I fucking hate rabbits.
......Long story. Anyhow, decided I needed to get away for a minute, so I came home to prisoncity. Went out to dinner with my parents, Audra was our waitress.(strange). Met up with her and Patrick then headed out to a party. It was actually pretty fun. Audra was the DD (even stranger). Patrick and I proceeded to get drunk, extremely drunk, go figure. So some piece of shit dred locked hippy, decides to get in Patricks' face for absolutly no reason. Audra was like "hey ass munch chill out." That pissed him off even more. Then me with my big mouth start saying "you dirty fucking hippy, wash your hair, before I shove your face in that fire over there." All in all, I had a pretty good time. The dirty hippy calmed down, and we pretty much chilled. Went home, my mom flipped out because I guess I reaked of alcohol. So today is Ryan and Audra's birthday. Happy birthday you two. Should be heading back to the ghetto with the birthday girl. <<<<<
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Best quote of the evening goes to Erin. I think its funny, if you don't. I could care less.
This quote has to do with a conversation about cheetos and fat girls. We had been at National Coney in Royal Oak the other night discussing this topic. Well the rather large heffer of a waitress decided to put in her two cents. Anyway, Erin was telling someone the story, and was like "I don't need some fat bitch dippin into my conversation like some chicken nugget." "Shit,...I'm no barbaque sauce.
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Best quote of the evening goes to Erin. I think its funny, if you don't. I could care less.
This quote has to do with a conversation about cheetos and fat girls. We had been at National Coney in Royal Oak the other night discussing this topic. Well the rather large heffer of a waitress decided to put in her two cents. Anyway, Erin was telling someone the story, and was like "I don't need some fat bitch dippin into my conversation like some chicken nugget." "Shit,...I'm no barbaque sauce.