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In don't know how to begin this crazy story.
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ok....
So Im at a friends house, a chick from abu-dabi, and she invites me to a party with some people from abu-dabi. sure I say, could be cool. SO we all pile in this cab, and her first friend is a fat dude with a huge fro. all he talks about is his crazy esctacy trips and drugs. hes kinda cracked. We are trying to get directions to this guy's house. they were 'On the corner of 20th and 25th, 2nd house in on the right, blue house, blue car in driveway, across from a park. SO we find the house, ring the bell, and it's totally the wrong house. What the fuck, it matched exactly. Across the road is another blue house and car. wrong house.
we were a block away, on 26th ave. no one seemed to notice.
So we eventually get to this house, and we go in. The hallway is all flowery and the walls are a flaming gay pink. Then in dances the guy who lives there. holy gay. basically he tries as hard as possible to look and act as gay as possible, and succeeds beyond all expectations. We'll call him gayrag.
I look at the people there...and they're all gay. Im at a gay party. woo-hoo. theres some girls there, so they must just be bi. There's this guy on shrooms and he offers me 4 grams for free. of course i accept, and we gobble them .......uhhh, im never using that word again.... down in Gayrag's dad's office. His dad died 2 weeks before...kinda creepy..
so yeah, i head into the kitchen and check out the scene. There's this chick who looks like a crackwhore, soo nasty, trying to kiss all the guys....and succeeding. she says to me 'what's that on your face?' 'what?' 'right here' as she leans in, and all of a sudden goes for the kiss, I pull away from that shit hard. So these 'guys' are 'dancing' in the living room...yeah, I don't need to see this... I head out to the back porch to get some silence. It was sweet. the mush kicked in and I was feelin great. I head in and what I saw will haunt my dreams forever.
That crackwhore had gotten hold of Gayrag's tiny shiatsu dog and was making out with it hardcore. Tongue kisses and shit. Then she started to rub the dog's clit and nasty shit. I just stared, unable to comprehend. the mush added a calm feeling to it all, made it seem almost normal.
Ok, anyways, she gets kicked out cause there's a lot of fighting over girlfriends and shit cause crackymcpuppyfucker was kissing all the guys.
I end up having awesome conversations with all the guys, and they're all really cool. Since everyone's on mush, except the girls i came with, I decide to hang around instead of going back in the cab.
Now it's 7 guys and one girl. We sat in the living room and took turns talking about crazy mush theories. I had some good ones that night.
I had my tape recorder that night, and took up 3 tapes of high talk.
it starts getting wierd, and I think the pink room is messing with all our heads and causing all sorts of insecurities and sexual tension. I was wearing giant wooden danish shoes and they ruled.
Fights start breaking out and everyone goes home. Im left with Gayrag. He says to me that when he saw me, he thought I might crash.....what the hell does that mean?
SO i think it's time to leave, and lucily the phone rings and the girls agree to pay for your cab ride back to campus. sweet.
when the cabbie gets there, I come running out with stuff dangling all over my arms (backpack, jacket, etc.) and I jump in the cab. I immediately jump into a story about how some chicks dad ran in on us fucking and pulled a shotgun on me and started sreaming he was gonna kill me. This was all for the cabbies benefit. My buddy plays along, and we keep making the story crazier and crazier, how he let his rotweiler on us and shit. good times
then i went to bed.
fuckin puppyfucker...
“Chaos often breeds life, when order breeds habit�
Activism without chaos? or Chaos without activism?
'The problem with today's youth is not that our fathers don't believe in us, but that we do not believe in our fathers.' - Me.
In don't know how to begin this crazy story.
...
ok....
So Im at a friends house, a chick from abu-dabi, and she invites me to a party with some people from abu-dabi. sure I say, could be cool. SO we all pile in this cab, and her first friend is a fat dude with a huge fro. all he talks about is his crazy esctacy trips and drugs. hes kinda cracked. We are trying to get directions to this guy's house. they were 'On the corner of 20th and 25th, 2nd house in on the right, blue house, blue car in driveway, across from a park. SO we find the house, ring the bell, and it's totally the wrong house. What the fuck, it matched exactly. Across the road is another blue house and car. wrong house.
we were a block away, on 26th ave. no one seemed to notice.
So we eventually get to this house, and we go in. The hallway is all flowery and the walls are a flaming gay pink. Then in dances the guy who lives there. holy gay. basically he tries as hard as possible to look and act as gay as possible, and succeeds beyond all expectations. We'll call him gayrag.
I look at the people there...and they're all gay. Im at a gay party. woo-hoo. theres some girls there, so they must just be bi. There's this guy on shrooms and he offers me 4 grams for free. of course i accept, and we gobble them .......uhhh, im never using that word again.... down in Gayrag's dad's office. His dad died 2 weeks before...kinda creepy..
so yeah, i head into the kitchen and check out the scene. There's this chick who looks like a crackwhore, soo nasty, trying to kiss all the guys....and succeeding. she says to me 'what's that on your face?' 'what?' 'right here' as she leans in, and all of a sudden goes for the kiss, I pull away from that shit hard. So these 'guys' are 'dancing' in the living room...yeah, I don't need to see this... I head out to the back porch to get some silence. It was sweet. the mush kicked in and I was feelin great. I head in and what I saw will haunt my dreams forever.
That crackwhore had gotten hold of Gayrag's tiny shiatsu dog and was making out with it hardcore. Tongue kisses and shit. Then she started to rub the dog's clit and nasty shit. I just stared, unable to comprehend. the mush added a calm feeling to it all, made it seem almost normal.
Ok, anyways, she gets kicked out cause there's a lot of fighting over girlfriends and shit cause crackymcpuppyfucker was kissing all the guys.
I end up having awesome conversations with all the guys, and they're all really cool. Since everyone's on mush, except the girls i came with, I decide to hang around instead of going back in the cab.
Now it's 7 guys and one girl. We sat in the living room and took turns talking about crazy mush theories. I had some good ones that night.
I had my tape recorder that night, and took up 3 tapes of high talk.
it starts getting wierd, and I think the pink room is messing with all our heads and causing all sorts of insecurities and sexual tension. I was wearing giant wooden danish shoes and they ruled.
Fights start breaking out and everyone goes home. Im left with Gayrag. He says to me that when he saw me, he thought I might crash.....what the hell does that mean?
SO i think it's time to leave, and lucily the phone rings and the girls agree to pay for your cab ride back to campus. sweet.
when the cabbie gets there, I come running out with stuff dangling all over my arms (backpack, jacket, etc.) and I jump in the cab. I immediately jump into a story about how some chicks dad ran in on us fucking and pulled a shotgun on me and started sreaming he was gonna kill me. This was all for the cabbies benefit. My buddy plays along, and we keep making the story crazier and crazier, how he let his rotweiler on us and shit. good times
then i went to bed.
fuckin puppyfucker...
“Chaos often breeds life, when order breeds habit�
Activism without chaos? or Chaos without activism?
'The problem with today's youth is not that our fathers don't believe in us, but that we do not believe in our fathers.' - Me.
