So, who here as a kid ever had "the sleep-over?" i dont mean like you and your best friends hanging out or anything, im talking the sleepover from hell. It was always against your will, and it was always the kid that you hated down the road.
It would always start out with a fight or something too.
This, i swear to god happened to me: I was hanging out with my best friend at the time, and we get word of a super soaker fight. we go, and i grab my brand new super soaker, the kind with the strap that makes you feel like rambo and shit.
BRAND. FUCKING. NEW. so, we go down and that kid was there, his name was michael. its always michael or cory, some name that just makes you feel uncomfortable. well, michael was down there, and he wanted to see my supersoaker. i know this because he kept following me around, and he finally got to see it. well, i guess he was too stupid to work the pump, and in frustration, he throws it on the ground. shatters it, and then he kicks it around.
what else is there to do at this time but beat the shit out of this annoying twat, right? so, his mom breaks it up and all that, and she takes me by the ear to my house to explain why i just sacked the shit out of her kid. they get to talking, im forced to apoligize, and all of a sudden, that kid is such an angel. he asks if i want to spend the night at his house, and im forced to say yes. cant say no, that'll make my mom look bad.
so, the day comes, i pack anything deemed essential (game boy, comics, tape player, and a movie or two) and go down.
IMMEDIATELY, she inspects my bags, and those are the first things that she confiscates.
"oh, he's not allowed to play video games, and since you're here for him, neither are you.)
:[] and this is the kind of family that has dinner at 4 in the evening, and its always some nasty shit. they always have hunts ketchup too, you ever notice that? whenever a family sucks, they usualy have hunts in the fridge, along with caffeine free diet pepsi and carrot sticks.
so, im hungry as shit, and im ready to pile in and eat. im informed that i am allowed only one scoop of mashed potatoes, one drumstick and all the beans i want. this bitch must have been up out her mind.
i eat my drumstick and go back to mikeys room, to...play pirate. yar. and of course, he's the captain, and i have to play along as his enemy.he complains that im not dying, and he cries to his mommy and shit, and so far i am having the most miserable time of my life.
thats not the worst part though. 6:30 pm rolls around, right? getting ready to watch some tv, when i am informed that i will not be watching any tonight, and i am to get ready for bed immediately.
so, lets recap this so far, okay?
this kid broke my supersoaker, guilt tripped me in to spending the night, forced me to play pirate, his mom confiscates my shit and only gives me a fucking chicken leg...and then i have to go to bed at 6:30?! :][>:=~+:
so, once i get settled into bed and block the sun out of my eyes enough, i decide to sneak a phone call to xavier.
and the call goes like this:
"dude, you gotta help me, im in bed right now, the sheets smell like piss, im starving and they took my gameboy.
what? you're going to pizza hut without me? then the arcade? but-bu-". add in sobbing afterwards and that was pretty much my night.
Im then woken up at 5:30 in the morning for orange juice and a waffle. i get my stuff, go home and sit alone in my bed shaking, freaking out about what just happened. i mean, no kid should ever have to go trhough this, but im sure everyone fucking did.
you tell your friends about it, and whenever you see that kid again, you just give him the nastiest look. like he raped your dog or something.
(thats it so far, im getting the hang of it.)
