BRANDI AINT HERE URGHH
Funny comment by Brandi yesterday or the day before:
Me: Man you a/b retarded.
Brandi: Where's my machete??!
Daytona this Friday. Bout to be poppin off and crackalatin up in this beast!!!!
Let's take a look at last year's Daytona trip:
"Oh man, every muscle in my body is sore.
Daytona was a blast! We got there Fri afternoon (me, Rich, Ian, Scott, and Stevie)and went out to the beach/pool. At first we were kinda scoping out the area for the chicks, but they were far and few. After swimming for a couple of hours we went upstairs to play 99 (shot game) and start drinking. From 8:30-10:00 Ian and I both consumed over 20 shots of alcohol, Stevie had 3-4, and my cousin had about 6 (she got sick and was talking a bunch of shit about how she could drink us all under the table). In that sitting we killed a handle of Jim Bean, Bacardi, and Vodka. We went down and sang a little karaoke. Rich and Ian walked out to the pool on their cell phones so I drunken dialed Annie (oops) and talked to her for about an hour. I can't really say I remember the conversation.
I had this shot glass with me that Rich brought from Alaska and the different types of shots (how high they were) were different dogs. The top one is about 3 1/2 shots and it's called an Alaskan Sled Dog. L33T CR3W all dropped an ASD like it aint shiiiiit.
So I ended up passing out around 12:30 because I laid down.
The next day we woke up at 12 and went to the beach again and tossed the football a little. We started drinking daquiries again about 2:00 (bad choice). Then around 4:00 we decided we wanted to throw the football some more and these guys saw us and were with this wedding party and wanted to join in and get a game goin. We said that was cool, and at first they all looked smaller than me so that was cool. Then IT happened. Their star player walked up...
This guy was like 6'3 260 lbs of muscle. We all called him Mr. Clean because he was a roided out version of him. So every time we kicked off to them they handed it to Mr. Clean to try and get him to truck bitches. Unh-uh fuckers, not with Rich and Shaun on deck. He did get one run back because neither of us could get a good hit on him and Ian and Scott are too small, plus Scott is soft. Rich got about 5 tackles on him and I got 4. Everyone at the pool and a lot of people on the beach stopped and were watching us play. It was pretty cool. We won 5-4 somehow. Ian got the only interception of the game and I got a couple of fumble recoveries. They ended up being pretty cool guys, and I think it goes without saying that all 10 of us woke up sore this morning. It sux to move.
Last night we wanted to get drunk again but we only had a little vodka and a handle of bacardi. Rich and I took our ASD's (Ian did his the night before), and went down again for some karaoke. We sang "Baby Got Back, Bohemian Rhapsody, Sweet Home Alabama, Pretty Fly For a White Guy, and Friends In Low Places." It was fun. IAN MADE OUT WITH AN OLD CHICK!!! That was fucking hillarious!!! After that Rich and I hung out with these two girls for a lil while. Nothing happened though, I was just the wing man.
Today I must nurse my wounds. Maybe a little movie tonight or something to seal the weekend. I think one day I'm going to look back on this summer as the best of my life. :o)"
Me: Man you a/b retarded.
Brandi: Where's my machete??!
Daytona this Friday. Bout to be poppin off and crackalatin up in this beast!!!!
Let's take a look at last year's Daytona trip:
"Oh man, every muscle in my body is sore.
Daytona was a blast! We got there Fri afternoon (me, Rich, Ian, Scott, and Stevie)and went out to the beach/pool. At first we were kinda scoping out the area for the chicks, but they were far and few. After swimming for a couple of hours we went upstairs to play 99 (shot game) and start drinking. From 8:30-10:00 Ian and I both consumed over 20 shots of alcohol, Stevie had 3-4, and my cousin had about 6 (she got sick and was talking a bunch of shit about how she could drink us all under the table). In that sitting we killed a handle of Jim Bean, Bacardi, and Vodka. We went down and sang a little karaoke. Rich and Ian walked out to the pool on their cell phones so I drunken dialed Annie (oops) and talked to her for about an hour. I can't really say I remember the conversation.
I had this shot glass with me that Rich brought from Alaska and the different types of shots (how high they were) were different dogs. The top one is about 3 1/2 shots and it's called an Alaskan Sled Dog. L33T CR3W all dropped an ASD like it aint shiiiiit.
So I ended up passing out around 12:30 because I laid down.
The next day we woke up at 12 and went to the beach again and tossed the football a little. We started drinking daquiries again about 2:00 (bad choice). Then around 4:00 we decided we wanted to throw the football some more and these guys saw us and were with this wedding party and wanted to join in and get a game goin. We said that was cool, and at first they all looked smaller than me so that was cool. Then IT happened. Their star player walked up...
This guy was like 6'3 260 lbs of muscle. We all called him Mr. Clean because he was a roided out version of him. So every time we kicked off to them they handed it to Mr. Clean to try and get him to truck bitches. Unh-uh fuckers, not with Rich and Shaun on deck. He did get one run back because neither of us could get a good hit on him and Ian and Scott are too small, plus Scott is soft. Rich got about 5 tackles on him and I got 4. Everyone at the pool and a lot of people on the beach stopped and were watching us play. It was pretty cool. We won 5-4 somehow. Ian got the only interception of the game and I got a couple of fumble recoveries. They ended up being pretty cool guys, and I think it goes without saying that all 10 of us woke up sore this morning. It sux to move.
Last night we wanted to get drunk again but we only had a little vodka and a handle of bacardi. Rich and I took our ASD's (Ian did his the night before), and went down again for some karaoke. We sang "Baby Got Back, Bohemian Rhapsody, Sweet Home Alabama, Pretty Fly For a White Guy, and Friends In Low Places." It was fun. IAN MADE OUT WITH AN OLD CHICK!!! That was fucking hillarious!!! After that Rich and I hung out with these two girls for a lil while. Nothing happened though, I was just the wing man.
Today I must nurse my wounds. Maybe a little movie tonight or something to seal the weekend. I think one day I'm going to look back on this summer as the best of my life. :o)"