I remember the first time we got wasted on Jager-bombs and whip-its. It was years ago. We were in downtown Memphis and I decided it was a good idea to re-create Jeff Buckley's death by getting in the Mississippi River, but only as a tribute, although I did wind up getting pulled under by the same damn currents. As the paramedics pulled me up and brought me back to life, I remember laughing at how funny it would be to poop on the stairs where Brian worked (there was no bright light, just that vision)...and oh boy am I glad we were able to eventually pull it off tonight...He had no idea! SHITTY BURN!!!
i remember in high school, i would come into your art class and you would strip down completly naked and fall into complete awe over me. i would, of course, leave awkwardly each time and you would be violated by mrs. weinrich and her pointy bell fairy shoes. but after a while, i think you stopped doing it to try and suduce me, you did it simply because you knew you would get her shoe bells stuck up your coochie.
Remember when we were arrested for dressing up like 2 gigantic cocks and marching through the town square? Man, I've never seen so much jello in my life.
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i still can't get the nightmares out of my head. where did you come up with so much whipped cream?
i mean...damn
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