Man if I listed all the times I've partied way to hard it would fill every thread in this fucking forum up....
But here is one strory..
Back when I was about 15, me and two other of the guys that I played in a band with went to a party of a gang I was in at scholl called the Outlaws....well we always had keg parties and shit, so we went to this party and we had 6 kegs and over 200 people there....Well I'm running around with a half gallon of jack daniels in my hand and a beer in my other hand at all times..not to mention an ounce of dank bud on me...well hours later I am so fucking trashed, my band mates have to help me back to the car...
We get back to my drummers house and pull in the drive way and my drummers drive way kinda drops off about six inches at the edge of the concrete, so low and behold as soon as I get out of the car I'm already wobbly legged as it is, and I trip off the edge of the drive way and fall right into this big ass fucking rose bush...
I don't really remember much of it...and my band mates said they liked to never got me out of that thing either...
I wake up the next morning with cuts every fucking where on me and I'm like what in the fuck happened... I look over and my drummer and guitarist are standing there laughing like hell...They then proceded to tell me what I had done...lol I was fucking sore as hell for days....Ahhhh the memories...
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