Clearlake

Nolan, Jason, Shai, and I decided to go to Clearlake for a weekend. On the way there we stopped in Westlock for some booze. We bought 96 cold shots (it�s a 6% alcohol beer), 30 Kokanee, and 12 coolers for Shai. We got to Clearlake, met up with Travis and in 5 hours had finished off most of the beer between the 4 of us. In the meantime nobody had known that when we stopped at Westlock I had bought a micky of vodka and poured it in one of the 2 liter bottles of pop we had. Nolan had given the bottle of pop to Travis�s little brother and cousin and told them to have a pop drinking contest. Nobody found out about the vodka until Travis�s brother said he felt funny and I seen the bottle Nolan had given them. We were smoking weed with the guy who was running the campground when I met Travis�s �cousin� Jessie. I was extremely hammered and �thought� she was kind of cute (thought is the key word here). We started making out and fooling around. Nolan came up to me and told me not to continue. I didn�t listen. He told me that I should stop doing anything with her. I didn�t listen. He told me �Ok Keith George warning� (See Jordy Incident)
I listened to him. I stopped everything I was doing with her. When I woke up in the morning I grabbed a beer and started a fire. I noticed writing on my hand. I then realized I had exchanged numbers with her the night before. She stalked me for 3 months before my ex-girlfriend scared her off one night.
Moral: George warning is a phrase I�m going to cherish for the rest of my life.

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