Who's drunk right now!?
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xmas parties for the win, i'm hammered.....wooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ck is a homo.
yea so tonight i saw this girl that I work with at the bar, she is a hostes and I do security, hung out with her and her friend all night. we all wne back to my house and her and I made out. Yes i know it sounds like a 4th grade story, but shes fuckin hot to me so fuck off....
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Awesome.Ckanderson said:yea so tonight i saw this girl that I work with at the bar, she is a hostes and I do security, hung out with her and her friend all night. we all wne back to my house and her and I made out. Yes i know it sounds like a 4th grade story, but shes fuckin hot to me so fuck off....
5:55am and still drunk.
x2 working on a handle/half gallon of jim beam...MK3Brent said:I'm getting there....
Love sundays.
Lindsay was 12 when it first started. One morning she awoke to find odd little crumbs in her bed. At first she thought they were crackers, but as she was getting dressed for school she noticed a small little tan "O" laying on the floor next to her nightstand. It was a cheerio. She picked it up and looked at it for a moment, its wholesome oaty contours seeming perfectly harmless. She threw it away, assuming that her bratty older sister was responsible. Little dis she know that it was an omen of the pure mind bending horror which was soon to follow.
That weekend her mother went shopping. She had gotten in the habit of doing all the grocery shopping for the month at once, so the kitchen was packed full of bags and boxes as the girls went about putting things away. Lindsay was disappointed when she noticed that the only cereal her mother had gotten was Cheerios. It was always Cheerios. Four economy-sized boxes worth, no less. Lindsay had never liked Cheerios, even though her sister seemed to love them. They were too plain. Too boring. She thrust the boxes carelessly up onto the shelf above the refrigerator and went searching through the other bags to see if her mother had gotten anything that was actually edible.
Later that night she was tossing and turning in bed, her stomach full of slightly too much Butterfinger ice cream. The house was silent. Everyone else was in bed. Or should have been. Lindsay had almost dozed off when a soft, dry rustling sound brought her back to wakefulness. At first she thought it was the cat scratching at her door, but as she sat up she realized that it was coming from somewhere inside the room. A twinge of fear shivered through her body. They'd never had rats or mice in the house before. Was it a bug? Whatever it was, it sounded big. Lindsay was scared. She felt the urge to huddle underneath her blankets and hide until it went away. Instead, she gathered her courage and reached out to turn on the lamp beside her bed. Just as she touched it, the noise suddenly stopped. She flicked it on and jumped back into the center of her bed, clutching the sheets tightly around her as light spilled out into the room. There was nothing there. She peeked carefully over the sides of her bed, seeing only the rug and a few Girls' Life magazines.
Taking her heaviest pillow to use as a weapon, she got out of bed and padded slowly towards the door. Right as she reached it she froze, looking down. Peeking out from the crack beneath her door was the round half-circle of a cheerio. Puzzled, she opened the door. Before her loomed a seven-foot wall of cheerios. They covered the doorway completely as if the entire hallway had been filled with them. And they were moving. They were alive and crawling over each other like a mass of legless insects, filling the air with the heavy smell of whole grain oats. Lindsay ran and jumped back onto her bed. She huddle and clutched the pillow over her head, and screamed.
She was still screaming when her parents came in. Her mother soothed her, wanting to know what was the matter. The cheerios were gone. Lindsay told her that it was just a nightmare. She didn't want them to think she was crazy. After a little while her parents left, her father muttering something about "night terrors" as they walked back upstairs. When they were gone, Lindsay stuffed her blanket under the crack of her door and sat up with the light on. She tried her best to stay awake all night, but after a few hours she finally fell asleep. When she awoke there were a handful of crumbs in her bed.
For a few weeks afterward, Lindsay was able to sleep on the floor in her sister Susan's room, though she had to use all of her allowance as a bribe. Then her parents found out and made her go back to her own room. Lindsay's dad got her a lock for the door, telling her it would help her to feel safe. It didn't.
The very first night she was back in her room, she heard the rustling noise again. She'd kept the lamp on but this time the light didn't seem to help. She huddled there, watching the door and hoping it would go away. Then the blanket moved. She'd stuffed it under the door again as tightly as she could, but now one of the corners of it was being pushed back into her room by something on the other side. Lindsay was pretty sure she knew what that something was. The cheerios were coming for her.
Just then, the lamp went out and the room was plunged into darkness. She stifled a scream, telling herself it was just a nightmare. Cheerios couldn't move or unplug lights. They didn't come after people. Then something light and dry brushed against her cheek, and all rational thought left her mind as she was seized by the cold grip of terror. She opened her mouth to scream, gagging as it was immediately filled with tiny rings of the cereal. She felt it moving all over her body. She bit and chewed and spit, trying to clear her mouth so she could call for help. But no matter how much of it she crunched up, more always took its place.
That weekend her mother went shopping. She had gotten in the habit of doing all the grocery shopping for the month at once, so the kitchen was packed full of bags and boxes as the girls went about putting things away. Lindsay was disappointed when she noticed that the only cereal her mother had gotten was Cheerios. It was always Cheerios. Four economy-sized boxes worth, no less. Lindsay had never liked Cheerios, even though her sister seemed to love them. They were too plain. Too boring. She thrust the boxes carelessly up onto the shelf above the refrigerator and went searching through the other bags to see if her mother had gotten anything that was actually edible.
Later that night she was tossing and turning in bed, her stomach full of slightly too much Butterfinger ice cream. The house was silent. Everyone else was in bed. Or should have been. Lindsay had almost dozed off when a soft, dry rustling sound brought her back to wakefulness. At first she thought it was the cat scratching at her door, but as she sat up she realized that it was coming from somewhere inside the room. A twinge of fear shivered through her body. They'd never had rats or mice in the house before. Was it a bug? Whatever it was, it sounded big. Lindsay was scared. She felt the urge to huddle underneath her blankets and hide until it went away. Instead, she gathered her courage and reached out to turn on the lamp beside her bed. Just as she touched it, the noise suddenly stopped. She flicked it on and jumped back into the center of her bed, clutching the sheets tightly around her as light spilled out into the room. There was nothing there. She peeked carefully over the sides of her bed, seeing only the rug and a few Girls' Life magazines.
Taking her heaviest pillow to use as a weapon, she got out of bed and padded slowly towards the door. Right as she reached it she froze, looking down. Peeking out from the crack beneath her door was the round half-circle of a cheerio. Puzzled, she opened the door. Before her loomed a seven-foot wall of cheerios. They covered the doorway completely as if the entire hallway had been filled with them. And they were moving. They were alive and crawling over each other like a mass of legless insects, filling the air with the heavy smell of whole grain oats. Lindsay ran and jumped back onto her bed. She huddle and clutched the pillow over her head, and screamed.
She was still screaming when her parents came in. Her mother soothed her, wanting to know what was the matter. The cheerios were gone. Lindsay told her that it was just a nightmare. She didn't want them to think she was crazy. After a little while her parents left, her father muttering something about "night terrors" as they walked back upstairs. When they were gone, Lindsay stuffed her blanket under the crack of her door and sat up with the light on. She tried her best to stay awake all night, but after a few hours she finally fell asleep. When she awoke there were a handful of crumbs in her bed.
For a few weeks afterward, Lindsay was able to sleep on the floor in her sister Susan's room, though she had to use all of her allowance as a bribe. Then her parents found out and made her go back to her own room. Lindsay's dad got her a lock for the door, telling her it would help her to feel safe. It didn't.
The very first night she was back in her room, she heard the rustling noise again. She'd kept the lamp on but this time the light didn't seem to help. She huddled there, watching the door and hoping it would go away. Then the blanket moved. She'd stuffed it under the door again as tightly as she could, but now one of the corners of it was being pushed back into her room by something on the other side. Lindsay was pretty sure she knew what that something was. The cheerios were coming for her.
Just then, the lamp went out and the room was plunged into darkness. She stifled a scream, telling herself it was just a nightmare. Cheerios couldn't move or unplug lights. They didn't come after people. Then something light and dry brushed against her cheek, and all rational thought left her mind as she was seized by the cold grip of terror. She opened her mouth to scream, gagging as it was immediately filled with tiny rings of the cereal. She felt it moving all over her body. She bit and chewed and spit, trying to clear her mouth so she could call for help. But no matter how much of it she crunched up, more always took its place.
This one time, my grandfather started acting weird one day. He started rambling on about superman, batman, and all other kinds of super hero's with capes. We ignored him because he was old and senile, we figured he was just being an old guy. Later that night, around 6p.m. or so I started watching T.V. when all the sudden my sister busts into my room yelling at me "Oh my gosh grandaddies' on the roof, come out quick, come out quick!" So I took a mad dash towards the door, shoving my little sister out of the way because I had to see what was going on. When I arrived outside my mother and father were standing outside yelling at gramps "Come down, for the love of God come down!" Well, gramps was up on top of the roof with a superman cape on, with some tights as well. I don't know where got those clothes, I was wondering where they came from. We tried to get grampa to come down for an hour and a half, but he was resisting everything we tried, the ladder, sneaking up behind him, nothing was working. All he would say is "I can fly, I'm going to fly off and go save the world! It is my duty!" At one point, grandpa finally threw out his arm, squatted down, looking like he was about to try to jump and fly off the roof. I forget what happened after that.
finishing up watching the steelers, getting my drink on getting reday to play some axes...
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