I was moving to Montana. Poast was living with his dad because his mom couldn't handle him. It was pretty much a walk in policy at his place. I knew poast wasn't home.
I didn't appreciate drinking his ball sweat. His plan was to get WifeIsDead. I was collateral damage. When I asked Poast why he didn't stop me he said, "You didn't tell me about the booger so I didn't tell you." A solid reason I suppose.
So when I knew Poast wasn't going to be home I went over. I set my camera on a timer and took a picture of his pillow in my butt. It was in there. Not 40 butt chugging in there, but it was up my cheeks. I took one of the gayest pictures ever. I think I had some fingers in my mouth as I looked up to the sky smiling. Then I put the picture on his computer in a hidden folder.
Knowing there would probably be repercussions, I moved to Montana and told him where to look after I was thousands of miles away. This would be the second act of the prank war that is apparently on going.
I'll tell you guys a story.
A long time ago. Must've been when we were all in high school. Poast, WifeIsDead and I were hanging out at the devils playground with dirty Phil. Devils playground was a place bums set up camp so it was perfect for some angst teenagers to goof off.
The structures were from long ago when railroads were working. The story I heard was they wanted to buy the land to put the highway around the town. But the person who owned the land kept sitting on it asking for more money. The developers eventually told him to go fuck himself and built the highway through town. That's all hearsay and I don't really know. I do know that's probably why there's so many bums there.
So there's some old cement structures out there behind a dying mall. We start messing with a cement wall and it moves. We had nothing to do all day so it became our mission to take down that chunk of wall. It would bounce back and forth but the rebar was really holding it on. MyWifeIsDead is the person, I think, that said if we get a rope, we could get it around the corner top and start yanking it. So we started walking to the hardware store leaving Poast and Dirty Phil to guard our wall.
We got the rope and walking back we pass a McDonalds. We grab some drinks for us, Poast and Dirty Phil. On the walk back, with the drinks, WifeIsDead decided to pick out a booger and put it on the bottom of Poasts drink. I said nothing. This would later turn out to be my downfall. 15 years later and I'm still living the repercussions.
We majestically, eventually got that wall down. We were accomplished teenagers. We did something.
My memory gets hazy but I think Poast and I were walking home on the highway. WifeIsDead lived behind a Chinese restaurant in some ghetto apartments so I think we were walking home and he was going to bust off to his house while we would keep walking.
WifeIsDead told Poast about his booger drink and he was pissed. I forget what happened around this point. Did I just walk home with a pissed off Poast? Did I call my mom for a ride? I don't know.
So soonly later, WifeIsDead and I are walking to Poasts house. Poasts cousin sees us and says as much. So Poast knows we're coming over. He takes a Sobe bottle and rubs his nuts all over it. We show up. Playing video games or some dumb crap and Poast mentions there's drinks in the fridge. WifeIsDead comments, "Why is it already opened?" Poast casually responds, "I don't know. Maybe my dad opened it and put it back."
WifeIsDead drinks it. I get thirsty and I drink some too. A couple days later I'm eating school pizza and Poast, being the piece of shit he is, valiantly tells me about his devious plot and what he had done. I ran to the bathroom and puked.
This started a prank war that is still not done.
This thread has changed friendships somehow.
It's funny how a man reacts when his heart gets broken. Some break down and cry like a baby. Others take out a newsie and climb a clock tower. But OMGPLZUNBAN didn't seem to react at all. He just just swallowed hard. Felt that slab of heart ache slide over the lump in his throat. And he locked it all away.
This thread has taken a dark turn.
I don't like it. I feel a pit in my stomach. A pit I don't think is deserved. I'm sorry for everything. This was supposed to be a safe space. I ruined everything like the loser I am. I accept my faults. I can look at my actions and admit they were retarded. I haven't made those same mistakes in years and grew as a person. I think.
It seems like every three years I look back and acknowledge that I was stupid. It doesn't seem to stop. But there's always tomorrow. I'll try to keep those in my life happy. I'm not happy so I try to make the people I love happy. It makes me happy but I end up going to bed with a sigh. Thinking about doing it all over again tomorrow. Every day.
I hate my life and it's implied I pushed away one of my best friends. I type this drinking and just not feeling good over the whole situation.
This thread is getting pretty long though.
It's backwards compatible on the xbox.
It holds up. I love running around shirtless with a fro and an AK back tattoo.
And I just looked. This thread is getting really long.
Here's the last batch of Bacon Vodka:
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