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Know what happens when you invite a scrawny ginger fuck into your apartment for a fun night of partying?
You get multiple cases of sexual harassment and a whole party ready to beat the shit out of this certain ginger fuck, including me shoving him down and having to be restrained by one of my friends.
Where do I even begin with this one. First off, Blasko does not know the meaning of "pacing yourself". Instantly downs three mixed drinks (he says five cause he wants to sound like he can hold his booze, but not true) and is trashed by the time the party actually starts (9pm). From there he goes on to touch/feel EVERY girl friend of mine's ass, tits, etc, including grabbing my best friend's girlfriend around the chest and pulling her in multiple times. You're fuckin' lucky Mike has enough respect to not cause a fight in my house, cause he would have murdered you dude. All those girls are close friends of mine whom I care for, and you blatantly disrespected EACH one of them. Don't give me that "I don't remember anything" shit, 'cause you obviously remembered a bunch from the night since you were apologizing all morning. Plus, if you black out from that little amount of alcohol, you probably shouldn't be drinking. Ever. And its not like ya did it once and stopped when they asked you to; you did it over and over and over again. Unacceptable, no matter how drunk you are.
Not to mention you were the definition of "cock-block" while I kept hooking up with that girl; by the way we were laughing at you in between grinding and making out when you were just sitting in the computer chair staring at us like a psycho. Weird shit.
Finally, the pepperoni. I live with three other guys, all close friends of mine. They spend their money, which is limited due to being broke college students, on food they want to eat. So when you go and start eating their food without asking anyone, there's a problem, especially with your behavior throughout the night. I tell you to stop eating the pepperoni and put it back in the fridge because its one of my roomate's, so its off-limits. You tell me no. Excuse me? Did you just tell me you're NOT going to stop eating the food that doesn't belong to you, but belongs to my roomate? In my own fucking house? Absolutely not. So I rip the pepperoni out of your hands, throw it back in the fridge, and tell you that you should go to bed. You get in my face like you're a fuckin' tough guy and tell me you'll do what you want, and you're going to get the pepperoni. Congrats on legitimately making me angry; it's an extremely rare thing. No one there aside from Mike has ever seen me mad. At this point ladies and gentlemen, I shove Blasko and he goes FLYING down my hallway like a small child as I stand over him and scream "I could fucking kill you right now". Luckily my friend Justin grabs me and stops me from doing anything foolish, 'cause I woulda broken the kid. You fucking better thank my friend Laura for putting you right to bed after that too, 'cause its where you belonged. Again, "I was drunk bro" is not an excuse. Everyone there was wasted, I had way more alcohol than a human body should have, and no one else had any problems. Just you. All fucking night.
At least you made the first party at the new apartment memorable. You'll forever be "that New York asshole that Chris almost beat the shit out of". So, thanks for that.
Quick question; do you have an accent that randomly appears every other word? 'Cause that's what it sounded like when you were both drunk AND sober. That or your extra chromosome was peaking through.
It's not a work; it's a shoot.
P.S.- Anyone else that lives in the tri-state area and can handle themselves is welcome to come party here. Plenty of booze and tons of awesome people.
P.P.S.- Sup WF? Long time, no see. Hope everyone had a bangin' Thanksgiving.
You get multiple cases of sexual harassment and a whole party ready to beat the shit out of this certain ginger fuck, including me shoving him down and having to be restrained by one of my friends.
Where do I even begin with this one. First off, Blasko does not know the meaning of "pacing yourself". Instantly downs three mixed drinks (he says five cause he wants to sound like he can hold his booze, but not true) and is trashed by the time the party actually starts (9pm). From there he goes on to touch/feel EVERY girl friend of mine's ass, tits, etc, including grabbing my best friend's girlfriend around the chest and pulling her in multiple times. You're fuckin' lucky Mike has enough respect to not cause a fight in my house, cause he would have murdered you dude. All those girls are close friends of mine whom I care for, and you blatantly disrespected EACH one of them. Don't give me that "I don't remember anything" shit, 'cause you obviously remembered a bunch from the night since you were apologizing all morning. Plus, if you black out from that little amount of alcohol, you probably shouldn't be drinking. Ever. And its not like ya did it once and stopped when they asked you to; you did it over and over and over again. Unacceptable, no matter how drunk you are.
Not to mention you were the definition of "cock-block" while I kept hooking up with that girl; by the way we were laughing at you in between grinding and making out when you were just sitting in the computer chair staring at us like a psycho. Weird shit.
Finally, the pepperoni. I live with three other guys, all close friends of mine. They spend their money, which is limited due to being broke college students, on food they want to eat. So when you go and start eating their food without asking anyone, there's a problem, especially with your behavior throughout the night. I tell you to stop eating the pepperoni and put it back in the fridge because its one of my roomate's, so its off-limits. You tell me no. Excuse me? Did you just tell me you're NOT going to stop eating the food that doesn't belong to you, but belongs to my roomate? In my own fucking house? Absolutely not. So I rip the pepperoni out of your hands, throw it back in the fridge, and tell you that you should go to bed. You get in my face like you're a fuckin' tough guy and tell me you'll do what you want, and you're going to get the pepperoni. Congrats on legitimately making me angry; it's an extremely rare thing. No one there aside from Mike has ever seen me mad. At this point ladies and gentlemen, I shove Blasko and he goes FLYING down my hallway like a small child as I stand over him and scream "I could fucking kill you right now". Luckily my friend Justin grabs me and stops me from doing anything foolish, 'cause I woulda broken the kid. You fucking better thank my friend Laura for putting you right to bed after that too, 'cause its where you belonged. Again, "I was drunk bro" is not an excuse. Everyone there was wasted, I had way more alcohol than a human body should have, and no one else had any problems. Just you. All fucking night.
At least you made the first party at the new apartment memorable. You'll forever be "that New York asshole that Chris almost beat the shit out of". So, thanks for that.
Quick question; do you have an accent that randomly appears every other word? 'Cause that's what it sounded like when you were both drunk AND sober. That or your extra chromosome was peaking through.
It's not a work; it's a shoot.
P.S.- Anyone else that lives in the tri-state area and can handle themselves is welcome to come party here. Plenty of booze and tons of awesome people.
P.P.S.- Sup WF? Long time, no see. Hope everyone had a bangin' Thanksgiving.
