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i enjoy the effort of your google maps pictures jaybone. it might not seem like a lot? but a picture speaks a thousand words and ties the whole story up. even its entirely mundane. good stuff

or jr bacon and sweetness as the bear

 

Originally Posted by TrafficKing

Jay I gotta say is the only dude I know that brags about pissing his pants

He's also the only dude I know that does it bi-monthly

I was actually looking to go to the Padre game this weekend with my girl

 

Originally Posted by darkpoker12

I was actually looking to go to the Padre game this weekend with my girl

im here for the gangbang.. weaver pitches friday night.. what day you thinkin of going?

 

Originally Posted by Sweetness777

im here for the gangbang.. weaver pitches friday night.. what day you thinkin of going?

Sweetness always catches i thought

 

Originally Posted by Sweetness777

duurty fucks think alike..Virgins. I love 'em. No diseases, no loose as a goose pussy, no skank. No nothin. Just pure pleasure

Got HIV in the movie

 

Originally Posted by LVpokerdealer

Got HIV in the movie

debbie downer over here

 

Originally Posted by LVpokerdealer

Got HIV in the movie

haters gonna hate

 

Originally Posted by Hateflops

Did you just quote Shakespeare?

naw, so crates

Wow, fun catch up on thread, nice write up Jaybone!

who would potty train who?

Garnett ave is the shit! I love that whole little strip. Do you guys hit up bubs?

If this laying around in the warm California sun, eating Junior Bacon Cheeseburgers all day thing does not work out for Jaybone, maybe he could go back east and volunteer as a test patient for this new drug at Yale:

http://now.msn.com/living/0514-sober-pill.aspx

 

Originally Posted by Jaybone2315

My bad. Forgot I made that half ass comment when I got home and forgot to update this. Nothing too crazy, but it was definitely an adventure.

So basically me and sweetness get down to the bar to start pregaming and watch the Sixers blow that game. Mrs Robinson and thereraise meet us out and our normal drinking begins. After the game is over, we switch it up and go to another bar. This is when shots start flowing. Did some shots with some drunk hoe (not sure what happened with her), then next thing i know im doing shots with the two drunk 50 year old dudes.

Things start getting fuzzy and I remember these guys were talking about getting tattoos. I was being an instigator and talking shit and calling these guys pussies. So then next thing i know, im following these guys to the tattoo parlor to see if they were really going to do it.

First old guy takes his shirt off, and starts getting his tattoo. No clue what it was, but thats when I realized I better leave before I got talk ed into it, or before then kidnapped me and raped me all weekend and I was going to be forced to put sweetness' new training to good use.


For some reason I had this pic in my phone lol.

Last thing I remember is leaving the tattoo place, and thats when the lights went out. This was about 11pm or so. Next thing I remember, Im sitting on the steps of this little store place next to an IHOP.


This is when the shitty part starts. At this point I realize I lost my phone, and I had peed on myself once again. Thats when I put my tail between my legs and start walking home (roughly a 6 mile walk). I managed to get 3 cabs to stop, but they either didnt take credit cards, or told me they werent driving that far. I stopped in a 7-eleven to get some hot chocolate and some food while looking like a train wreck. Some old dude attempt to help me by letting me use his phone, but I didnt know any numbers, so that was pointless. This is when I realized it was about 5:30am. An hour and a half later, I made it home. Oh yea, 4 miles of that walk is straight up hill. It was the fucking worst.

Get home, clean myself, then locate my phone. Steal sweetness' car, then head back down. It was blocks away from where I was sleeping and where we were drinking. No clue how it got there, but it was in the front yard of a random house.



Phone had died right before I got there, so I can even believe I found it since it said it was in the yard of the house next door.

A is where we were drinking, B is where my phone was, and C was where I slept. I live 6 miles in the other direction. Im thinking I may have taken a nap in the front yard first. No clue.


End up the day, I didnt get a tattoo, and I found my phone. Just another story to add to the vault.

dam almost made it to taco bell