Plamondon Mud Bogs

Travis, Jason, and I decided one fine weekend that we were gonna go to the mud bogs in Plamondon. So we stopped in Boyle and picked up 24 Kokanee, a 26 of red Sour Puss, and a 26 of SoCo, plus some orange juice. We got there, met up with my parents and were just in time to see the last of that days races and then proceeded to get hammered. Jason had come up with a modified Gladiator, it was half a shot of Sour Puss, half a shot SoCo and then drop into half a glass of orange juice and chug it. After quite a few beer and quite a few of those I was in fine shape. We met up with two chicks that Jason knew and I got one of them to drive my car so we could try and find a party we had heard about in the area. We went to the area we thought it was in, nothing. So we went to a field, nothing. So we just decided to head back to town by that time all of our beer was gone so Travis and I went to the bar for another 24. We cruised around town for a little longer and ended up basically kidnapping two people from off the street. We found nothing else of interest in the town so we headed to Jason�s friend�s motel room. We drank there for a bit until we thought it would be a good idea to go walking around town because by that time we had all been drinking and there was a shit load of cops around town. We ended up at a park and played on that for a little bit. This is the last I remember of the night. I woke up at 6 a.m. on a swing in somebody�s back deck. How I made it to the back deck I don�t know. I stumbled back to where I was camping and passed out again until about noon. I was told later that after we were done on the park we decided to walk the girls back to their motel room. I was so drunk I tried to pass out in a dirt pile in someone�s front yard and Travis and Jason couldn�t make me move for anything so they left me there. They walked them back and then ended up getting in an argument over smokes so Jason decked Travis in the face. Travis didn�t like this much so he phoned his mom to come get him and he went home. Jason went to retrieve me but by that time I was already gone from the dirt pile (I was probably on the back deck by then.) He went and got my parents because he figured the cops had picked me up. They searched the town for a couple of hours without finding me then gave up and figured I would turn up in the morning. They were a little pissed off when I got up at noon but were relived I wasn�t incarcerated. Jason and I then did a wander around town to pick up all the shit I had left behind the night before. My car keys and Zippo were at the park, my car was at the motel, and I found my other lighter on one of the streets. There was not a street in Plamondon that didn�t have at least one beer bottle or some tubes on it from us the night before.
Moral: Smokes can cause problems even between friends especially when your to drunk to roll your own

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