Thanks Mike for this Great PM ILMAO

I like your website. I like to drink too. I was at a house party and I had been drinking beer all nite and then sumone handed me a bottle of vodka and I downed it and then I put my fist thru a window and then I ripped a 6 foot by 9 foot hole in the wall and then I passed out, next thing i knew a 70 year old woman woke me up and asked me what happened.

I said that me and some people were dancing and we fell into the wall and broke it. She didn't buy it for a second. She said,"This house isn't going to get any donuts this week".

Then this short stoner lookin guy tells me he is really disapointed in me. Turns out the house was owned by a company and they let their employees live there for 30 bucks a month and that in return they just had to follow some rules. Apparently vandalyzing the house was not permitted.

It all came back to me - I met these people at the bar the nite before and they had envited me to an after hours party and this is how it all went down. I appologized profusely and much to my surprise was told that there was another party the next night. I went to bed and woke up at 6 pm and I downed a bottle of orange juice and ate 2 aspirin and got back into the game. Rather than get fucked up I decided that my mission for that nite was to try and get laid.

Much to my elation a bunch of chicks showed up and I was scoping out which ones to hit on and then this 55 year old guy in dirty white hanes underwear showed up. I asked who he was and was told that he was the stripper they hired for the bachelorette party.

I ended up getting laid but I was too drunk to really enjoy it. The next morning I was sicker than fuck and I went home. I started drinking again and my part time gf shows up and starts nagging me all to hell, so I get in my car and she is riding shotgun. I go to a parking lot and I park so that the passenger side of my car is 6 inches away from the drivers side of a big truck. She cannot open her door, I start screaming and yelling the meanest, and cruelest things I can say to her that i can think of. She panics and climbs over the passenger seat and into the back seat and then scampers out the rear door of the drivers side. I laugh.

I go home again and I get the worst fucking anxiety attack of my life. I can't mellow out I am going nuts and I couldn't get any pot to calm down. I show up at my gf's work - she is so mad she won't even look at me. I walk up to her and I yell out as loud as I can, "CAN I TAKE A SHIT ON YOUR HEAD???" Her boss starts laughing. She is so mad she is about to cry. I go home again.

I don't know what to do.

stupid

HE HATE ME wrote:

stupid

Your a douche

HE HATE ME wrote:

stupid

WE HATE HE, What's stupid about it?

Re: Thanks Mike for yet another stupid fuckin lie from you

Eagle Struck wrote:

I like your website. I like to drink too. I was at a house party and I had been drinking beer all nite and then sumone handed me a bottle of vodka and I downed it and then I put my fist thru a window and then I ripped a 6 foot by 9 foot hole in the wall and then I passed out, next thing i knew a 70 year old woman woke me up and asked me what happened. I said that me and some people were dancing and we fell into the wall and broke it. She didn't buy it for a second. She said,"This house isn't going to get any donuts this week". Then this short stoner lookin guy tells me he is really disapointed in me. Turns out the house was owned by a company and they let their employees live there for 30 bucks a month and that in return they just had to follow some rules. Apparently vandalyzing the house was not permitted. It all came back to me - I met these people at the bar the nite before and they had envited me to an after hours party and this is how it all went down. I appologized profusely and much to my surprise was told that there was another party the next night. I went to bed and woke up at 6 pm and I downed a bottle of orange juice and ate 2 aspirin and got back into the game. Rather than get fucked up I decided that my mission for that nite was to try and get laid. Much to my elation a bunch of chicks showed up and I was scoping out which ones to hit on and then this 55 year old guy in dirty white hanes underwear showed up. I asked who he was and was told that he was the stripper they hired for the bachelorette party. I ended up getting laid but I was too drunk to really enjoy it. The next morning I was sicker than fuck and I went home. I started drinking again and my part time gf shows up and starts nagging me all to hell, so I get in my car and she is riding shotgun. I go to a parking lot and I park so that the passenger side of my car is 6 inches away from the drivers side of a big truck. She cannot open her door, I start screaming and yelling the meanest, and cruelest things I can say to her that i can think of. She panics and climbs over the passenger seat and into the back seat and then scampers out the rear door of the drivers side. I laugh. I go home again and I get the worst fucking anxiety attack of my life. I can't mellow out I am going nuts and I couldn't get any pot to calm down. I show up at my gf's work - she is so mad she won't even look at me. I walk up to her and I yell out as loud as I can, "CAN I TAKE A SHIT ON YOUR HEAD???" Her boss starts laughing. She is so mad she is about to cry. I go home again. I don't know what to do.

and this one time at Band Camp.....

I'm just curious to know what his cousin was doing during all of this...

5forfighting wrote:

I'm just curious to know what his cousin was doing during all of this...

He was with his dipshit girlfriend.

Wow poor donkey.

been more interesting to read what the cousin was doing