Why did I lose time? Last thing I remember, I was hanging out near the dumpster with my friend Terry, Terry's plus-size cousin, Ultra Terry (Fondly referred to as "Kitchen Terry"), and my friend, Chico Papas, who happens to look like a dead mouse stuck in a glue trap... (He wasn't dead when we met)... We were drinking the concoction of assorted liquids that collect at the bottom of the FU:AD trashcans trying to catch a buzz. We weren't hurting nobody. Some doods in uniforms show up and try to cop an attitude... talkin'bout we were loitering and we can't stay here...
..Move along, he says... Nevermind that he's tresspassing on MY home disrespecting ME! Terry started getting mouthy (Napoleon Complex) and I ended up getting pushed into a pile of rubbish... FUCKING RUBBISH! UNBELIEVABLE! I wasn't going to stand for that....
... So, I picked up the pieces of my battered ego and found myself at "eesh Hyundai". Terry got the idea of crashing in one of the used cars on the lot... Kitchen came through with the SlimJim skillz... and we piled in the back of a '97 Tiburon... just to get off our feet.
I remember hearing the effeminate cooing of a male baby... I immediately began to sport wood... y'know... a chubby... I heard a familiar voice telling me to turn around... Then... BLACK...
Now, here I am... 25 minutes after FU-AD closed... and I am covered with dry semen... and blood...
Like I usually am...
I just don't remember semen smelling like gasoline... Maybe someone ate too much okra... (not gonna name any names, LOOOL!)
Who nose? Amirite? Maybe I'll make it next time...
Signatures are for fags
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 02/20/2011 06:36AM by Harry Tuttle.