boys night

So last night a few of our friends who are girls, decided to have a girls only "girl's club night." Feeling left out we decided to have our own party night. We made stir fry and watched the clippers game. Things were hot sweet and dandy at first. However after a prank on the house from the girls club girls our evening spiraled into a chow main cluster fuck. Our egos received an early blow and after one failed retaliation moral was real low. We argued of methods of pranks and tactics for a few hours. No clear prank was the stinkiest so we resorted to what guys know best. Big human dumps. Im unsure if this was a metaphor for our lives or just the night or what but we had a plan. Flip off the breakers, un-screw the light bulb in the bathroom, turn off the water to the toilet, and lay a big one. Wrap the toilet with a plastic bag then off into the night. We underestimated the better half of human genders. Our pranks were busted. Who knew a girl would know how to work the breakers or even know where they were. Even before we knew they were busted we got hit with several more pranks and arguments continued to dark places. Everyone leaves and Ryan needs to go home. So we take separate cars to see if they figured out our prank and to see if they needed our help. Or maybe it was to play another prank or to just reminess of a funny evening. On the way Ryan sees the ghost of his girlfriends car (probably going to prank us for the 10th time) and he hits the curb popping 2 of the tires in SHELLEY'S car. Only one spare, two tires done and we are fucked. Not much to do that evening except face the music and the music was really really really loud. We woke up this morning spent a million hours fixing 2 tires, had some breakfast thanks to Natalia (a joke i remember her name).

Everything is in order and then I check my voice mail. It's the cherry on top. There is no doubt in my mind about who is the smarter sex. Good job girl's club.

(a voicemail from colonics express.)

2 out of 1 million popped tires