Go Big Red

What can I say on my 70th post about tonight? I guess I can be cliche and start from the beginning. Gabe picked me up and we rolled over to the manor where Jay's younger sister hosted her birthday party. Imagine any college movie party you've seen and set it in the manor with our friends strategically placed throughout the party like hobo streamers. Bumping' beats provided by a DJ, green lights to set the mood and more booty dancing and break dancing than you can handle. No one knew who any of these people were or where they came from. But we knew they were there to get drunk, smoke weed and grind their dicks on ass or ass on dicks.

The night rolled on and it fucking sucked the whole time. I even heard a go big red chant, and not in the funny way like when we chant "USA!" at ghost house. Real, heartfelt chants to the gods of the grid iron more commonly referred to as the black shirts. Gabe, myself and a handful of others decided to seek sanctuary in his room and spend our Saturday wrecking Liberty City on Grand Theft Auto 4. It was a great fucking time, eons better than the lame ass party that raged beneath our feet.

Just as I blew a cops head off (on grand theft auto) Joey walked up to tell us that the cops were here. They were let in by two histerical girls who were not ok with the idea of not allowing the police to come into your house. You don't have to let them in. They busted in and honestly said "OH NO IT'S THE COPS!" just like in Super Bad, or was it Super Troopers? Either way, Cody looked outside only to tell us that there were 3 cop cars, oh wait here comes a 4th, never mind here comes a 5th! Five goddamn cop cars lined up outside of the manor ready to crack some fucking minors domes. Two cops entered Gabe's room and asked us who lived there. Gabe looked around for a bit as if to think that one of us may decide to lie and fess up to cover him. He finally approached the cop and told him that he lived there. The cop asked 3 or 4 times if this was a frat house which blew my mind (do we look like we live in a fucking frat?) .

Time passed as weed and pipes were confiscated from unsuspecting teenagers trying to let out some steam after this weeks grueling school week. Some left in tears, one left in the back of a cop car. As we sat and watched the scatter out on the street another cop entered Gabe's room with the same old questions. He asked us if we were smoking weed then pointed directly at Marc and said "you've been in the weed room." We all laughed and asked him what the fuck that meant to which the cop replied "come on guys, he's obviously been in the weed room." A total mind fuck of ungodly proportions. We laughed, talked about all of the wild shit assorted people saw then decided to head to Rados then call it a night.