Admiral Woofington
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GAF it's way too early and I'm already tipsy and watching house of cards with friend. Do I keep going? And do I wait until he's distracted and karate chop his ass?
GAF it's way too early and I'm already tipsy and watching house of cards with friend. Do I keep going? And do I wait until he's distracted and karate chop his ass?
GAF it's way too early and I'm already tipsy and watching house of cards with friend. Do I keep going? And do I wait until he's distracted and karate chop his ass?
I have a pretty good story involving a Karate Chop. I was at a friend's house and we were both about 13-14 years old, so dumb as fuck. We had just got back from going to a theme park, Knott's Berry Farm in SoCal. My friend was able to convince his mom to get him a pocket knife while we there. The event in question happened while we were unattended, (his mom was a Taxi driver and worked weird hours.) So, I went to the bathroom, his bathroom had a short, straight and narrow hallway leading to it. While I was in there, I heard some rustling around outside.
I realized that it was my friend waiting outside of the bathroom door trying to scare me, surprise me, whatever. So, I decided to come out swinging, in the form of an open palmed Karate chop. While I was striking down upon my friend, I realized he was holding something. He had his pocket knife drawn, and my hand came right down on it.
My pinky finger on my right hand immediately cut open and had a fingernail shape and sized piece of skin hanging off it. We both panic, I grab a hand towel, apply pressure and stop the bleeding.
Everything works out, outside of some minor nerve damage that still to this day effects how my palm completely opens and how the pinky finger rests. The scar is appropriately in the shape of question mark. A great WTF moment in Booshka history.
I have a pretty good story involving a Karate Chop. I was at a friend's house and we were both about 13-14 years old, so dumb as fuck. We had just got back from going to a theme park, Knott's Berry Farm in SoCal. My friend was able to convince his mom to get him a pocket knife while we there. The event in question happened while we were unattended, (his mom was a Taxi driver and worked weird hours.) So, I went to the bathroom, his bathroom had a short, straight and narrow hallway leading to it. While I was in there, I heard some rustling around outside.
I realized that it was my friend waiting outside of the bathroom door trying to scare me, surprise me, whatever. So, I decided to come out swinging, in the form of an open palmed Karate chop. While I was striking down upon my friend, I realized he was holding something. He had his pocket knife drawn, and my hand came right down on it.
My pinky finger on my right hand immediately cut open and had a fingernail shape and sized piece of skin hanging off it. We both panic, I grab a hand towel, apply pressure and stop the bleeding.
Everything works out, outside of some minor nerve damage that still to this day effects how my palm completely opens and how the pinky finger rests. The scar is appropriately in the shape of question mark. A great WTF moment in Booshka history.
My birthday sucked pretty hard. Mostly because my girlfriend was pissed for not going to the pub and instead playing videogames and drinking alcohol at my place. It ruined the whole mood and a potentially nice little party.
But at least I got Bayo 2, Mario Kart 8, a French Press and fucking Zelda Monopoly as gifts!
My birthday sucked pretty hard. Mostly because my girlfriend was pissed for not going to the pub and instead playing videogames and drinking alcohol at my place. It ruined the whole mood and a potentially nice little party.
But at least I got Bayo 2, Mario Kart 8, a French Press and fucking Zelda Monopoly as gifts!
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Also I just typed sentimenchill into iMessage
So, for the first time in my life I've gotten fucked up to the point of throwing up. I hardly remember anything. I've only been drinking for about 2 months. Depression drinking I think. I didn't drive but I fell asleep in the car and woke up around 5 am to the car honking. I was looking for the keys but couldn't find them, got out to look with a flashlight but then I realized they must be in here because how else would I have gotten in lol, they were on the passenger floor, ugh. I felt good enough to drive, so I went home but then I decided to go put gas. My sister called me, she said my mom was going crazy because she didn't see the car in the driveway but I'm sure she cares more about the car then me. Went to McDonald's and got 2 sausage egg mcmuffin awww yeah. I'm sitting in the driveway writing this. I have work in about 4 hours but I'm gonna call in sick or whatever, my supervisor is cool, she'll understand. OK time to head in for bed.
Edit: I honestly don't know why I wrote this, not like anyone cares >_>
It's your birthday, not her excuse to be taken out for a party. Enjoy it the way you want to. If she wanted to stay in on her birthday and watch movies/TV or whatever, and you were pissy about not going out, you'd be the bad guy right?
Happy Birthday, do you.
Thanks guysYour Bday, your rules. Glad you got dope gifts. Happy birthday.