Too bad someone forgot to tell mother nature, that bitch has been making it rain more than Lil Wayne at a strip club.
But there was a nice day. I left the Zoo on Thursday to come home, not an exciting first night back, just chilling with the rentals catching up and shit. But the next morning was a good start. I woke up to my boy from V-town in NJ hitting me up for a party he was having that night. Of course I was down to go, and get a little heavy with my boys from home no doubt.
So I got there mad early, before even the fratty lights were out, but I just got up with "Wildcat" as I will refer to him. Soon enough people just started pouring in, and before you knew, we had mad drinking on our hands.
The night went pretty smoothly with a wide range of women showing up. My girl LFM showed for a little cameo, we got shocked when we played ruit, but hey the best have to lose to keep them in check right? Next time we'll get them buddy. No lies.
Around midnight two, to put it nicely, wildebeasts, were talking to one of my old hockey buddies. Let's call him Orr (As in Bobby Orr, because the dude has the ego of a pro, just not the skills) Orr thinks he's the man, hitting on women and shit, but the women as I said were from the bottom of the barrel, hoodrats to be politically correct.
Eventually Orr starts challenging them to a game of ruit, and he made it interesting, to most of the guys there dismay. He got them to play strip ruit, like take a piece of clothing off everytime they make a cup.
