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OA mothafuckas. so after a lovely afternoon with a lovely lady, apo'c, i jumped to tall pines to rendezvous with my boys for a night following a long hard, stressful week of school........code, it was time to get shitty. so i drive in with 60 beers, hand thirty to maxwell cohen finn, and keep 30 myself, for i was going to sell them. WEC5 didnt stay mad for long that i was a half an hour late, for the alcohol as my doing. so i hop into maxwells jeep only to see the owner sitting in the passenger seat and the possessive bastard milky sitting in the drivers seat. it was 755 and max was already too fucked up to drive. this was due to fishbowling his car earlier in the night with the junior and sophomore contingencies of omegAlpha.....way to go buster. so i hopped in the shuttle, handing away my three remaining slices of delicious sudbury pizza...one to max because its not that hes always hungry, but hes never not hungry....and two to my future snuggle bunny mike tzovaras who was waiting behind so he and billy could navigate together successfully on foot because the shuttle couldnt be pparked near the sand pits, because we didnt wanna be smellin any bacon when we were cookin hamburgers if you get my drift(which actually was over a napalm fire because im pretty sure tzovaras stole some vietnam vets pack, because it was all rambo, and he had napalm, like in vietnam)so the night proggressed, and our abilities to pass a sobriety test went down, the 60 of my beers and the ten or so of alex atkins was nothing compared to what was probably a collective ounce of marijuana. so we were well into the "collectively fucked" category by 930, and there was more to come......and by that i mean hamburgers and smores. he ate and ate and ate until our little hearts said "no more!".....but me and max were still hungry when everyone else was to the point of throwing up including blake who DID throw up after eating a whole tube of toll house cookie dough. so there we were....sitting around a fire....1030 pm.....singing JJ and songs about throwing up....it was so early but we had started so early we seemed to have exhausted our options. right? WRONG! lets run to store 24 for some munchies! so max and i departed to take jonathan rushfirth(sophomore contingency) home, because he had to work at aubochoun hardware in maynard in the morn....we droipped jonathan and ran to store 24 at midnight. we ran in, ran out, i wasnt even thinking about what i was gonna get, all i knew is that it had to be food. i think i ended up with a coffee, something that resembled either cookies or chips, and 2 store 24 sandwiches....worst decision of my life....easily. i bit into the first sandwich and it was so disgusting that i almost gagged to death in the parking lot, then max asked for it, and effortlessly ate about half...gross. then i bit into the second thinking, theres no way it can be nearly as bad
so i took a sniff, and i sware someone had farted on it, not even max was willing to tangle with the second sandwich after he smelled it. out the window it went, the coffee was really good though, i forget what the other thing even was, i remember i had it though. so me and max are driving back to the sand pits when he receives his FOURTH call from billy since we left, he decides that this time, he'll pick up. so when max picks up, we're parking at the shuttle praking spot, a fifteen minute hike to the spot. i get out of the car and what do i hear but max..."Bill whats up.....ya we're here.....what? Fuck!......is he okay? FUCK!!!!...wimbs get in the car.....wimbs get in the car(hangs up phone)" after cohens and milkys convo has concluded max explains to me that a circumstance has arisen and the cops are coming right now......we got out of there and driving at 12:15, blake tells us that he drove by at 12:20, and the cops were at the scene. so as planned on the phone, we retreated to the parking lot and i decided that i didnt want to sleep in a parking lot so i went home, but the house decided it didnt want to let me in, so i went back. at this point it was 1 am......and then i slept with mike tzovaras, but trust me, no homo had been called, dont worry.
so i took a sniff, and i sware someone had farted on it, not even max was willing to tangle with the second sandwich after he smelled it. out the window it went, the coffee was really good though, i forget what the other thing even was, i remember i had it though. so me and max are driving back to the sand pits when he receives his FOURTH call from billy since we left, he decides that this time, he'll pick up. so when max picks up, we're parking at the shuttle praking spot, a fifteen minute hike to the spot. i get out of the car and what do i hear but max..."Bill whats up.....ya we're here.....what? Fuck!......is he okay? FUCK!!!!...wimbs get in the car.....wimbs get in the car(hangs up phone)" after cohens and milkys convo has concluded max explains to me that a circumstance has arisen and the cops are coming right now......we got out of there and driving at 12:15, blake tells us that he drove by at 12:20, and the cops were at the scene. so as planned on the phone, we retreated to the parking lot and i decided that i didnt want to sleep in a parking lot so i went home, but the house decided it didnt want to let me in, so i went back. at this point it was 1 am......and then i slept with mike tzovaras, but trust me, no homo had been called, dont worry.