i feel like a terrible blogstar. ive let all my followers down. yes, we might only have one follower for the blog but i have still hurt you, and for that i apologize from the bottom of my (insert heart symbol). to be honest, im really not sure why i havent blogged in a while. i always think to myself....hey im going to blog tonight.... and then for some reason it never happens. and then when i should not be blogging, aka right now during my econ lab, i find the perfect time to log in and begin on a new post. lastly, one of the main reasons that this post is coming today, is the fact that i could not let a month go by and have no posts on the blog. i dont think there has been an empty month since the beginning of this literary composition.
so here it is, monday februrary 28th, just one day returning to knoxville from another interesting weekend in athens, georgia. i will tell all of you a wonderful story of a man, whose name is being protected to not further damage his reputation, not that he has much of one anyways, named hase chargis. this man let mell hall get the best of him. i cant even say that athens got the best of him because really, he didnt even make it to athens. he may not have been lost in the flood, but he might as well have been lost in the throwup on the staircases. while he may have learned alot about america this weekend; about how the varsity is an institution and bruce is gods right hand man, he definately did not learn how to control how much water he consumed, and by water i mean whiksey, and by whiskey i mean shots- lots of them (good use of the dash? i think so).
so the story goes. it was russell hall. maybe 4 or 5 in the afternoon when the first drink was poured. i awoke from a short slumber to find the cup empty. a shot or two in? not a problem. but it didnt stop there, someone came up with a brilliant idea for hase chargis to take a few shots before dinner. cough cough tiedye. so the shots began, 3 would have been sufficient, but why not keep going? and you sure as hell cant stop on 6 because that is the devils number. 7 it was, lucky number seven. if my talley is correct, we should be somewhere around 8 or 9 shots, all before 8pm. can you guess what the rest of the story is? ofcourse you cant, so thats why im going to tell you.
so this fellow hase chargis continued to drink, and with every drop of whiskey he became increasingly more stupid and creepy. continously saying that he loved tiedye and that she was not fat, he suddenly felt the urge to go and sit on the stairs outside of the room. an innocent bystander, tiedye sat by his side, comforting the poor rookie who was overcome with excitment by the magic of athens. and then he threw up, yea, thats gross as shit. everywhere...on the stairs. according to a source of mine, hase chargis actually slipped in the vomit going down the stairs on his way to make out with the toilet.
needless to say...hase chargis had an early bedtime in athens.
stay tuned for part 2 of hase chargis and the magical athens trip when we discuss why the hell all of tiedyes hand lotion is gone when it was sitting out next to her laptop....gross.
well i guess thats all for now. this post has taken me so long.
hittin you with a blog from knoxvegas,
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