Everyone needs to read deckwreck's journal, I browned out around 11:30, and we left at 2, so things are a bit hazy.
What I do remember:
I went into drunken monologue mode three times. The first I walk into a room, and just stand there for a second, letting everyone bask in my drunken glory, when I start talking about how hard it is for me to walk into a room, I always get stuck at the door. People are starring at me, wondering how I will next entertain them. Thats a lot of presure.
Second monologue went something like this: I fucking hate bitches that wear shirts that have writing on them, then get pissed when I stare at their chests while I'm reading it. No, I'm not starring at your fucking tits, I'm trying to read your goddamned shirt. Please notice my squinting eyes as I try to read that tiny ass font on your shirt. Its not like I walk up to your chest and bury my face in your bosom, I just wanted to know what your fucking shirt said goddamnit. (Later on, I admitted that I was starring at her tits, and they were very pretty, and I would like to touch them. I crack myself up.)
The third time was when I was out on the porch, explaining how older people (read: people of legal drinking age) fucking suck and can't party for shit.
Making fun of the DJ. I walk up to him and go, "Wow, I was wondering when Kevin and Ronnie started to suck so fucking bad. You have no idea how relieved I was when I realized it wasn't them." Later on, I come out of Nessa's room (where the party has kinda migrated to) and go, "You know why everyone is in Vanessa's room? Because you're out here, and you fucking suck." He walks into the kitchen and I say, "Thank fucking god, I was wondering when someone would finally have the good sense to kick you the fuck off the tables." I'm awesome.
I vaguely remember dumping a cup of beer on my head.. why... uhh.. seemed like the right thing to do at the time.
I asked some girl with this fucking awesome Jesus back peice to show me her tits.. like 4 times.. because I saw her lift up her shirt earlier to show off her tattoo (she was keeping her tits covered while doing this). At some point, I yelled, show me your tits bitch!
At one point I tried to do a keg stand by myself, I fell in the tub.
I found out why I kicked this girl at a party a couple months ago (She is really hot and the only person who has ever out drunken-shit-talked me, she lied a lot, so it really doesn't count) Apparently she kicked me first, after I told her I would kick her back ten times harder. When I a girl hits a guy.. its all cute and shit.. when a guy hits a bitch, its domestic abuse. Fucking double standards.
And the rest of the night.. well.. who knows?
P.S. I don't remember waking up this morning.. like at all. Also, apparently after I got back to the apartment.. I kept demanding to be taken home. Sometimes I amaze even myself.
What I do remember:
I went into drunken monologue mode three times. The first I walk into a room, and just stand there for a second, letting everyone bask in my drunken glory, when I start talking about how hard it is for me to walk into a room, I always get stuck at the door. People are starring at me, wondering how I will next entertain them. Thats a lot of presure.
Second monologue went something like this: I fucking hate bitches that wear shirts that have writing on them, then get pissed when I stare at their chests while I'm reading it. No, I'm not starring at your fucking tits, I'm trying to read your goddamned shirt. Please notice my squinting eyes as I try to read that tiny ass font on your shirt. Its not like I walk up to your chest and bury my face in your bosom, I just wanted to know what your fucking shirt said goddamnit. (Later on, I admitted that I was starring at her tits, and they were very pretty, and I would like to touch them. I crack myself up.)
The third time was when I was out on the porch, explaining how older people (read: people of legal drinking age) fucking suck and can't party for shit.
Making fun of the DJ. I walk up to him and go, "Wow, I was wondering when Kevin and Ronnie started to suck so fucking bad. You have no idea how relieved I was when I realized it wasn't them." Later on, I come out of Nessa's room (where the party has kinda migrated to) and go, "You know why everyone is in Vanessa's room? Because you're out here, and you fucking suck." He walks into the kitchen and I say, "Thank fucking god, I was wondering when someone would finally have the good sense to kick you the fuck off the tables." I'm awesome.
I vaguely remember dumping a cup of beer on my head.. why... uhh.. seemed like the right thing to do at the time.
I asked some girl with this fucking awesome Jesus back peice to show me her tits.. like 4 times.. because I saw her lift up her shirt earlier to show off her tattoo (she was keeping her tits covered while doing this). At some point, I yelled, show me your tits bitch!
At one point I tried to do a keg stand by myself, I fell in the tub.
I found out why I kicked this girl at a party a couple months ago (She is really hot and the only person who has ever out drunken-shit-talked me, she lied a lot, so it really doesn't count) Apparently she kicked me first, after I told her I would kick her back ten times harder. When I a girl hits a guy.. its all cute and shit.. when a guy hits a bitch, its domestic abuse. Fucking double standards.
And the rest of the night.. well.. who knows?
P.S. I don't remember waking up this morning.. like at all. Also, apparently after I got back to the apartment.. I kept demanding to be taken home. Sometimes I amaze even myself.
deckwreck:
Dude, that keg stand by yourself shit is fucking hilarious.