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Fridays Party: Friday tha 13th: What started out to be a normal night at a Valley party out at Millers began with me showing up first like always to get a fire started, so I did and I poured all tha gas on and lit it giving the 12 people there or less one hell of a show, people on tha way out say they could see it from tha road (it was over 20ft tall). So as the night went on more people showed up and I was asked if I wanted to go trailen, so I agreed. We start down the country road singen ever country song that you could think of and went on down a ways and started to head back to the party because a girl needed to be home at 11:30 so Im on my way and asken where the road is very often and I was assured that I should keep going straight, so I did. As I drove and drove I started to wonder where I was and then we hit the highway? Ok this will be easy another girl says so we head down tha highway for town, then we hit Denison and were like we have to be going the wrong way so I turn around and go back, then we change our minds a few different times and as time goes on we end up right outside of Holton (20miles from where we need to be) and its 11:25 so I hall ass back to the party and get there at about 11:40 the girl gets into her car and drives home, I take a few people into town and when we get there a girl realizes that she left her keys in the other girls car, so she gets a ride home and I head back out to tha party and when I get there I realize that my famous gas can has been set on fire, so I stay there til around 1 or 2 and go home and pass out. The next morning I wake up at 6:48 to head to Meriden to run a fucken 3mile race hung over as fuck. What a Friday tha 13th!
Fridays Party: It was pretty fucking awesome and sorta big for a Valley party and it had its moments, such as: me starting the biggest (highest) fire Ive set all summer, I think haha, then I figured I would sign tha work of art in gas, right as I got to the W it all caught on fire, the gas can, me, and Dre had a shout-out haha. And as tha fire died down to bout 8-9 feet high I decided it would be a good idea to jump through it (if you know the history of my family and jumping over fires at parties it ment certain doom), but in this lucky case I only burnt the back of my hair a tiny bit, Oh well it grows back. Later that night I got to thinken that I would ironically become a fireman someday actually putting out a fire. Wow that really blew my mind. Along w/ the fire there was also a friendly meeting between a kid from Effingdale and some angry Valley people. Again as this wasnt the best party Ive been to (because Im able to remember what happened and am posting it on this site), but it sure made the most of our times in Valley Falls Kansas! |
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