Thanksgiving was supposed to be spent with my dad, his girlfriend, and my boyfriend. Well my dad got sent to the hospital cus he was real sick (food poisoning. He's fine now) and his gf had her mom go to the same hospital for strep throat (she is also fine now). So me and my bf decided we'd go to his friends house. Well his friends were trashed, so he decided to get drunk. I can't drink at this point in time (*but once April comes... oh boy!!!*) so I stayed sober and just drank Mountain Dews. Then I heard "Hey, Shelly, can you go pick up this guy and his friends?" "Sure" So I picked up 5 really really drunk guys and brought them to the house. But then they wanted their girlfriends, who wanted some of their friends, who had to go say hi to someone across town, who then wanted to come over to the party I didn't know we were having. By the time 2AM hit, there were over 30 drunks in my apartment and I only knew 3 of them.
One guy decided to hit on me, which my bf didn't like, so they got in a fight in the yard. But instead of fighting, they got to the yard, swung at each other, then fell against my truck and proceeded to sleep. People were dropping like flies around me. There were 9 people passed out on my 3 person couch, puke EVERYWHERE, and then the cops come....
"ma'am are you hosting a party?"
"not on purpose..."
"well.. do you need help?"
"No, it's pretty covered.."
"Alright. Call if you need anything" and left. Thank god. I did not want to go to jail. (I'm underaged, they're not.)
So I go out and look out the window to make sure my truck was ok and it was just... covered in puke. I wanted to cry. I went out with the spray hose and rinsed it off, the sprayed the ones in the yard until they came back inside. Dumb idea. They were wet, so they stripped, so now there's a few naked guys, which gets the still concious females stripping. I called my friend to come over and baby sit while I drove people home. I can only legally hawl 4 passengers in my vehicle. So afer that was all taken care of I realsed I hadn't seen my bf in a long while. SO I look EVERYWHERE and find him in the bathroom sleeping in our bathtub with a guy. They're all cuddled up and sound asleep. I took a picture then put daniel in bed and left the guy in the tub. The great thing is, the two men hate each other enough to kill.
When everything was settled, I laid down in bed, only to find that there was a pile of puke under my blanket. I wanted to cry. I never want another holiday like that again...
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