I have drank all of his beer, and am now currently eating all of his food, and he doesn't even come home to interrupt. What a pal.
Damn it I wish I couldve made it, I would love to drink someone elses beer (it always tastes better) Well Enjoy Ulf...
well Ulfur dont keep me in suspense what have i missed by not getting my ass up to ocean city??? you fags
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="verdana">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Highclass Whitetrash: if its his house wouldnt he be the host, not guest?<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Heh... Glad I'm not the only one thinking "wtf?"
Goddammit!!! That's what I meant...HOST. I was drunk when I typed that....so fucking sue me. You didn't miss much, Schmed. We went out, drank, I tried hitting on some girl and creeped her out (surprise!), and I just work up on Cheeze's couch. We didn't even make it to Ocean City...we just stayed locally. Now, I need to gather my crap and head back to Philly. Oh hey...it was Cheeze's B-Day yesterday, folks.
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="verdana">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Ulfur Engil: wound up on Cheeze's couch. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
Smeagol was digging you dude. Next thing we know, you were passed out on the couch and snoring like a racecar. We thought she was gonna come back and rock your world after we left. Do you remember her showing back up?
I just found out about something this morning. When the DJ gave my birthday shout-out, Smeagol looked over at Dorothy and said "Did you hear that? It's Cheezedawg's birthday. That means he must be in here somewhere! Let's go find him and try to meet him!" Dorothy then looks over at her with a strange look and Smeagol replies "What? You don't wanna meet him, Dorothy?" She simply says "I already met him. He's sitting at our table nearly passed out in a Jack and coke." The look of suprise must have been priceless. She's known me for over a year now, and only found out last night that I am the legendary Cheezedawg. It ain't easy bein' greasy.
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="verdana">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Cheezedawg: Smeagol was digging you dude. Next thing we know, you were passed out on the couch and snoring like a racecar. We thought she was gonna come back and rock your world after we left. Do you remember her showing back up?<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> If she did, then, she must have cleaned me up extremely well, and added some extra dog odor with it. I woke up in the exact same place where I conked out, so I don't think she came back. I am kinda glad she didn't. I swear, after heavy drinking, my judgment goes right into the toilet. Didn't you tell me Smeagoltooth and Evan had a couple of nights together?
And also....I wonder if that crybaby loser committed suicide in his shitty car after seeing Nania go home with a bouncer.
Two things: Happy belated, and I always miss out on the good shit... Smeagol... Fuck, I can only imagine...
Nooooooo. Even Smeagol wouldn't touch Evan. I hope that loser did shoot himself. Better yet... I hope he followed the bouncer home and got caught peaking in the windows. Yeah Rev. You missed some good shit. Ulfur did this awesome African jumping dance a few times. My lesbian ex-girlfriend went down on her mate at the table. I did some shooters out of a waitress' tits. Ulfur drew a swatztica on a baby Eore's (sp?) forehead just before it was presented as a gift. We had a bar owner kiss our asses so throughly we won't have to shit for a month. And finished the evening watching a sick B flick where a woman sucks on a man's head until he nuts all over his hair. I even got my dick sucked. It was a pretty good birthday.
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="verdana">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Cheezedawg: My lesbian ex-girlfriend went down on her mate at the table.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Whoa!!! When the fuck did that happen? I missed that completely....
You snooze you lose, bro. You probally missed the birthday shot I took from between Jo's tits too. Dorothy didn't however.....
