dogeye

WHOLLY MOTHER OF FUCK!!! that was one christ of a birthday.
the previous day was a total mess, but by midnight i was soaking in a hot tub with all my closest friends
then on my birthday i got to ride a mechanical bull, without having to brave the inbred hicks at Dukes. afterwitch the weather let up enough for a rockin ZooBomB, i even drifted my mini twice (once practically under Turbo on his tallbike ). i got some hilarious makeout action in one of those fold down bike shelters. then later i got the ABSOLUTE SHIT BEAT OUT OF ME, seriously my ass looks like the american flag,all red white and blue. the perfect rows of stud marks even look like litle white stars.now just taking my wallet out,makes me weak in the knees.but enough about my ass, i got all of the jewelry beaten out of my face, what little hair i had burned off of my body, and generally thrashed with in an inch of my tollerance, hell if i was given a safety word i probably would have used it (if i could manage to speak with my mouth being tied to a pole and all ) apparentlly someone told her i was a bottom, which for the record is generally NOT the case, hell i dont think i have ever been that cruel to someone....well not on porpose, but coincidentally enough, after the party at Embassy Suited, that someone i mentioned ended up with enough blood gushing out of the back of their head to fill the street gutters. this is what happens when make-outs go bad.
so i put my McGyver medical kit to use and take them home.
once the sun is good and up i head back to my place. but i go into my favorite exit loop alittle too hot, and end up spinning out, stalling, jump the curb nearly flipping up the enbankment. atleast all my tires held (this time ) i manage to get myself back on the road before the cops show up, and finnally make it home in one piece (more or less) and with three whole hours before i needed to be at work....needless to say, that didn't happen.