I am back in Hawaii for now.... I fired up the ole dual Pentium III 600 dual booting linux and windows 2k. I found some writings i did back in the day. Maybe you guys might like them... I must worn you the grammar is worthless the story is moderately entertaining, if you can get past my awful grammatical errors. I'm a engineer not a writer!
This was done while i was a jr. in high school summer-- such a long time ago...
I am not a racist person in anyway, I was a naive boy, probably still naive and i am still a boy.
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Seriously. Yesterday, was pretty random a wild adventure. You can't have "random wild adventures" with out intoxicating beverages, so with that said we drank whisky and vodka and my favorite Beers/wine. We started off with a normal Drink of a Pale ale at my house then we started off on our way to Eric's house. I ended up getting drunk... I wanted to. I don't know why? I guess it was one of those nights that you feel like losing your self. It's an actually quite a funny, story basically here is what we did [Eric and I] got kicked out of two clubs and got chased by cops. Yum. It was delicious. Anyway the first club we went to and I feel so stupid for actually
saying it's a club. We went to this place for outcasts called "The Dungeon"-- Don't get me wrong or anything it was cool, just because we hopped over the wall to get in to the place. Hmm. Eric went to the club owner after I had just asked his friend for a shot of his tequila [I think his name was josh] and Eric said "You know we got in here for free" the owner said "you did, how?" Eric said "we just jumped over that fucking wall" Holy shit! It was so funny...and all I wanted was that guys Tequila.... We would have walked out of that place normally... But I feel proud that we made a scene. We made it even funnier because we said "Ahhahhah You guys actually paid for this!" It was too good... A classic if you will. Anyway ,after that we drove around trying to look for my other friend; we ended up finding him going to another club. In the back of my subconscious driven mind, I was thinking how stupid this whole club shit is. Well the Goth club was totally dumb, I would take a Keg party over that, who wouldn't? Now still sitting in Chris' Ford ranger I was thinking how much more primitive the other clubs are. I like to call these clubs Monkey clubs, not only are they ran by monkeys and have monkey influences, they also do this dance I like to call the A.A.M.R. [Ancient African Mating Ritual]. Yes folks, Booty dancing --I lose five brain cells just for typing the word booty. Anyway we got kicked out of there before we even entered! Incredible isn't it? I paid my ten dollars [no we didn't sneak in to this one]. The two girls that were working the register seemed like they had just bleed out of their asses and they were out for more blood. Mine. God damn vampires. [That would make that night more interesting if they were vampires, sexy, sexy, Goth vampires] Anyway, I gave them my money then Joel says "wait we can't get in Eric has army pants on, they won't let him in". Then I kindly said to one of the monthly ass bleeders "Could I have my money back?" like any normal human being would. She told me No. So I was upset because I had just given her the money. Then I asked her about two more times. Finally the other cunt said "Just give it to him it's only ten dollars" So she did she gave me my money back, that made me a happy camper. As I looked at my money, she said it again but it seemed as though she had something so revolting growing out her cute rear end. Perhaps it was a twenty foot dookie monsters you see in a horror movie or it could have been her unborn child coming out of her ass. [I wouldn't be surprised after all it would match her personality]. As you can tell I wanted to kick her in the cunt and wear her as a snow shoe. I can't believe how those words made me so agitated. I turned around and threw the money in her pretty face and I told her "You can keep the god damn money it is only ten dollars" of course she didn't want the money. Then a hefty Silverback Gorilla in a yellow shirt grunted "Hayee pic dose moneys up." As if this Neanderthal was going to make me pick up money for Christ sake. Without even trying for the second time that night we had conjured up this huge fucking scene. We got back and just bitched about everything wrong with that place. The whole clubbing scene was making me upset. More upset then anything so right when we got to the Waikiki strip I went "mad" [as in crazy and mad... heh that's my little joke, I'm so clever]. I threw a trash can down and started tossing and kicking those road blockers with the no parking signs on it. Well they ended up all over the fucking middle of the road, the trash was spread every witch way. then I saw a fucking pig. God I hate pigs I hate pigs more then I hate hippies or that fat bitch on E!. [Okay, focus Paul back to the story] He started oinking "Hey! Hey!" so I bolted out of there, went in to one of the many hotels lining the streets, and then got chased again. Luckily I escaped; the whole ordeal seemed more like something you'd see in one of those Covert Opts. movies. To sum it up the night basically sucked. It makes me disgruntled to know that we could have gone to a fucking kick ass party at Allen Davis with a surplus of three kegs, instead. I heard there was Blunts, 40's and Booty.... damnit I keep on losing brain ccelslss.. !
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This was done while i was a jr. in high school summer-- such a long time ago...
I am not a racist person in anyway, I was a naive boy, probably still naive and i am still a boy.
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Seriously. Yesterday, was pretty random a wild adventure. You can't have "random wild adventures" with out intoxicating beverages, so with that said we drank whisky and vodka and my favorite Beers/wine. We started off with a normal Drink of a Pale ale at my house then we started off on our way to Eric's house. I ended up getting drunk... I wanted to. I don't know why? I guess it was one of those nights that you feel like losing your self. It's an actually quite a funny, story basically here is what we did [Eric and I] got kicked out of two clubs and got chased by cops. Yum. It was delicious. Anyway the first club we went to and I feel so stupid for actually
saying it's a club. We went to this place for outcasts called "The Dungeon"-- Don't get me wrong or anything it was cool, just because we hopped over the wall to get in to the place. Hmm. Eric went to the club owner after I had just asked his friend for a shot of his tequila [I think his name was josh] and Eric said "You know we got in here for free" the owner said "you did, how?" Eric said "we just jumped over that fucking wall" Holy shit! It was so funny...and all I wanted was that guys Tequila.... We would have walked out of that place normally... But I feel proud that we made a scene. We made it even funnier because we said "Ahhahhah You guys actually paid for this!" It was too good... A classic if you will. Anyway ,after that we drove around trying to look for my other friend; we ended up finding him going to another club. In the back of my subconscious driven mind, I was thinking how stupid this whole club shit is. Well the Goth club was totally dumb, I would take a Keg party over that, who wouldn't? Now still sitting in Chris' Ford ranger I was thinking how much more primitive the other clubs are. I like to call these clubs Monkey clubs, not only are they ran by monkeys and have monkey influences, they also do this dance I like to call the A.A.M.R. [Ancient African Mating Ritual]. Yes folks, Booty dancing --I lose five brain cells just for typing the word booty. Anyway we got kicked out of there before we even entered! Incredible isn't it? I paid my ten dollars [no we didn't sneak in to this one]. The two girls that were working the register seemed like they had just bleed out of their asses and they were out for more blood. Mine. God damn vampires. [That would make that night more interesting if they were vampires, sexy, sexy, Goth vampires] Anyway, I gave them my money then Joel says "wait we can't get in Eric has army pants on, they won't let him in". Then I kindly said to one of the monthly ass bleeders "Could I have my money back?" like any normal human being would. She told me No. So I was upset because I had just given her the money. Then I asked her about two more times. Finally the other cunt said "Just give it to him it's only ten dollars" So she did she gave me my money back, that made me a happy camper. As I looked at my money, she said it again but it seemed as though she had something so revolting growing out her cute rear end. Perhaps it was a twenty foot dookie monsters you see in a horror movie or it could have been her unborn child coming out of her ass. [I wouldn't be surprised after all it would match her personality]. As you can tell I wanted to kick her in the cunt and wear her as a snow shoe. I can't believe how those words made me so agitated. I turned around and threw the money in her pretty face and I told her "You can keep the god damn money it is only ten dollars" of course she didn't want the money. Then a hefty Silverback Gorilla in a yellow shirt grunted "Hayee pic dose moneys up." As if this Neanderthal was going to make me pick up money for Christ sake. Without even trying for the second time that night we had conjured up this huge fucking scene. We got back and just bitched about everything wrong with that place. The whole clubbing scene was making me upset. More upset then anything so right when we got to the Waikiki strip I went "mad" [as in crazy and mad... heh that's my little joke, I'm so clever]. I threw a trash can down and started tossing and kicking those road blockers with the no parking signs on it. Well they ended up all over the fucking middle of the road, the trash was spread every witch way. then I saw a fucking pig. God I hate pigs I hate pigs more then I hate hippies or that fat bitch on E!. [Okay, focus Paul back to the story] He started oinking "Hey! Hey!" so I bolted out of there, went in to one of the many hotels lining the streets, and then got chased again. Luckily I escaped; the whole ordeal seemed more like something you'd see in one of those Covert Opts. movies. To sum it up the night basically sucked. It makes me disgruntled to know that we could have gone to a fucking kick ass party at Allen Davis with a surplus of three kegs, instead. I heard there was Blunts, 40's and Booty.... damnit I keep on losing brain ccelslss.. !
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