle of Jack, and his Harley would totally show Leo-da-fag-e-oh who's boss!"
"Ma-Maaaa-Maaaaaa-MAAAAAAAAaa-------Mike Jones$$$$!!!!"
"Dude if you want I can totally arrange a date between you and my mom, she's Asian but she gots great tits"
After a bit of random slurrers and the climbing of the mighty roof more arrived and the party was officially under way. DDR, Guitar, pseudo-deflated balls, and a book on vampires latter, we as a whole decided to venture off to a local park.
Two cars, many more people than would fit, who cares I shouted, "Fuck da Pigs". On the road things took a change I closed my eyes and let my feet steer for a change, with the radio to max volume and several heads out the windows, I attempted to play rhythmic songs with the horn while Fred waved his penis out the window. Hoping to attract the attention of strange alien crafts he rapidly waved that thing forward and back.
For what seemed like a mile or two my vehicle and the other car were racing forward to the slides. Pedestrians walking to the left, Runners to the right, children on the slides though it was 9 at night. None of these sub facts seemed to bother us, the sounds of blasting Reggaeton boosting from all audible sides; we all seemed to drift off into a pseudo sleeping drive. I shouted at the ducks and the small fluffy dogs, but the bastards’ didn’t seem to respond so I chased them along the rock lined running path. Quickly realizing the vehicles wouldn’t fit on the slide I parked on a branch of a tree, and we all receded from our ride. Merriment-merriment audible from every way, many teens spinning on marry-go-rounds intended for those two to ten.
No slide was too tall to climb and no swing was too fast to jump, after a bit of tom-foolery and three citizen arrests, we decided to return to the tree branch and drive back to Eric's. People in vehicles shifted but the music was just as loud, we took both lanes of the road as ours, and made the other cars shift around.
Back to the house we returned, all in seemingly factorial lines, I think I was the 5th imaginary in the Mandelbrot line. Time began to pass and the movie seemed fine, a schizophrenic-manic-depressive-lunatic whose sole friend was a dead tangent universe existent, man with an obscure terrifying bunny mask. As the film came to an end people began to leave and the call of the road was heard again, I said good by and parted my path. And entered my car for one last laugh, as I drove towards my home I reminisced on the 12 blowjobs I had received the many crimes I had been an accessory to and the other things I could no longer remember. But what was most important was I though of the drunken fools who missed their chance to partake in adventure and give safety the hand, their chance to show the man who was boss, leave a black man in the dust and partake in the greatest of greats using your genetalia to wave down alien space-crafts.