today i got hit by a damn drunkard
OK today i went to percy and patricks house because i lost my cell phone last night. i thought i had just left it at home but when i got home it wasn't there so now i'm all confus.............ed. Anyway i was at patricks house and patrick was there and he's like oh i guess you want your cell phone. iwas like ok it's overhere. Patrick said yeah nobody called you, i said doesn't surprise me i don't have any real friends anyway. Patrick said aw paul yes you do i think you're the coolest mothafunka on the planet. Well i'll save my personal feelings for another time. So me and pat and his two other friends that i didn't know ate some crawfish and then we had to move around some boards and s. Word of advice "if you don't have band practice at percy's house or unless you lost your cellphone over there. don't go over there because Mr. Percy will find something for you to do like move around boards and s".
So me and pat went to taco bell and this stupid girl that works there called me the devil, blake knows who i'm talkinbout. then we went to laughyetwoods, which i'm convinced now is the funnest place near houma. So after me and pat played for awhile we leave and come to the street and i noticed a red truck far down the road so i turned onto the road and before i know it this dudes on my a. so i was like what the f is this dude doing on my a, and then he slowed down a whole lot and swervin and s and running ppl off the road which i found out later so anyway i get to the sttop light right before S. T. Bone and i'm just sitting there waiting for the light, and same little fing red truck slams into me from behind. me and pat were ok thank jesus christ of bethlehem, and pat saw the anger in my eyes as i got out of the blazer and looked at my bumber it was bent downward so i was like what the f and looked at the man in the little red truck and i said what the f. The man in the little red truck showed no emotion on his face whatsoever. I thought to myself, this dude is realy f'ed up. The guy behind us stopped and starts yelling at the man in the little red truck, "you bastard get your drunk a out of the car, you shoudn't be driving, then the realized how f'ed up he was and said maybe you should stay in the truck so we called the pig patrol and it took them 30 min. and 19 sec. to get there. but they did eventually by this time the man in the little red truck managed to get out after being held back by his seat belt at least five times. all he could say was i'm sorry and said 3 times and that's all he said and he was shaking like a waitress at a tity bar with the ac on. Anyway the cops got everyone's info and an ambulance came to take the man in the little red truck to the hospital before they brought him to jail. And one of the paramedics was the rather young pretty little thing and after she took care of t.m.i.t.l.r.t. she asked me and pat if we were ok and we were like yea. and she asked me if my airbag went off, and i said, "baby, i don't think i have airbags", and she let out the sexiest little laugh, i got a little chubby right there if you know what i mean. And then me and pat left and went watch "Cheech and Chong's Up in Smoke". i guess that's it.