Feast on the Fluids of the Dead
For those who missed out on Saturday, let me set up the scenerio: Big Jay, Brock, Joe and Phil out at Wicks. So we roll up on a Window seat so we can fun of the randoms walking by. A few more beers, and Michael's girlfriend shows up. Well, she's some 19 year old chick so needless to say we are all staring because we like looking at 19 year olds (Pedophiles are fucking amatuers...). Well, at this point a some dude comes over to us asks what our problem is. Needless to say we looked at him like he was retarded and said something along the lines of "I don't even know who you are."
Well, minutes later Michael tells us that these guys are wondering why we were staring at them. And they are writing. They leave and on their way out, they mention something to one of the bouncers. I forget what was said, perhaps someone could fill me in here. But I digress. So these dudes are on their way past our window and they slam a piece of paper up on the window.
"We feast on the fluids on the damn" it read. No explanation on which fluids though. Blood? Semen? Blood and Semen mixed together? These are questions that will go unanswered for years. And yes, this post is being made solely to be the #1 result for "Feast on the Fluids of the Dead" in google. Fame and fortune awaits!
Posted by Phil on October 18th, around lunchtime |
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