Just so you know, this will probably be the longest blog that I will ever write, I don’t know if it actually will be because this is the first thing I am writing but last night was so epic, and so eventful that I really don’t think that I can skip out on anything, if it isn’t the longest blog ever then I will delete this first paragraph here I guess but if this is still there by the time you are reading this, then that means that this will be the longest blog in the world, written by anyone, ever. Normally I start these blogs in some random middle ground of the story I am trying to tell and then work my way around what has happened before that but I don’t really know where the middle of this story would be, and I don’t really know how long this will take to type out but yeah, let’s just say that you are going to have to put away an entire evening if you intend on reading this all.
Yesterday was my best mate’s eighteenth. Now before you try and remember if it was you that turned eighteen yesterday and to see if you are that best mate of mine that I am referring to, that person is Chrisman and sorry to crush the hopes of anyone who isn’t him. Anyway, he turned eighteen yesterday and he had a few people over for drinks and then if you are eighteen or have an ID or whatever then you can head into town. I being seventeen just came along for good times and thought I would use this as an excuse to get my drink on, much like every occasion. I arrived at Chris’s at three thirty in the afternoon and opened up the fridge to help myself to a beverage, now the text message that Chris sent me and I guess anyone else who received it reads the following.
Hey guys come round to
mine tomorrow for drinks
and food for my bday!
Come at 3 then later on
we can hit town. I will
supply drinks also but
byo if u wanna drink
more.
From: Chris Tankosic
3:37pm 4-OCT-09
I assumed when it read that he would supply drinks but bring your own if you want more that it meant he would have like a case or two of beer and if you want to get really fucked then you can bring more drinks to assist you in your good times. Chris’s fridge was full to the shit of different kinds of beers and cruisers; it was so full that there was a further case of beer being stored in the freezer because it wouldn’t fit in the fridge. I didn’t bring any extra drinks because I just thought to myself that I would drink what’s there and not really get that drunk, but after seeing the contents of the fridge, all I wanted to do was get fucked off cruisers because I have never been drunk off them before.
I started out with a Heineken which went down quite nicely. After that I couldn’t resist the temptations of the cruisers and I ended up having one of each flavour, and now that I look back on it, none of them were really nice, they were kind of easy to drink but they were really shitty, but every time a drink was finished, the label was ripped off and stuck onto my shirt, except for some of the beer labels that wouldn’t come off easy enough and they just tore so yeah, we didn’t bother really. I ended up making a collage on my shirt with every single cruiser label that was there and a few beer ones, and a Coca-Cola label. It ended up looking amazing and I kept it on my shirt and I even considered somehow laminating it so it was the shirt, but then I thought about how hard it would be to wash and shit so yeah, didn’t really bother.
Chris and the rest of the eighteen year olds headed into town leaving us seventeen year olds at his house, we indulged ourselves in Milan’s (Chris’s awesome dad) chicken that he brought home from his shop which tasted amazing. It was then time for us to head off; it was Daj, Shez, Punda and I chilling with Chris’s awesome family as they were watching Watchmen. I felt kind of bad because they were missing it and they hadn’t seen it yet, and it is amazing. Nathan then came and picked us up and we headed to Brett’s because he said that they were going back to his house after Chris’s.
On the way to Brett’s, we hit a red light and stopped, as you do. We were on Marion road turning left and a car pulled up next to us who wanted to go right. This guy was just a guy, he had a beard, he looked like he was forty five, maybe fifty years old and he was by himself. Daj started telling the guy through the window that she hasn’t been out in ages because she has had the chicken pox and the guy, I don’t know if he couldn’t hear her or what but he replied with a simple ‘what?’ I think. Punda then screams at the guy, ‘don’t you fucking talk to my girlfriend or I’ll fucking smash you!’ and the guy who looked like a grandpa completely changed into some sort of killing machine as he got out of his car and wanted to fight Punda. Punda then opened the car door and was keen as for a fight but the light went green and Nathan turned left. This guy who was in the lane to go straight then cuts through and chased us down whatever street we were on, I think it was Winston and this guy was going fucking nuts. He was right up our ass and despite Punda’s request to pull over so he could fight him, Nathan kept driving. The guy then just left and it was pretty fucked up, but yeah, it was... it was just fucking random, it escalated from nothing to a vendetta.
Then we got to Brett’s and they knocked on the door and Meryl (Brett’s mum) was the only one home. We were talking to her about how people are always at their house now and she doesn’t really like it how people treat her house like their own then leave and don’t clean up after themselves, so this if you are reading this and you do this, clean the fuck up after yourself! Most of my blogs are around five hundred words but this one is already over a thousand words and I am only half way through the story so I am going to stop it here and part two of this fucked night will go up tomorrow.
Yesterday was my best mate’s eighteenth. Now before you try and remember if it was you that turned eighteen yesterday and to see if you are that best mate of mine that I am referring to, that person is Chrisman and sorry to crush the hopes of anyone who isn’t him. Anyway, he turned eighteen yesterday and he had a few people over for drinks and then if you are eighteen or have an ID or whatever then you can head into town. I being seventeen just came along for good times and thought I would use this as an excuse to get my drink on, much like every occasion. I arrived at Chris’s at three thirty in the afternoon and opened up the fridge to help myself to a beverage, now the text message that Chris sent me and I guess anyone else who received it reads the following.
Hey guys come round to
mine tomorrow for drinks
and food for my bday!
Come at 3 then later on
we can hit town. I will
supply drinks also but
byo if u wanna drink
more.
From: Chris Tankosic
3:37pm 4-OCT-09
I assumed when it read that he would supply drinks but bring your own if you want more that it meant he would have like a case or two of beer and if you want to get really fucked then you can bring more drinks to assist you in your good times. Chris’s fridge was full to the shit of different kinds of beers and cruisers; it was so full that there was a further case of beer being stored in the freezer because it wouldn’t fit in the fridge. I didn’t bring any extra drinks because I just thought to myself that I would drink what’s there and not really get that drunk, but after seeing the contents of the fridge, all I wanted to do was get fucked off cruisers because I have never been drunk off them before.
I started out with a Heineken which went down quite nicely. After that I couldn’t resist the temptations of the cruisers and I ended up having one of each flavour, and now that I look back on it, none of them were really nice, they were kind of easy to drink but they were really shitty, but every time a drink was finished, the label was ripped off and stuck onto my shirt, except for some of the beer labels that wouldn’t come off easy enough and they just tore so yeah, we didn’t bother really. I ended up making a collage on my shirt with every single cruiser label that was there and a few beer ones, and a Coca-Cola label. It ended up looking amazing and I kept it on my shirt and I even considered somehow laminating it so it was the shirt, but then I thought about how hard it would be to wash and shit so yeah, didn’t really bother.
Chris and the rest of the eighteen year olds headed into town leaving us seventeen year olds at his house, we indulged ourselves in Milan’s (Chris’s awesome dad) chicken that he brought home from his shop which tasted amazing. It was then time for us to head off; it was Daj, Shez, Punda and I chilling with Chris’s awesome family as they were watching Watchmen. I felt kind of bad because they were missing it and they hadn’t seen it yet, and it is amazing. Nathan then came and picked us up and we headed to Brett’s because he said that they were going back to his house after Chris’s.
On the way to Brett’s, we hit a red light and stopped, as you do. We were on Marion road turning left and a car pulled up next to us who wanted to go right. This guy was just a guy, he had a beard, he looked like he was forty five, maybe fifty years old and he was by himself. Daj started telling the guy through the window that she hasn’t been out in ages because she has had the chicken pox and the guy, I don’t know if he couldn’t hear her or what but he replied with a simple ‘what?’ I think. Punda then screams at the guy, ‘don’t you fucking talk to my girlfriend or I’ll fucking smash you!’ and the guy who looked like a grandpa completely changed into some sort of killing machine as he got out of his car and wanted to fight Punda. Punda then opened the car door and was keen as for a fight but the light went green and Nathan turned left. This guy who was in the lane to go straight then cuts through and chased us down whatever street we were on, I think it was Winston and this guy was going fucking nuts. He was right up our ass and despite Punda’s request to pull over so he could fight him, Nathan kept driving. The guy then just left and it was pretty fucked up, but yeah, it was... it was just fucking random, it escalated from nothing to a vendetta.
Then we got to Brett’s and they knocked on the door and Meryl (Brett’s mum) was the only one home. We were talking to her about how people are always at their house now and she doesn’t really like it how people treat her house like their own then leave and don’t clean up after themselves, so this if you are reading this and you do this, clean the fuck up after yourself! Most of my blogs are around five hundred words but this one is already over a thousand words and I am only half way through the story so I am going to stop it here and part two of this fucked night will go up tomorrow.
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