Everyday Is Better Than The Next

At around 6, I was kidnapped from my house and forced to wear a shirt that said “Kyla’s Bitch” on the front, “Big Pussy” on the sleeve, and had a awful picture of me with “rip 6-4-05″ on the back.To start things off we played a game called beer pong. This is the greatest game ever. You set up cups like bowling pins and try to throw ping pong balls in them. The rules are a little more complex than that but you basically end up drinking a lot of beer.

After this, things get a little blurry. I know that somebody was handing me shots about every 15 minutes. I remember a few of Jason’s toasts such as the toast to max and the toast to the horse that got hit in front of my parents house years ago.

Eventually I got to the point where I couldn’t stand up and I fell of the porch twice causing a rather large knot to form on my elbow which now looks like the biggest bruise you have ever seen. I also got a few scratches from tripping over a guide wire and landing in the trash can.

Here are some pictures of my elbow a few days later:

All in all it was a very good time. I would like to think all that were involved and I wish I could get married again, so we could do it all over again.