40 Unique Guild Members 75 Level 85 characters 484 Website/Forum Members 10 Posts in 24 hours 62 Posts in 7 days 80159 Total Posts ismael is the last poster
40 Unique Guild Members 75 Level 85 characters 484 Website/Forum Members 10 Posts in 24 hours 62 Posts in 7 days 80159 Total Posts ismael is the last poster
I was in a tyler perry movie called Why did i get married (was actually good), and just before the ending climax of the movie, the power went out. Some fag came out with a flashlight to calm all the black kids screaming in the theater and told us that the entire city is down. As I was walkin back to this girls dorm i was with, some guy drives next to me and asks if a plane crashed. I told him hes retarded and he drove off. More and more people started talking about this plane crash. I called my dad and asked him to hop on the internet and apparantly a small plane with only one guy in it crashed on the corner of Tennessee and Ocala street. I live on Tennessee and Call which is one block away. We decide to walk over and see it. There was half a plane sticking out of the ground, no fire, and the whole front of the plane was smushed in like a pancake. The pilot survived with only a broken leg dont ask me how. I met up with my buddy steve and we went to a grocery store called Albertsons right by the crash that had a backup generator and he stole a bottle of Nutella. Then we went to a pizza place next door and he put it on his garlic break, fuckin gross. After that we met up with a bigger group of people and saw Harold and Maude (all of these movies were playing at the on campus movie theatre). Shit was weird but a really good movie. And after it I went back to my dorm and the lights were on in the rooms but the hallways and one elavator was still off. I got to my floor and a bunch of the guys were chillin in the hallway smokin pot with our RA who just found out hes not getting rehired next year. I join them and then we watched road trip on my RAs big screen. Im about to hit the sheets but i wanted to write it down how it happened so i remember. nuts story.
some guy drives next to me and asks if a plane crashed. I told him hes retarded and he drove off.
You needed to write down a story about how the power went out, you acted like an asshole to a random person, and you watched a movie at someones house?
I got to my floor and a bunch of the guys were chillin in the hallway smokin pot with our RA who just found out hes not getting rehired next year. I join them and then we watched road trip on my RAs big screen. Im about to hit the sheets but i wanted to write it down how it happened so i remember. nuts story.
I got to my floor and a bunch of the guys were chillin in the hallway smokin pot with our RA who just found out hes not getting rehired next year. I join them and then we watched road trip on my RAs big screen. Im about to hit the sheets but i wanted to write it down how it happened so i remember. nuts story.
I like you max, so realize that this is a joke.
LOOLOOLOL SO HIIIIII!!!! POT IS CULLLL.
hehe its ok i expected it when i posted, i was pretty fucked when i made this lol but yeah true story. and to respond about me callin the dude in the car a retard. In Tallahassee, drunk kids drive up to you and yell random shit all the time, so ive just started calling them retarded and walking away.
ps. why do you care so much that he stole Nutella? That seems to be a focal point of the story. It's Nutella. No one cares. I bet if you walked up to the manager at Albertson's and told him you were stealing Nutella, he'd laugh and ask if you wanted the whole case.
ps. why do you care so much that he stole Nutella? That seems to be a focal point of the story. It's Nutella. No one cares. I bet if you walked up to the manager at Albertson's and told him you were stealing Nutella, he'd laugh and ask if you wanted the whole case.
Also, stealing is for faggots.
hes just this really spanish kid that steals shit a lot its just part of the story
ps. why do you care so much that he stole Nutella? That seems to be a focal point of the story. It's Nutella. No one cares. I bet if you walked up to the manager at Albertson's and told him you were stealing Nutella, he'd laugh and ask if you wanted the whole case.
Also, stealing is for faggots.
hes just this really cuban kid that steals shit a lot its just part of the story