Now I know what you think when you hear the name Dan Mason.... the quiet one that's always straight to the point. But this blog has been going on far too long without a little post from the Shaolin Shadow Walker himself, Fats Pepper!
Last night while you were getting tucked into bed by your dad and the woman you refuse to call your step-mother, we kicked it wicked with an explosion of confetti, streamers, and shrimp. How could I sum up St. Party's Day so you can truly understand the carnage that occurred? Well... Luke, Alex, and I jizzed in our pants, a few of us played a casual game of Russian Roulette, Luke and I are never going to dance again because our guilty feet and the rhythm they may or may not have, Erica was lost in the 'Hall of Doors', I think I saw Scott?!?, Who was that kid dancing with everyone?, the Jowders shot may seem like a mudslide shot but it's not you bitch!, Pete's officially 21 now and my clock is off by 5 minutes, and this is what Alex does....he sits on you.
Oh! and Brad was there.
It was an amazing night, but Courtney wasnt there so it kind of sucked anyways. Well, that's it for me for now. I'm out like a kid on a swing with no arms! Peace!
"This add was brought to you by The Courtney Falite Fellowship"
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