So, I go to a halloween party last night and nearly get beaten by an unruly mob.
First I watched the world series, which the Yankees lost, heh, and downed a bottle of vodka straight. I was dressed as Elwood Blues, and everyone kept saying, oh, nice costume, Men in Black? No no wait, your an agent. No, a reservoir dog. Motherfuckers had seen Reservoir Dogs but not the Blues Brothers. As the night goes on I go to the basement with my ex to get some action. Her bed is sorrounded by sheets and shit so you can't see in, but there is 30+ people surrounding it as well. As we get into it some asshole keeps sticking his head into the sheets. I tell him to get the fuck out. The ex says, "That's Joe, he's crazy, don't mess with him." "Fuck Joe." I say, I sit up and say "Come here Joe." He leans over and I grab his beer and throw it across the room, hitting another large man. "Fetch asshole." Then Joe proceeds to punch me in the face. Poeple rush over and pull him off. I'm laughing at him as they drag him upstairs, where he is yelling and throwing shit saying, "I'm gonna kill that motherfucker!" My friend Allen is up there too. "You mess with him pal, and I'm all over you." "Then we'll be all over you." Says all the other large men in attendance. "So I'll be fighting 20 dudes...so be it." But it never happens, they make Joe go home but the ex is no longer in the mood. "Why do you have to be such an asshole?" She says, but if you ask me he just needed some manners. Anyway, Allen passes out under the ping-pong table, and I go to bed with chapstick rolled up in my hand like a fistpack. Later today she calls me and says that the girl dressed up like cat-girl says I pushed her down in the basement and I tried to pick a fight with some other big goon. I don't remember that shit. Why, because it didn't happen. Well, atleast I never pushed cat-girl. Oh, shit, well, I'm off to work. See-ya!
First I watched the world series, which the Yankees lost, heh, and downed a bottle of vodka straight. I was dressed as Elwood Blues, and everyone kept saying, oh, nice costume, Men in Black? No no wait, your an agent. No, a reservoir dog. Motherfuckers had seen Reservoir Dogs but not the Blues Brothers. As the night goes on I go to the basement with my ex to get some action. Her bed is sorrounded by sheets and shit so you can't see in, but there is 30+ people surrounding it as well. As we get into it some asshole keeps sticking his head into the sheets. I tell him to get the fuck out. The ex says, "That's Joe, he's crazy, don't mess with him." "Fuck Joe." I say, I sit up and say "Come here Joe." He leans over and I grab his beer and throw it across the room, hitting another large man. "Fetch asshole." Then Joe proceeds to punch me in the face. Poeple rush over and pull him off. I'm laughing at him as they drag him upstairs, where he is yelling and throwing shit saying, "I'm gonna kill that motherfucker!" My friend Allen is up there too. "You mess with him pal, and I'm all over you." "Then we'll be all over you." Says all the other large men in attendance. "So I'll be fighting 20 dudes...so be it." But it never happens, they make Joe go home but the ex is no longer in the mood. "Why do you have to be such an asshole?" She says, but if you ask me he just needed some manners. Anyway, Allen passes out under the ping-pong table, and I go to bed with chapstick rolled up in my hand like a fistpack. Later today she calls me and says that the girl dressed up like cat-girl says I pushed her down in the basement and I tried to pick a fight with some other big goon. I don't remember that shit. Why, because it didn't happen. Well, atleast I never pushed cat-girl. Oh, shit, well, I'm off to work. See-ya!
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