I saw a kid get hit in the face with a model rocket. Freak accident. The rocket went up, something broke or failed, the rocket flies into the ground, bounced up then slams right into the kids forehead. That stuff was messed up.
Well, to go along with the idiocy of the world: We have a couple of vending machines at our high school. One is 100% water. Dasani to be exact.
This one day, after school, I see a cheerleader browsing the machines. I knew she was a cheerleader by the outfit. She approached the water machine with caution, inserted her money, and then moved back, as if appalled by something, and put her hand to her chin as if thinking. I gave her the benefit of the doubt and thought she may have been debating in her head whether she wanted water or not. You should never overestimate cheerleaders
She moved in to select a water using the keypad attached to the machine, and she quickly withdrew her finger in disgust with her decision. She then selected another water bottle.
As she passed me on her way to the gym, she looked at me puzzled.
I guess she couldn't see what had me in tears on the floor rolling from laughter. Idiot. She shrugged, smiled, took a sip, and skipped away. Because that's what cheerleaders do. They skip. Fin.
i don't get why ppl think sex is so weird...
and yes most cheerleaders are stupid and need to go play in traffic
as for me...those things and ppl thay defy the laws of science
or medical mysteries
the guy with 2 faces, albino alligators...stuff like that
weird...but i like weird
gin makes me want to tell people this unbelievable story.
so this was last year, about to the date. a whole bunch of us were at a local bar by our college celebrating one of our friend's 21st birthday. we were all getting pretty sh**faced. while there, i saw a friend of mine from earlier in my college life, but hadn't stayed in touch with, since we mainly just smoked a certain substance together, and the last time we did it she freaked out (read, passed out on the floor in the bathroom convulsing, which is another fun story), so i stopped inviting her. we exchanged hellos, and when i left, she told me that she had a ton of substance to get rid of because her parents were showing up the next day, and told me to show up at her apartment in an hour or so. so i did, and when i was going up the elevator with her, she told me there was another guy at the place, and that he probably wants to get with her, which i found gross, but so it goes. i get up there and there's this guy that's fat, balding, and looks about 30 in the room. i can't imagine what she was doing hanging out with this guy, but she's really weird herself. anyway, we start drinking and eventually start smoking copious amounts of substance. we must have smoked, just the three of us, about 3 grams of substance.
anyway, I know this has seemed pretty boring so far, but it gets nuts after this. she starts kind of muttering to herself. like, not normal, like schizo muttering. but i'm quite toasted so i just laugh. then she just takes her shirt off without provocation and gets on the ugly dude's lap and starts making out with him. i couldn't really say or do anything besides stare in disbelief in the state i was in. she looks at me and sees the O_o' on my face and gets on my lap and *tries* to make out with me. I mean, she was one of my good friends from freshman and sophomore year, so it was weird. and she was missing horribly. it was more like she was trying to make me eat her hair than kiss me. i was really weirded out so i pushed her off me and moved to a nearby futon. she followed me, dropped her pants and mounted me. the ugly dude followed and sat next to me, waiting for his turn i guess. at some point the ugly guy left and we were alone.
that's about when i blacked out. i woke up naked next to her at like 5am. i remembered (miraculously) that her parents were showing up in like 6 hours, so i went through the place hiding any trace of substance or sex, woke her up to make sure she was alright (she was also naked so you can guess what happened), and i got some sort of pj's on her and pulled the covers up so she wouldn't catch cold, and i went home.
that, ladies and gentlemen, was the most f***ed up night of my life.
i found out the next day that the ugly guy put a date-rape drug in her beer. does that make me a rapist? i don't remember having sex with her and i wouldn't if i was aware of my surroundings since she was my friend.
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