Quote Originally Posted by HalfBaked
So last night we come home from the bars downtown and I'm so drunk I want to pass out in the car.

Well Landon gets pissed because I'm outside screaming at them to let me sleep in the car and I was waking up neighbors that they forcably remove me from car. I'm like telling them to **** off and this and that. Well he gets pissed off and because he was drunk starts punching me in the face. Then he walks away, and as he walks away I start talking more **** and screaming at him so he turns around and comes back over and starts hitting me more lol.

I didn't really remember this, but my other roommate told me about it. It also explains why there is blood all over my shirt lol.

The best part is, when I finally went upstairs to go to bed, the girl that I was with last night was passed out in my bed and I came out of my room screaming "WHO THE **** IS IN MY BED?! I DON'T GIVE A ****. I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHO THE **** IS IN MY BED!" Then they explained who it was, and I went to bed, but 5 minutes later I came back out again screaming "WHO THE **** IS IN MY BED!"
Lmfao! I had something like this happen to me last year. My friends and i were in a tahoe drunk and a song came on the radio i wanted to hear, so i started bitching at my friend tony to get off the phone. He starting bitching back.. blah blah blah.. finally he said "hit me you won't" and so i did, sorta beat his ass in the car(he was in the front seat and i was in the back. We pulled over on the side of the road, i couldn't hit him anymore(my knuckles bruised up so bad you couldn't tell i had knuckles, like a really fat persons hands). Basically he just kinda threw me around on the side of Buford HWY.

true friends can kick each other's ass and be ok the next morning

edit: oh yea landon, i chilled with some guys that knew you(back in chattanooga). all i remember is that one of them had a e36 m3 and he said your "silvia" kicked his ass back in high school