Sunday, December 14, 2008

Hanging with Flat Eric

So, I have been hanging with my bud Flat Eric lately. Man, I thought I could drink, jesus wept! Flat Eric must have a liver of fucking stone! This homey can pound down the brew, boy. The other day we were doing the 136 shuffle and I swear he must have drunk like 25 cans of Anchor. Then he proceeded to dance with the chicks at Night Owl with his fuzzy face buried in LeeLee's huge knockers. He disappeared with her and a few other chicks he barfined...what a freaking nutter. He was out the next night all over again...I was still hung over as hell. He called me a pussy for not keeping up with his fuzzy yellow ass.

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