Beat by the ugly stick!
Its been a while since a post so here goes some shit... I got beat by the ugly stick of life the other night, so heres the sequence of events. disclamer - i was beyond drunk when this happened, so your guess is as good as mine as to why
i would do this.
the night started out good, it was dudes birthday and dan rogers bachalor party, i ended up passing out on the couch only to have...
heath, bob and some of their friends come wake me up. so we woke up nick.
then it turned into....
hey bros shave my eyebrows that would be sick! which turned into...
"give me the larry david" which didnt really come out like the larry david, and more came out as the frankenstein. i guess after that i was thinking which way could i look more sketchy, and what else comes to mind besides blackeyes? one heath fist later it was....
nose sideways, life fully fucked. everyone was freaking out and decided the next decision was to be going to the......
hosspiiitallll which turned into me making an ass out of myself there, the people in the waiting room heard the people talking to the cops about me saying "hes a real piece of work, you've got your hands full..." and some other stuff. but i dont know, i go tomorrow to get the nose fully fixed... i guess to at the hospital nobody could figure out who i was because nobody knew my real name and i wasnt giving it up. they asked me for my social security and i gave them the "562 900..." and just gave the telephone number. but anyways, thats it, i quit drinking while i'm winning, i'm retired. I'll see you once i get back from my spiritual journey. -BOOSH
i would do this.
the night started out good, it was dudes birthday and dan rogers bachalor party, i ended up passing out on the couch only to have...
heath, bob and some of their friends come wake me up. so we woke up nick.
then it turned into....
hey bros shave my eyebrows that would be sick! which turned into...
"give me the larry david" which didnt really come out like the larry david, and more came out as the frankenstein. i guess after that i was thinking which way could i look more sketchy, and what else comes to mind besides blackeyes? one heath fist later it was....
nose sideways, life fully fucked. everyone was freaking out and decided the next decision was to be going to the......
hosspiiitallll which turned into me making an ass out of myself there, the people in the waiting room heard the people talking to the cops about me saying "hes a real piece of work, you've got your hands full..." and some other stuff. but i dont know, i go tomorrow to get the nose fully fixed... i guess to at the hospital nobody could figure out who i was because nobody knew my real name and i wasnt giving it up. they asked me for my social security and i gave them the "562 900..." and just gave the telephone number. but anyways, thats it, i quit drinking while i'm winning, i'm retired. I'll see you once i get back from my spiritual journey. -BOOSH
