It's Christmas 2002. We are having our ghettobouning extravaganza. Danielle wants to lift ornaments off the Christmas trees on Main Street, so we pile in the ghettobouncingmobile and go to P'ville. Danielle's target was the Red Hat-Purple Dress Society Tree, as a club with such a lame ass name deserves to have their ornaments taken. But sadly, we chickened out. But we did end up on level 2 of the parking garage and there were some glass bottles on the railing. Jenny hopped out of the car and decided that rather than directly kicking the bottles down to the alley behind Gelato's, she had aim enough to throw a tiny pebble to knock them down. Except her aim sucked shit. She ended up throwing 16 stones, a broken half of another bottle, and was considering throwing Becca when she just kicked the dang bottle down. It made a loud crashing sound on the street below and shattered into a million and one pieces. She peered over the edge to see if anyone noticed, but HELLO! It's like 2 in the morning, and it's p-ville, do you really think anyone was around to hear or see this delinquent event? If a tree fell down in the forest did it make a sound?!? But we were convinced that the cops were a comin' and the wire like cables on the ceiling were camera cables that filmed the whole event. So we got the heck out of dodge. We fled like Boris Yeltsin on a magic flying carpet.
The end.
PS: We think this background is totally hideous. But it has chains. Like handcuffs. And stuff. Yeah. Okay?
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