Action in the Basement......?

I'm glad to see me and my stories are accepted, always a good laugh! I'm also happy to report I have escaped any serious injuries as a direct result of my blogging endeavours. This time, however, I fear the worst.

I was trying to think of something that could top my concussion, what? story, and was having a horrific time of it. It is, after all, my favorite!

I did manage to recall a little something, and I had to delve DEEP for this story.......my memory's not nearly as good as it used to be for some odd reason......

Think waaaaay back.....the dating had just begun, and I was invited to B.a.D's basement to hang out with him and one of his close friends who in turn, brought along one of his friends. I beleive there were a couple of other girls there as well.

So the drinks were flowing, people were talking, and the friend of B.a.D's friend mentioned a friend of HIS who would like to come over after his shift at a liquor store was over (warning #1).

No one objected, and I recall some talk about him being 'hilariously crazy' ensued (warning#2).

Of course, by the time this guy finally got there, I think B.a.D was probably the most sober one left, seeing as how he wanted to make sure no one accidently skewered his ceiling with a pool cue....again (warning #3).

And so the night went on as such, the empties piled up around the good ol' coca~cola table, when word of a bet came about....Mr. Liquor store said that he bet he could kiss anyone in the room.....the girls, of course, recoiled, trying to remember the scream, kick and run routine....however, to everyone's surprise.....HE WENT FOR THE GUYS FIRST!!!!! B.a.D's friend was caught un-awares (poor soul).....the other guy was so drunk he didn't fully comprehend the situation until it was too late, but B.a.D.........ahhh, B.a.D......

I have NEVER to this day seen a man run as fast as I did that night...around a basement, no less!!....Or gag as hard when he was finally caught......

The sad thing is, at the time, a man got farther with him than I had!

What a tragic night that turned out to be.......


B.a.D Sez:


No comment.

Wait, no, I have one comment... well, more of a question, really.

Why the hell did I agree to let you write on here?!?!


LMFAO!!!!


Mizzle Sez:

Was that little thinly veiled closet case actually P.c.P? Something about running around chasing boys for kisses just SCREAMS P.c.P to me... fag.


P.c.P Sez:

What did you say?!


ANYWAYS, onto other topics. Me and Mizzle are about to fight over B.a.D's affection:

I have big who whos.

There, I win.

Yes, I suppose it's true that you didn't "ask" to wrestle that night.......you just went for it. And I do not suffer from rucking fage black-outs you lying f@$*ing piece of.......... oops....... I mean...... *kisses*!
Oh yes, I almost forgot.....the valtrex thing. Who was it that looked up the name and SENT ME THE LINK again??? I can't seem to remember......oh that's right, it was BAD!!!! (heehee)

It's kind of a shame that I'm not a real doctor (see my last post), because in classic Kat style, I twisted my ankle while WALKING ON THE SIDEWALK the other day........this comes after giving myself a black eye about a month ago while WALKING MY DOG. Yes, that's right. A black eye while walking the dog. Kind of sad, really. I think B.a.D mistakes my clumsiness for rage...

Please send all sympathy donations to KATastrophe c/o B.a.D and co.
I thought I'd mention that there are also stupid guys out there, I could write a fucking book! How about the stalker//clingy/call you thirty times in a day type? OR there's also the macho/druggie/alchie who likes to fight when drunk and leave you creepy messages in the middle of the night type!

Ahhh, good times, good times.

Katastrophe