The Life Of The Mentally Insane

Alright people, here it is. A place to record all the wonderful memories we cook up each weekend. You know how lazy I am, so I'm gonna need your help. Feel free to write me anytime, with any stories! I dont even care how far back it is! Lol! Feel free to take advantage of this space to make fun of ppl who have done stupid things while under the influence of drugs or alcohol! (oh McG, you and I are in trouble hunny!) NEwho...e-mail me your stuff!





A story by our very own McGraiph...



Lets start at the very first drunken experience we all had together,., that being Curtis Pond!!

Does anyone else remember this?? Once, there was this group of crazy people..all underage.. all in love with this thing called alcohol.. who decided that parting in field with multiple holes and out of control bonfires was a GOOD IDEA! .. Thus.. as the night went on, the female members of this group.. as interlligent and overwhelmingly cool as they are (ahem) managed to get smashed. One of these girls, we'll just call her Aim...era.. yes.. Aimera! was forbidden to drink because the weekend before she almost died from consumption of vodka... ( mm...vod..ka...*drool*)) so she has a clear memory of the night.. well sort of clear.. she doesn't have the best attention span , nevermind memory.. but this is what she recalls.. CLEARLY and unfortunatly sober.. she told this Jess...er.. *Jesser! not to pour alcohol into the fire.. and was proptly ignored.. and almost having Jesser set aflame ! .. then Ronald .. a new friend managed to burn the ever curious.. *Goa .. with a blow torch.. this caused Aimera , Jesser and *Toram to walk , holey, bumpy path.. to a dark, scary, slanted road.. in search of tyenol.. and coming back instead with chips.. finding Goa fine upon their return.. ( Which is good because i don't think chips heal burns) ,,but several close friends passed out ..scattered randomly in the filed.. some quite comfortable on a matress of their own barf.. ( who knew people could barf purple??) one chica.. we'll call her ...um... *Jeffany..was convinced her pant leg was broken.. and could only be convinced to get up by being told she was lying beside a dead bunny. anywho.. the night was memorable..and dispite some bad situations an awesome time. But then, its always fun with you guys.


* name have been changed for the sake of Aimeys Amusement...oh..and being nice.


Well this is my attempt at writing a story. This incident was a little foggy for me however, so feel free to write me with changes! LOL...It all started back in November when we all made plans to head out to Corinne's because her parents were going out of town! We were in for a big surprise when we found out it was an open bar party. Let me tell you, Jamaican rum hasnt meant the same since. Anyways when we arrived everyone was into this hugging hippy mood. I recieved more hugs than I ever had in my life. AWWWW! Anyways as I made the rounds saying hello to everyone I was quite impressed by the lively atmosphere. However I soon came across a limp body, who was trying ever so hard to defy gravity and lift their head. I was overcome with a laughing fit when I realized I was staring at someone who was not only drunk, but plastered to the point of not being able to control their head and body. This person was the most determined soul I have ever met. She kept trying to get up and say hi and walk around, despite the efforts Amanda Walsh was putting forth to keep her in one spot. Everytime she would raise her little head it would crash back down to the floor. It seemed she was purposely trying to avoid the pillows we were frantically trying to cusion the blows with. She even managed to stand at one point and collapse to the groud like a baby just learning to walk. As humerous as it was it was nowhere near the excitement we would later see. Soon everyone in the house was close to as drunk as this person I spoke of. The owner of the house chased one boy around the kitchen for, what I'm told, thirty minutes to two hours. Craazy times! Soon the extremely drunk person I was talking about b4 was fitting in just fine amoungst the other drunks. This same person also did something I will never forget. She started a line of pukers. This I tell you is no joke. She blew chunks and in turn started everyone else tossing their cookies! That house wreaked of vomit and alcohol. How it was ever cleaned up I do not know.
The neighbours of the house were kind folks. I spoke to them numerous times so I am told. The only time I faintly remember talking to them was once. They came to the door and I being the interestingly insane drunk that I am told them, "Everything is fine here." They in turn told me they were just watching out for the house and wanted to make sure nothing was getting broken. I in turn piped right up and told them "Oh we have everything under control. You were young once too. Thank you for your concern." And closed the door on them. As mean as it sounds now I do still find it humerous. There were many other funny occurances that night as well. Mainly involving my cousin and I talking about insane things. But nothing that can be written to anyone outside that party. Simply put, that night was crazy...I havent had any nights that insane since.

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