11-23-2003, 12:18 AM
Real Life Situation Story; Ice Cream and BMXes:
Alright, so I'm there chilling at my long haired friend Dany's house who lives in an offshoot town of my city Val d'Or. A 20 kilometer trek back to Val d'Or, Dany suggested we go smoke knife in the garage before we leave so the trip seems less long.
So we smoke, come back it the house, and Dany wants ice cream.
So-ho we make ourselves some ice cream cones and jet off on our BMXes high as a kite.
2 kilometers later I murmur "Where's my ice cream?"
Dany turned his head to me; "Huh?"
"Dude! I lost my ice cream!"
My hand was all gooey with melted ice cream and even the cone had disappeared.
5 kilometers later...
"Dany, did you put the ice cream away?"
"No... did you?"
"No..."
"..."
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
By morning the ice cream had become a milk shake
True Life Story; Beer, Weed and Dog Biscuits:
Dateline; Dany's birthday
A wild and crazy party, most of us were drunk by six oh clock ('Cause Canadian beer is fucking poison for Americans), and by eleven oh clock I went fucking nuts.
Having bravely down my tenth and final beer of the night, 4 glasses of Bailey's Irish cream, the remains of a bottle of cognac and heroicly toked 3 joints; I was feeling pretty good about myself.
So-ho we went to the garage where some of his friends were smoking knife. There was his dog; a dirty oily mutt, and there was a opened box of 2 year old dog treats.
I waved one in front of the dog...
"Eat it! Eat it stupid! Fuckining dog!"
I paused and looked around
"Like this!"
I bit into the biscuit and started eating it
Dry and stale, I had enough and spit it out.
Bleh, it left crumbs that clung to the inside of my mouth that I spent the rest of the night trying to remove
If you don't lke those stories, well, you suck, man.
Alright, so I'm there chilling at my long haired friend Dany's house who lives in an offshoot town of my city Val d'Or. A 20 kilometer trek back to Val d'Or, Dany suggested we go smoke knife in the garage before we leave so the trip seems less long.
So we smoke, come back it the house, and Dany wants ice cream.
So-ho we make ourselves some ice cream cones and jet off on our BMXes high as a kite.
2 kilometers later I murmur "Where's my ice cream?"
Dany turned his head to me; "Huh?"
"Dude! I lost my ice cream!"
My hand was all gooey with melted ice cream and even the cone had disappeared.
5 kilometers later...
"Dany, did you put the ice cream away?"
"No... did you?"
"No..."
"..."
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
By morning the ice cream had become a milk shake
True Life Story; Beer, Weed and Dog Biscuits:
Dateline; Dany's birthday
A wild and crazy party, most of us were drunk by six oh clock ('Cause Canadian beer is fucking poison for Americans), and by eleven oh clock I went fucking nuts.
Having bravely down my tenth and final beer of the night, 4 glasses of Bailey's Irish cream, the remains of a bottle of cognac and heroicly toked 3 joints; I was feeling pretty good about myself.
So-ho we went to the garage where some of his friends were smoking knife. There was his dog; a dirty oily mutt, and there was a opened box of 2 year old dog treats.
I waved one in front of the dog...
"Eat it! Eat it stupid! Fuckining dog!"
I paused and looked around
"Like this!"
I bit into the biscuit and started eating it
Dry and stale, I had enough and spit it out.
Bleh, it left crumbs that clung to the inside of my mouth that I spent the rest of the night trying to remove
If you don't lke those stories, well, you suck, man.