sunday night around dusk circa summer 1998. decided that yukon jack's Perma Frost would probably be perfect with Gatorade's Permafrost. Result: inconclusive. story ends badly with with me, Casey, face down in a gravel drive cleaning my rims with a napkin. when i was down there im pretty sure i puked.
josh drove me home. got me to the door. propped me up. took out my keys and unlocked the door. his exact words were. ''Dude! Dude! Get ready! You're gonna go in there and close the door. go right up the steps and right in your room' and pass out. OK Go!''.. [screeching tires]
needless to say i was dressed and ready for school the next day before i even got out of bed:)
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
