So I'm out monkeying around with one of my idiot friends during a tornado tonight. We did things like take videos of ourselves running around in the torrential rain, recording fake newscasts reporting on the tornado, and stuff. I was acting like quite the jackass, basically, doing things like belting out the song "Battery" at the top of my growled voice. Yeah. I'm a real idiot.
It was around 8:00 P.M. that we met a couple of dudes, must have been around 20 each. They asked us what was going on, and we said that the tornado was gonna hit. It was already starting to rain at this point, and crap was flying from the wind. Yeah. It was awesome.
They seemed pretty nice, these guys. They thanked us for the information, then left. But they left, as I wrote. They didn't seem all that important.
Now, my friend lives in a hotel, here in Niagara Falls, and I was here visiting him.
So we've been monkeying around, doing crazy crap, like running around with our shirts off in the lightning and rain. The whole time, we'd been under cover mostly.
At some point, a couple of hot girls showed up, hiding for cover. Naturally, me and my friend made a couple of jokes like "let's (something that rhymes with "duck") for cover" or "I'd like to cover myself with HER!" but they didn't hear them. The girls ended up leaving shortly, and we were sad about that. "We could've (lost it) for the first time in a tornado! How awesome a story would that have been?!"
We continued having fun. Stupid fun, but fun nonetheless. I crawled under a fence during a particularly violent spot of lightning, and ran out into a big, empty soccer field, while he chickened out, and got yelled at by his parents.
I came back by his room, and I doubled on the back pegs of his bike.
Before I did so, the guys from before were on the floor above, shouting "Go dude!" and stuff.
(Note: if you've ever heard the S&M version of Enter Sandman by Metallica, or Fuel by Metallica, you'll understand the next part a little better.)
I was on his back pegs, watching some very hot 20 year old party girls (liquored up, I should mention,) egging me on, not really paying any attention to my friend. I was doing things like shouting "YEAH! OH YEAH! LET LOOSE, MAN!" and "GIMME FUEL, GIMME FIRE, GIMME THAT WHICH I DESIRE!" and I guess that seemed cool to them, out in the middle of a giant tornado (I'm also not that terrible a singer when I get to growl.) When we got back to his door, these hot party girls had been begging me (not my friend) to come upstairs with them. They were popping out their bazombas (yes, that's the word I chose to use) for me.
My friend's parents were making him come inside by this point, and so I said goodbye, and started toward my bike to leave.
Just as I turned around to walk away, one of these hot party girls, with her bazombas out, asked me if I wanted to come upstairs. She said "Me and some of my friends think you're really cute, and we wanted to meet you. We're having a party, and we have alcohol."
(something that rhymes with "duck") YEAH! Is what I was thinking.
But...
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... I said "no."
I said "Thanks, but no thanks. I gotta get home."
So, my question. Am I the stupidest person ever? Hot party girls! Bazombas! And I was looking awesome, too. My hair was all wet and looking cool, my clothes were (as you guessed) wet, and looking cool, (a short-sleeve black dress shirt and dark blue jeans.)
Please answer me! All I can do now is think about my bad choice!
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