Halloween Party, Jungle Juice, a Fight, Spray & More Spr
Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2003 5:22 am
So, after a long night of working at the climbing gym me, my boss Wes, and my girl Christie go to this excellent Halloween Party. It was off the freakin hook. More like a highschool reunion for me and Christie. Wes didn't even know but a handfull of people and he said it was the best party he has been to in years. Hell yeh, it was for me too! Everybody had stellar costumes... I was a trad climbing, Christie was a hippie, and Wes was a drunkin Indian.
We where over there drinking some of that jungle juice stuff... with the Everclear and Vodka, very fruity. This was all after we floated the 2 kegs. Then some big ole African American comes over and starts some shit with me. I didn't even know why? He's all like "I'm 6'4" and huge and I'm gonna woop your little ass, don't even step to me." and I'm gettin all like "Height doesn't matter and I'm steppin". That's when I grab him in a bear hug, he tries to head butt me since he can't do much else, when his head is on the way down I reach out with my teeth and take a big chunk out of his cheek... (he's going to be sippin soup through a hole in his cheek for months) latch on for about 15 seconds and he's all like (girly voice) "stop it... please stop it, it hurts!". So I let go, he pulls back (I've still got the deadly bear hug) and I head but him. He is through... this guy walks away... this guy that is 6'4" and says he was gonna kick my ass in front of all my highschool friends... a guy that nobody even knows. So I'm all like, un uh brotha and I walk after him. Swinging... Swinging... landing punches as he is trying to escape. In a self defense motion he turns and busts me one in the eye and I hit the deck. He keeps walking, so freakin scared he doesn't even realise he knocked me down. I get up to give chace but he has already gone. The whole time I'm thinking to myself, "Damn, did I just kick this guys ass with my whole trad rack on?" What a fuck. Talks cheap in this world... but what a great party and a great time.
I wake up this morning... kinda got this red thing on my eye. It is one of those red things that when you give touch it is all like "OUCH!". But it is small... I goto work today, at the climbing gym. I'm lookin to spray about my testosterone moment at the party.... but nobody notices the damn bruise on my eye?!??!?! What the hell? So I'm all like "yeh, got in a fight last night...". And you can tell everybody is like "oh, really?" (not believing me and shit). So I'm all like pointing to my eye and saying "see, here, look here, see?". And they are all like "yeh, I see" not believing me.
So I'm like "DAMN IT!" I've got to go home and clutter up Ray's forum with my shitty little story just so I can spray a little?! What the hell has this world come to... I mean you can goto a climbing gym and get people to believe you are the best climber in the world when really you only climb 5.7 but you can't go into the same gym and spray about getting into this fight with a really big motha and have anyone notice?! Geesh.
We where over there drinking some of that jungle juice stuff... with the Everclear and Vodka, very fruity. This was all after we floated the 2 kegs. Then some big ole African American comes over and starts some shit with me. I didn't even know why? He's all like "I'm 6'4" and huge and I'm gonna woop your little ass, don't even step to me." and I'm gettin all like "Height doesn't matter and I'm steppin". That's when I grab him in a bear hug, he tries to head butt me since he can't do much else, when his head is on the way down I reach out with my teeth and take a big chunk out of his cheek... (he's going to be sippin soup through a hole in his cheek for months) latch on for about 15 seconds and he's all like (girly voice) "stop it... please stop it, it hurts!". So I let go, he pulls back (I've still got the deadly bear hug) and I head but him. He is through... this guy walks away... this guy that is 6'4" and says he was gonna kick my ass in front of all my highschool friends... a guy that nobody even knows. So I'm all like, un uh brotha and I walk after him. Swinging... Swinging... landing punches as he is trying to escape. In a self defense motion he turns and busts me one in the eye and I hit the deck. He keeps walking, so freakin scared he doesn't even realise he knocked me down. I get up to give chace but he has already gone. The whole time I'm thinking to myself, "Damn, did I just kick this guys ass with my whole trad rack on?" What a fuck. Talks cheap in this world... but what a great party and a great time.
I wake up this morning... kinda got this red thing on my eye. It is one of those red things that when you give touch it is all like "OUCH!". But it is small... I goto work today, at the climbing gym. I'm lookin to spray about my testosterone moment at the party.... but nobody notices the damn bruise on my eye?!??!?! What the hell? So I'm all like "yeh, got in a fight last night...". And you can tell everybody is like "oh, really?" (not believing me and shit). So I'm all like pointing to my eye and saying "see, here, look here, see?". And they are all like "yeh, I see" not believing me.
So I'm like "DAMN IT!" I've got to go home and clutter up Ray's forum with my shitty little story just so I can spray a little?! What the hell has this world come to... I mean you can goto a climbing gym and get people to believe you are the best climber in the world when really you only climb 5.7 but you can't go into the same gym and spray about getting into this fight with a really big motha and have anyone notice?! Geesh.
