So there we were last night going out to a bar. We were on the subway and I don't remember how it happened, but I got lost from my friends. I was completely blacked out at this point, about 13 shots in at least. Somehow I ended up on a train going downtown and these two black guys and some black girl started talking to me. Not sure what went on, but they brought me back to some house party in the middle of the fucking ghetto at Nostrand Ave in Brooklyn. (If anyone knows what thats like.)

So the first thing they tell me is 'Don't say the word nigga or any form of it or you will get stabbed". The house party was in a fucking crack house, and I was the only white guy there. There were people just sitting and smoking and drinking. No music. No talking. The guy that brought me there rolled me a J that he made me smoke.

Then the "big momma" of the house came over and started yelling at the guy because he had a new scar on his face from some knife fight. At this point I was about to throw up, so I said goodbye to everyone and the big momma escorted me outside. I threw up on the sidewalk and she told me how to get home. Nice lady.

I passed out on the subway and ended up at the last stop uptown. That was at around 4:40 am. I was halfway asleep waiting for the train to go back downtown and some guy tried stealing my wallet. When he noticed that I was awake he tried to play it off like he was just warning me not to sleep on a train. Fuck you, asshole. I got back at 6 am and passed out in bed. I'm so thankful that I wasn't stabbed last night.

No trannies were involved at any point.

I am so proud of you.

Sorry to hear about the lack of trannies. Better luck next time.

I always find that maplifiers is a great place to talk about my drunk tales.

This.

On the upside, as long as you don't get stabbed the night before, you always get another shot at blacking out with trannies the next one.

It always goes back to the trannies.

I really can't think of a better place for this.
Anywhere else (a place most likely filled with sane people) would look down upon you with shame.
We applaud your debauchery.

Debauchery is our collective middle name.

Can't wait to see what next week brings.

I wish I had the time and patience to turn these into ms paint weekly updates.

This.

I had a shockingly uninteresting weekend. I had a business meeting for some design stuff, worked at my studio, recorded a demented song and read a lot.

Next weekend is a three day bender. Ms. D already took Monday off and I don't have to be in until noon.

To Mr. Bass Destroyer: I applaud thee.

I believe this applies to every single one of us.

Perhaps we can have something post-Halloween weekend. Stupid constumes will make the MSPaint/Photoshop documentaries even better.

Agreed.

If only this was 2 years ago.
My friends and I used to go out and do terrible things to people and their vehicles on Halloween with paintball guns.
It became a weekend ritual for 2 months until we got WAY too close to being caught.

On it.

OK so the Thursday after Holloween it shall be MSPaint Thursday. This way we can have a few days to talk of our debauchery then devise ways to express it in digital format. I shall make an announcement.

Huzzah!

So awesome.

Das ist fantastisch.