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Seer666 · 04-28-2005, 12:59 PM

Well, back to Day fucking one. The story, as it unfolded.

So, one of my best friends in the world and his wife come to Hawaii for a few days from Japan to spend time hangin with me. This is a good thing. It's been over a year sense I've seen him. We spend some time hanging out at the house for the first day, go get a good stake dinner, take it easy. Everything is good. The next we get a late start on things, and then down to the beach! Get a hotel, hit the bars. It's all good. Also, my room mate, who I shall name Captin Fucko, is with us. Good guy, just goofy. So, we are in the bar, the first time I've been drinking in many, many a moon. We'll "the bar" is missleading. I think we hit every bar in Hawaii. And well, I'm goood and rip roarin drunk, smoke is so thick in the air you need a knife to cut. "Oh, what the hell, I think, I'll just have one." I threw the first one out after one hit. Tasted like shit. Then a few more drinks. SO, I have one. I think i had a couple. The night is kind of foggy. Well, Captin Fucko desides to head back to the hotel early. no big deal It's a 2 minute walk from the bar. I turn around, and bang, he is gone. This is about 0130, 0200 in the morn. The rest of us keep drinking. 0400 the bar closes. I know if I sleep right then, I will be pukeing like a mother fucker. So, I walk around for a couple hours Well lighted areas, Hawaii at night is not safe for a lone, drunk mainlander in some areas. about 0600, I hit the hotle, and the other bed in the room, the one Captin Fucko should be in, is empty. Well, I'm to drunk to really notice that much still, so I pass out. Flash forward 6 hours, I'm getting cleaned up, wondering where CF is and getting ready to cheak out. I call CF. No answer. We go to the beach, I leave a message where we are, and carry on my wayward son. Now, I spend the next coupl hours calling him, and get nothing. So, I go back to the hotel, and look in the garge. Car is still there. And cell phone is in the car. Now, who gets a fucking cell phone, and leaves it in the damn car? Captin Fucko, that's who. At this point, I am getting worried. I spend the whole day bouncing back and forth from the beach with my friend and his wife (From this point on refered to collectively as "my friends") and looking around for CF. I even check with the local cop shop to make sure he isn't dead or in a drunk tank. Nope. Good thing there. I call his command (we are both Navy) and ask if they heard anything. Nope. That means the MPs didn't get him. Good thing there. Now, I am speanding the day wondering if he is fucking dead in a ditch and hasn't been found. ALL DAMN DAY. My other roommate get's off work at 1930 and calls me. I left a message on his phone to call me so he can check the phone at home for messages. Guess what he tells me? Captin Fucko has been home all day playing fucking World of Warcraft. DOn't get me wrong, I play myself, good game. BUT HIS GOD DAMN CAR IS STILL AT THE FUCKING HOTEL! Yes, Captin Fucko took a damn cab home in his drunken stuppor. That in itself is ok, ha ha, look what the drunk guy did. But instead of using a damn phone to call me and let me know what is going on, he plays a fucking video game all day. Now, I've had a few smokes through out the day, because, like I said, I am kind of freaking out here. I mean, if he is dead, who is going to pay his part of the fucking rent? This is uncool. Well, then I find out he's ok. This is bad, because there is about to be murder. He pulls something like that, he better be fucking dead. SO, I break down and start smoking my friends smokes because I really need to calm down before talking to CF. I even bought a pack and have been smoking the last couple days. Now, it's time to start all over. And yes, I know that it is my own damn fault, but I think you can forgive me, given the situation. Counter reset. Back to day one. Wish me luck. And if he says one damn word to me in the next week, I'm going to kick him in the junk so hard he'll have more hang time then Jesus.

04-28-2005, 12:59 PM	#46 (permalink)
Seer666 Oh dear God he breeded Location: Arizona	Well, back to Day fucking one. The story, as it unfolded. So, one of my best friends in the world and his wife come to Hawaii for a few days from Japan to spend time hangin with me. This is a good thing. It's been over a year sense I've seen him. We spend some time hanging out at the house for the first day, go get a good stake dinner, take it easy. Everything is good. The next we get a late start on things, and then down to the beach! Get a hotel, hit the bars. It's all good. Also, my room mate, who I shall name Captin Fucko, is with us. Good guy, just goofy. So, we are in the bar, the first time I've been drinking in many, many a moon. We'll "the bar" is missleading. I think we hit every bar in Hawaii. And well, I'm goood and rip roarin drunk, smoke is so thick in the air you need a knife to cut. "Oh, what the hell, I think, I'll just have one." I threw the first one out after one hit. Tasted like shit. Then a few more drinks. SO, I have one. I think i had a couple. The night is kind of foggy. Well, Captin Fucko desides to head back to the hotel early. no big deal It's a 2 minute walk from the bar. I turn around, and bang, he is gone. This is about 0130, 0200 in the morn. The rest of us keep drinking. 0400 the bar closes. I know if I sleep right then, I will be pukeing like a mother fucker. So, I walk around for a couple hours Well lighted areas, Hawaii at night is not safe for a lone, drunk mainlander in some areas. about 0600, I hit the hotle, and the other bed in the room, the one Captin Fucko should be in, is empty. Well, I'm to drunk to really notice that much still, so I pass out. Flash forward 6 hours, I'm getting cleaned up, wondering where CF is and getting ready to cheak out. I call CF. No answer. We go to the beach, I leave a message where we are, and carry on my wayward son. Now, I spend the next coupl hours calling him, and get nothing. So, I go back to the hotel, and look in the garge. Car is still there. And cell phone is in the car. Now, who gets a fucking cell phone, and leaves it in the damn car? Captin Fucko, that's who. At this point, I am getting worried. I spend the whole day bouncing back and forth from the beach with my friend and his wife (From this point on refered to collectively as "my friends") and looking around for CF. I even check with the local cop shop to make sure he isn't dead or in a drunk tank. Nope. Good thing there. I call his command (we are both Navy) and ask if they heard anything. Nope. That means the MPs didn't get him. Good thing there. Now, I am speanding the day wondering if he is fucking dead in a ditch and hasn't been found. ALL DAMN DAY. My other roommate get's off work at 1930 and calls me. I left a message on his phone to call me so he can check the phone at home for messages. Guess what he tells me? Captin Fucko has been home all day playing fucking World of Warcraft. DOn't get me wrong, I play myself, good game. BUT HIS GOD DAMN CAR IS STILL AT THE FUCKING HOTEL! Yes, Captin Fucko took a damn cab home in his drunken stuppor. That in itself is ok, ha ha, look what the drunk guy did. But instead of using a damn phone to call me and let me know what is going on, he plays a fucking video game all day. Now, I've had a few smokes through out the day, because, like I said, I am kind of freaking out here. I mean, if he is dead, who is going to pay his part of the fucking rent? This is uncool. Well, then I find out he's ok. This is bad, because there is about to be murder. He pulls something like that, he better be fucking dead. SO, I break down and start smoking my friends smokes because I really need to calm down before talking to CF. I even bought a pack and have been smoking the last couple days. Now, it's time to start all over. And yes, I know that it is my own damn fault, but I think you can forgive me, given the situation. Counter reset. Back to day one. Wish me luck. And if he says one damn word to me in the next week, I'm going to kick him in the junk so hard he'll have more hang time then Jesus. __________________ Bad spellers of the world untie!!! I am the one you warned me of I seem to have misplaced the bullet with your name on it, but I have a whole box addressed to occupant.