Drunken Lore

Setting: The rogue
Time: after 10pm

We were rudely asked to move our location.
They gave us some lame excuse.I responded that we weren't leaving.

They called their friends over.
Jesse and I ignored them.
we drank our beer.

More words were exchanged.
I made a phone call.

More of their friends arrived.
My friends arrived.

We went outside.
J. made them all his bitches.
no blows were thrown.

We went back inside.
I got drunk.
I saw some old friends.

ohh drunken lore how I have forsaken thee.

so last night I went to a party and then we left that party for another party that was just as much of a party as the last "party"

At this party I helped start a fire with a mop.
we used a log and some beer boxes and some dumbass threw in a chair.

Then a fo real dumbass threw in a bottle of hairspray.
then that dumbass kid got a chemical burn and had to be rushed to the hospital.

Now I was right next to the fire when it blew up but I was just our of range from getting burning hairspray on myself.

But the explosion caused some kind of paint to splash on my new nautica shirt that I bought for work.
now it may be ruined..and I only slept 2 hours.

peace hippies...