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Jan 01, 02
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I got pistol whipped on NYE
I'm sure everyone wants to know what exactly happend on the front lawn of paul's house last night on NYE. If my memory serves me correctly this is how it all went down. Oh yeah bear in mind that I was dressed up as a sailor, a sailor with a little hat and phat pants.
It all started while I was inside, my beer was starting ot catch up with me and I didn't wanna wait in line for the washroom. So I grabbed my best bud Nathanial and we went outsideinto the street. We got to talking and I had to stop and say "Hold up, I gotta hit up this piece" thats when I whipped it out and pissed all over the next door neighbours picket white fence. When I was finished tucking away my bits and pieces back I started heading back to the house, thats when this wigger that I went to elementry school with started started calling me a fag and pating my shoulder. Thats when I turned around and flipped out, "WHAT THE FUCK!, how do you go around calling me a fag one minute then patting my shoulder like we're old buds the next. Homo phobia is list so last milenium, get with the program dipshit." That's when the brown guy standing next to him gets into the coversation, "what the fuck is this," he says pointing to my costume with disaproval "what are you supposed to be?!" Me: i'm a fucking sailor, what does it look like i;m supposed to be TG (tough guy): I dont know any sailrs that dress like that Me: Ok tell me how sailors are supposed to dress, maybe I got it all wrong" TG: I don't get why you're dressed up like that Me: ummm, because it makes me feel good and its fun TG: well its not halloween, its new years. Why would anyone wanna dress up. Look at me you don't see me dressed up (thats when he points to his skin tight Guess jeans and indian motorcycle jacket) Me: I dress like this becasue its fun, why would I ever be caught dead where your barstar gear" This of course went on and on, more brown dudes showed up at that was my cue to get back to the party. When I got the stairs leading to the back yard I was still having words with that tough guy. Then out of new wher this guy to my left reaches behind him and grabs his gun "cha chink" sez the gun as he cocks it. Thats when hey drilled the barrel into my head. TGWG: (tough guy wuth gun): what the fuck you gotta problem with my friend or what. Me: My Problem is with him not you buddy (I sez that looking at the TGWG in the eyes) TGWG: I should blow you away right now Me: what with that, go ahead. You wanna shoot me over this, this pointless arguement that didn't involve you. Put down the fucking gun and take me on for real (thats when I raised my fists). TGWG: Shut up, FUCK YOU!!! Me: whatever buddy Thats when I garbbed his gun and pulled it away from my head and pushed him away from me and other people got in between us to hold us back from ripping eachother apart like starving rabid dogs. I know i'm missing some details here so if you were there and you noticed something that I didn't write down lemme know. happy new years DUBDRAG PS: some might wanna know why I grabbed the gun, or how I knew it was fake. I didn't really know if it was fake, the crome looked cheap and it was chipping. I didn't see the look of hate or the want to kill in his eyes so I just took a chance. I guess my set of brass balls got me into this mess, so they decided to get me out of it too. 
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Jan 02, 02
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whats with the world. and with people carrying fake guns. what happens when u pull that out knowing its fake and then someone with an actual gun pulls his out and caps ur ass? real smart tough guy. i would think him hittin u with the fake wouldnt have done anything to you.
how can u remember all this, exact dialogue when u mustve been pissed out of ur tree?
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