The Daily Nuisance
by Matt Hearn
The following is a list of amusing things that happened at a birthday party
the wife and I threw at the end of July:
- I drank a shitload of Red Bull(TM) and Absolut(AlsoTM) and actually
managed to stay up until like 3am. Normally I'm passed out by 11:30. Red
Bull is the greatest shit ever, it really is.
- Ped's (short for Pedram...crazy Iranian motherfucker) (Yes, Ped, I know
you're "Persian," I just like fucking with you) (Maybe I should start this
list item over
- Ped's girlfriend Ally spilled and broke more shit in one evening of
partying than even MY clumsy ass has at parties since I started college. She
spilled liquor on just about everybody, and broke one of our priceless Rolling
Rock pint glasses. Crazy crack whore.
- Jared and I tried to get a bunch of girls to play strip poker, but nobody
was drunk enough yet except for me and Jared. I think Jared grabbed a few
hooters, though.
- Sarah's friend Jess's boyfriend Josh apparently got drunk enough to be
dancing around the beer pong table, trying to confuse his opponents. He and
Jess later fucked in our guest bedroom, according to rumors. Hearndom parties
are the fuckin' best thing since Studio 54, I swear.
- I fired up the grill for the first time all summer. Yeah, pretty late, but
we didn't have gas and I didn't want to be troubled to get fetch any.
- I don't know how we did it; apparently we had more people than I had
suspected, but we kicked an entire fucking keg of Rolling Rock in one evening.
Totally bizarre.
- Nobody puked, that I know of. Enough shit got spilled, though, that I had
to mop the front porch and disinfect the whole fucking house.
- Nobody died, also a good thing.
- Hearnwife didn't get horribly pissed off at me for no discernible reason,
which is something that tends to happen at parties, usually because either I
smoke the sweet sweet cheeba (which she hates 'cause she's not human) or I get
so drunk I pass out and leave the bulk of the party control and cleanup to
her. But sometimes she just gets pissed at me at parties and I can't tell
why. Crackhead.
Anyway, bitchin' party. Too bad you didn't come, but we didn't invite you
because you're a drunken asshole who can't dance. Fucker.
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