It was some kind of flop house, for local metal bands.
Debaucherous, dirty, Old house on a snowy moutain.
Me and my bandmate from HS were there, meeting the rest of the guys in HCN...
People passed out on the floor littered with pizza boxes and beer cans.

Cats running around fighting over, and eating scraps of rotten food.

Some skeezy chicks were trying to put out, but then a van showed up and a bunch of weird fuckers hop out with swords, and start raiding the house, chopping motherfuckers up.

I suddenly was holding a shotgun, and 2 rounds, and just start firing.
Fuckers are dropping by the half dozen.
Everytime I reload, I have 2 more shells in my hand, automatically.

This one guy, keeps chasing me, and I shoot at him but keep missing.

Like my gun barrel is too long, and I cant line up a sight picture on him.

Finally, I flip around and put a slug in his head, but all it does is take a chunk of his hair off.

Now he's PISSED, and turns red.
Now its like counterstrike, when they used to turn the 'glow' on.

This guy is running at me, glowing red, and I am OUT of ammo.
I run outside, and grab 2 more shells, from a cable spool, whip around once more, and shoot.

The doods head blows up into a buttery mist!!
I actually tasted the butter.

The guys in the band are all doing this 'hip hip hooray' thing and they carry me upstairs, and gave me a beer.

I woke up like I was holding a rifle, and there was an open Grape soda, sitting next to me, that I DO NOT remember opening.


Strange eh??

There is a dead cat somewhere on your property.

Not too strange. Sounds like...last Saturday night? I bet one of the chicks was drinking the Grape soda though. I mean...Grape soda...

Grape soda....favorite drink of the naygro.

Grape soda???

Jeezus dude....sounds to me like a couple of niggers broke into your house to steal all of the grape soda and fried catfish when you were startled awake and grabbed a gun. You probably ended up chasing the niggers out, then ended up taking a bite out of the butter in the fridge, and decided to wash it down with your coveted grape soda.

wow.

powerkok said:


Hahahahahaha....I was writing my last post while you posted this one.....hahahahahahahaha...

We think alike much too much.

hahahaha that is a good theory hose.

Check the stick of butter, dude. Seriously...hahahahahaha.

hahahahaaaha...I did. really.
No butter tampering was evident.

although, its hard to tell if the country crock was tampered with.

my dream was all about ending up at a concert by accident with no flash!

Country crock?? You probably had your fingers in it.....

I mean it is a crock after all......and we all know that niggers love grape soda and that crocks are really big tubs.

hahaha, great story.