Well I have no shame. As such here a sampling from my blog, and I hope that if you enjoy it you will visit my blog (or if you want to read part 2). The story is 100% true, all majors details are included (that I remember), only the names have been edited to their nicknames for anonymity sake.

Enjoy.

-Content edited for language-

The most glorious words were said today. “I want to get f****d up!”. Coming from some one else this may not seem like much, but coming from Glock 44 ½ it means a lot. You see, he is engaged, and that means he doesn't party like he used to. So we made it happen.

This isn't the important part, just some pretty meaningless back story. The evening started out with me dominating Sasquatch in some front yard washers. It was a nice night out, so we were all outside having a good time.( Ann, Glock 44 ½ , Sasquatch, Daisy, Tator, Barney, and some guy that came with Tator and Barney. ) Well some one decided (I think it was my idea) to play beer pong on the front porch. So we made it happen (by we I mean, not I). After awhile every one except for G44.5 , Sasquatch, and myself left. Well that's never a good idea. G44.5 has turned into a lightweight, Sasquatch doesn't know when to stop, and I just didn't care, so we continued to drink. Fast forward a couple of drinks, and I'm done playing washers, so I play G44.5 in some pong, and get my ass kicked. I did make a 4 cup come back, but I had to make 5 so I still lost. Sasquatch comes in and loses worse than I did. That made me happy. About this time my old roommates girlfriend came over and we talked her in to staying a little while and drink. We decide to play teams. While we are setting the game up, Sasquatch attempts to kill a moth in mid air. Well while trying to kill the moth he knocks over the table, spilling everything, cups going flying, water is everywhere, he even managed to knock our modem over which was on a stand next to the table. Just imagine a stampeding rhino in your living room and you will get a better picture of what the living room looked like (did I forget to mention we moved the table inside?). Well that just started the night.

After we cleaned up the mess, we played teams in pong for about a quarter of a game before Sasquatch called for a smoke break. It was granted. We are all waiting inside for Sasquatch to come back in, but he doesn't. I eventually head outside to see where he is, and he's at the neighbors. On the way over I notice that there is a taco bell cup on our porch, and for dramatic effect, I decide to pick it up then throw it in the street. (I believe I said something like “What the f**k are you doing b**ch?!” and he replied with something like “F**k you.” Good times). We talked to the neighbors for awhile and then were invited to play some pong at their house, but I needed a refill so I ran back to the house. Apparently they thought that meant I wanted them to come over to my house. Whatever. We were loud and obnoxious, and for some reason the neighbor was calling G44.5 Carlos Mencia. Well we woke the beast up, (read Ann) who was sleeping. So we had to be quiet. The neighbors left, and we kept drinking. Then G44.5 brought up something that happened in the past, and we finally cleared the air about it (I thought it was clear, but he didn't. Whatever we are good now).

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