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I was Bloody Mary for a night! Well....not really... |
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Yeah, you know how accidents seem to happen at the worst possible time? Well, listen to this; A few days ago, I think it was like May 26th or something, I know it was a Monday! But anyway, my friend Madison was over right. Well, we couldn't get her home so she stayed with us that night....bad choice. We'll get to that later. Like I was saying, we were up until like 3:00 am because we're stupid. I was tired around 1:30 and, since it was a school night, figured I should get some shut eye. But, Zack, my annoying a** uncle, decided to start a game that I really didn't like. We walked out into the kitchen (he didn't want me to pass out...) and Madison and I start talking about this one time when I was at her house and we had soap wars. Lucky me, Zack over heard. Basically, soap wars consist of a kitchen, alot of soap, ALOT of water, and a HELLUVA ALOT of pain. We had races and slid and slipped. It was fun but painfull....especially with pointy counters and an ISLAND! Not talking about Lost here. Anyway, Zack brings out the soap and water. Me, being so responsible, oppose this new fun game. Zachary (his true name), influenced me it was, "a funner way to mop the floor! It'll be SO clean in the morning!" Though I may be responsible, I'm also a dumb a** at 2am and I havn't slept for the pass 2 or 3 nights. Of course, I went for it, eyes half opened and mind half shut down; the part of the mind I needed. So, we continue on our merry lil' way (I DID NOT TOUCH THE SOAP!), slipping and sliding, leaping and gliding, falling and landing....yelling in pain. But, a little while in, around 2:30, I was done man. I told Zack, "Dude...I'm 'bout to pass out. I'm taking a shower then heading to bed..." Zachary pleaded for me to stay a while longer, by now 88% of my brain was not functioning so lil' red dumbass (red from pain) walks over and slides across the floor. When I got back up, trying to reach some nice, grabby carpet, I reached for the island's side and managed to stand. Zack was ready to slide head first into my wobbly self which wasn't the smartest idea. He started towards me, jumping off the carpet as I told him "No don't!" But by then Zack was already on the floor and I was about 5 seconds later. He hit me head on and my arms were busy trying to regain my balance so my jaw took the fall. My eyes were shut as I lay in subtle darkness. I believe I was in a short coma-like state of some kind in which was on the border line of conciousness. As I lay there, jaw throbbing and yet I felt completely numb in this sedated darkness, I pondered what had become of my poor, damaged body. What the hell...Oh dear god no! Did I break my jaw? Are my teeth in my brain?! DO I STILL EVEN HAVE TEETH?! Wait...I...I can check...wh-where's the bathroom mirror...? As I regained semi-conciousness and nearly failed trying to keep my balance, I look towards Madison to see the damage. To my surprise, her normally semi-rosy cheeks were flushed as her eyes gazed upon my face. How scared do you think I was? "Madison?" I stuttered, blood began splurting from my mouth as I tried to complete my sentance, "Wh-what's wrong...?" Then I saw the blood. "...Holy s**t..." Unbelievably, I said that as calm as possible. I started spitting on the floor to confirm it was the dark red substance I was sure it would be. "Is that...Is that my blood? Zack..." I looked over at my oppressor as he looked the same way Madison did. "Zack...WHAT DID YOU DO?!" I flew, yes, FLEW into the bathroom at the speed of god damn light and planted myself before the image of a ******** off bloody mary. I swear to Christ I was like her twin. I looked at my self, touched the blood to see if it was truly there, then started laughing. I am not lying. I ran out, blood dripping down my chest as if I just came back from feasting off a human in Dawn of the Dead, and said EXCITEDLY, "Heh! I look like ********' bloody mary! Ha!" I find it much less painful if you laugh at yourself. Madison and Zack started staring at me like I was friggin' crazy. "Are...Are you okay?" Zack asked, obviously seeing if he'd get in as much trouble as I'd wish him to. "Yes Zack, I'm fine..." Yeah right, "NO I AM NOT ******** FINE YOU DUMBASS SON OF A b***h I'M BLEEDIN' FROM THE ******** MOUTH YOU 'TARD!" Madison started laughing as bloood spewed over the surrounding area. After my speach, I broke out laughing. Zack joined in and we all laughed as I lost about a pint of blood just standing there. I stopped laughing though because I was stretching my yet-to-be-discovered scar. "I gotta take a shower..." I emplored. Guess what? It was 3am.
I'm tired of typing for now so I'll tell you the rest when I post next...or...
TO BE CONTINUED!
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 Katqueen2 · Tue Jun 03, 2008 @ 12:10am · 0 Comments |
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