Happy Birthday to the both of you!
@Hawkeyed
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Yay Happy Birthday in stereo!!
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Happy birthday, Blitz
I have a story for you all. Think of this as... Your birthday present! 
I'll put it into quotes so you can see it better. I just typed this up.
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Okay, so last night, I had a bit to drink.
I met up with some friends and we decided to go to Ocean City in Maryland! WOOO! Fun times! It was me, Candyce, and her boyfriend / my cousin, Lenny. We all live in the same neighborhood. Important bit of information before I start. Both my cousin and Candyce have red hair. They are also dating. It is weird. Very weird.
It was supposed to be like this: We drive to OC, walk the boardwalk, ride a few rides, go home. It was cool and I we were jamming to the radio until just 5 minutes away from our destination. Lenny decided he wants to pick up a friend. It really went down hill from there.
Anger.
It took us 3 hours to get to a resort town along the ocean which normally takes 20-30 minutes to travel to because we had to turn around, pick up a friend, wait 30 minutes for him, take him to get his stuff, wait forever for him, drive back to OC, once again get 5 minutes away from OC, go to a trailor park, go to some other loser's house...
Idiot.
The boyfriend and his friend ditched us to go get high, eventually. I mean, I sort of knew it was going to happen. This is how fiends seem to act and I can call it like... like... I can call it like bingo when I see it happening. They spend the entire night trying to get some stupid **** that lasts for a short while and there isn't even hallucinations. I don't get it and I've brought it up to him before. I can understand hunting for acid or mushrooms or ecstasy, but this kid obviously has a problem. Enough about that though. I'll save it for when he finds himself in rehab one day.
Meeting up with Heather and Brian, we ride a ride or two in the amusement park, but it is short lived because Brian is an avid bowler and that was next on his list. Kenny and his friend are not with us anymore. They've run off on their own to do their own thing.
Aw, that's too bad guys... Your only ride just LEFT without you.
We were on 28th street (each block is super long) and decided to go bowling on 60-something-th street. My phone blows up from Lenny trying to call me. I don't answer my phone. Why? Because it ******* took us three hours to get to the beach and it was already dark outside just because he wanted some pills. So yea, I'm not going to answer that kid. It's payback time.
What did I do instead? I watched his girlfriend and our two other friends (who are good people) go bowling (I was not feeling the bowling last night :P ) while I drank beer from the concession stand. They played a few games, I had like two beers. So far so good! Woooo! What's next?!
We decide to find a bar somewhere up somewhere near ... 130th street. The girlfriend decided that she is going to need a designated driver and I didn't bring my glasses so I couldn't even drive if I wanted to (I'm like, blind, but If I squint I can see... sort of...) and called the boyfriend who was still on 28th street. He walked for a long... long... long ....
Marathon.
They ended up at the bar we were at, we're outside on the wooden patio area, beers COVERING the large circular table and we're laughing like crazy, unable to talk. When they walked up to us you should have seen their faces. It was like a Kodak moment. They had just walked over 100 blocks to get to us and were soooooooo angry.
So we go inside, do a shot, pay the tab, and it is $75! We drank $75 in Bud Light! Woe is us, she didn't have $75... I certainly didn't because I came along for the ride.
Screwed.
The girlfriend uses her "emergency credit card" which has helped her get $11K in debt.
1-8-7.
I don't know about you guys, but drama makes me want to kill people. It makes me want to just take off my shoes and barefoot kick someone in the ears with the top of my foot like a soccer ball. It makes me very angry. Candyce and her stoned boyfriend get into an argument about how Lenny claims to have hooked up with a girl during his hike to the bar (highly unlikely because he's ugly) and she's really drunk and gets emotional and retarded.
I go inside to try to talk to a mom I saw at the bar which didn't work out well because her husband was coming to pick her up minutes after I started talking to her and while I'm flirting + spitting bad game to this lady Candyce and Lenny are screaming at each other.
He won't get out of the car, she's telling him to get out, he's taking trying to take her keys because she wants to drive home wasted and he's talking about how it's over between each other and she's still screaming like a car alarm to get out of the car. LOL! I'm pretty positive at one point, I walk up to them while I'm finding stuff [next paragraph] and I saw Candyce b!tch-slap Lenny in the head. In return fire, he B!TCH SLAPPED this girl so hard *i* felt hurt. She really deserved it. YES, I understand that it isn't nice to hit girls, but in general, it isn't nice to hit anyone at all. Oh my god, Lenny slapper her so hard that she stopped screaming. It was nice. It was quiet. It was nice AND quiet for about 20 seconds. Perfection was in the air! I was actually ready to go home and I expected it to happen right then and there.
Mistake #89134. The screaming started back up again.
I ended up running around in the apartment complexes which surround the area and finding an i Pod, a Swiss-army knife, a child size bicycle that wasn't chained up, a Dave Mathew's Band CD, and a box of cigars with hopes that I can pawn at least the i Pod in the morning and actually find a way home. I made it back @ 5, almost 6 in the A.M.. Alone, I rode home on a child-size bicycle along the highway for hours, drunk off beer and liquor the entire time. With a 40 ounce beer in my thick winter hooded North-Face jacket, shorts, in a thunderstorm, in weather so hot that you start sweating the moment you look out a window.
...Just trying to get home...
There has never been a time as emphasized as what I am about to say right now: I have never wanted to give anyone the keys to let them die from drunk driving as much as I wanted to let Candyce drive home last night. There have actually been times where I have told her to CRASH in a text message while she was driving home from a bar.
id like to say that things like that never happen to me...but i'd be a liar
I can't imagine what Blitzwing is doing for his birthday.
Isn't he in like, Greenland or Iceland or something? Somewhere exotic?
New Zealand, and he'll be there soon.
Happy birthday guys. Yeah, I know I'm late.
As far as the story goes....yeah. Been there done that. You know, as you get older the drama seems to go away (at least for me). But so does the fun. They seem to balance each other out.
Hau'oli La Hanau Blitz!!!! Hope you have a fun one
Happy birthday you two!
@Jimmy Amp
Currently working on:
Jimmy Crush - Kin/Regen Scrapper
"Life writes the best scripts."
dual grats
Our favorite booter in the head's birthday's today (and mine)!
He can't post though but wish him a happy birthday anyway(me too)!
Happy Birthday Blitz (and me)!
(Can I have my stuff back now? Please?)