| The Jackal | ||
| I have a confession to make. I'm not a very nice person. I try to fake it half the time, but I probably just come across as being farcical or insincere. Someday, I am going to seriously fry in hell. With my unrelenting assholy-ness, I can't say I didn't have it coming. And when I stand before God and ask why I'm being sent to roast for all eternity, he will calmly replay this highlight on the big screen. This is what will play: | ||
| Allison and I went with some friends to this party off campus at some townie's house. Inside: mostly males partaking in an ancient ritual of getting inebriated and huddling into groups, talking about chicks and whatever guys talk about when they're around each other. Allie and I occupied the kitchen area, in lieu of anywhere else to go. A large blue plastic tub filled with "jungle juice" sat next to the counter on the kitchen floor. Occasionally, coeds came by and dipped their cup into the trough, and wandered back into their assembled groups. | ||
| So there we were, minding our own business when some drunken asshole in a green polo shirt strayed from the pack and approached Allie. "So are you fucking this guy, or what?" and nodded at me. The group of his dummy friends burst into laughter while Allison headed downstairs. For me, hardly anything to get excited about. I caught up with Allison and soon realized that the guy's comment offended her. |
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| It felt too late to go upstairs and confront this douchbag, so I went into the bathroom, pulled myself out of my pants, and proceeded to pee into a bottle of Bud Light I was nursing. What is Channing going to do? My friends wondered. NO, he isn't going to do THAT, is he? Despite the nervous looks from my cohorts, I walked upstairs, emptied the bottle of warm piss into the big blue tub full of jungle juice, and walked out the front door to the getaway car. | ||