PARTY HARD \o/
Who: AWESOME PEOPLE. This is totally open to any students who wanna get their funk on, drinking or no.
What: PARTY.
Where: Ganondorf's sketchy Ebuy house in FDC.
When: Backdated to Sunday night, Feb. 15.
Rating: I MAKE NO PROMISES.
A storm was brewing on Sumabura's horizon. An unknown threat loomed over the school and cast a shadow over the hearts of its population. The halcyon days of Power Rangers and hovering donuts had been swept away by a black wind. The innocent teens (and lolis) were steeling themselves for a battle far greater than any they had ever known. There was no guarantee that any of them would make it out alive, and it was certain that every last one of them would forever bear the emotional scars that only war can give. There was only one thing they could do to prepare themselves for the horrors that lurked in their futures:
It was time to get crunk.
Ganondorf, being a true buddy, had once again offered up his the skeezy house he'd purchased for a buck on Ebuy. The stereo was cranked to 11 and stocked with the appropriate party tunes, any breakable items still left in the house had been hidden, and there was a pile of junk in the backyard just begging to be made into a bonfire. Shit was ready to go down.
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What: PARTY.
Where: Ganondorf's sketchy Ebuy house in FDC.
When: Backdated to Sunday night, Feb. 15.
Rating: I MAKE NO PROMISES.
A storm was brewing on Sumabura's horizon. An unknown threat loomed over the school and cast a shadow over the hearts of its population. The halcyon days of Power Rangers and hovering donuts had been swept away by a black wind. The innocent teens (and lolis) were steeling themselves for a battle far greater than any they had ever known. There was no guarantee that any of them would make it out alive, and it was certain that every last one of them would forever bear the emotional scars that only war can give. There was only one thing they could do to prepare themselves for the horrors that lurked in their futures:
It was time to get crunk.
Ganondorf, being a true buddy, had once again offered up his the skeezy house he'd purchased for a buck on Ebuy. The stereo was cranked to 11 and stocked with the appropriate party tunes, any breakable items still left in the house had been hidden, and there was a pile of junk in the backyard just begging to be made into a bonfire. Shit was ready to go down.
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In case if this thread gets as big as the last one, this space will become a table of contents for your browsing ease. \o/