it was dark and the game was on. Andy was with me. "Fucking with 7 goals! that's 6 this period." andy mumbles "that amazing" The TV at this point was muttering at a low volume but that didn't seem to vase us. we were both in the game. Andy opened his mouth to end some silence. "they pulled.. they switched there goalies... oh what a save". TV muttering some players name.. he hangs onto the wistle. Somthing goes silent Andrew looks shocked. "my foots on the ps2.... and it feels like its pulsating.." Followed by an awkwardly confused but happy look." Domi score a goal domi.. Ohh. i want to get a goal with domi". "37 seconds" I'm far to into the game to be mentioning anything but the game at this point. it.. intensifiers. "oh fuck i want to fight" andy exlames. we at this point both come to the awkwardly funny and intense feeling that the hockey game is somewhat real. "here we go fight 20 seconds left.. oh.. shit". "oh my god" i somehow speak. Oh oh he is killin him.. Brutal body shots.. hes getting worked. Brian Allan might lose this fight.. hes.. ki. Brian Allan is going for it.. going for the knock out.! "my god this is going to be on the news" i exclaimed with surrealistic thought. "that was the most vicious fight of the year folks". Andy exclaimes next. "that was an even match".. " .... " I'm stunned. "This game is full of intensity john".. Oh jezz this game's getting vilio- nt."
hahahah that was the trippiest story i have EVER READ. holy jesus. if you can somehow descramble the retard talk it turns into like a play by play of a group of kids playing a hockey game. hahahahaha + rep brother writing is your talent
this was from an audio recorder on my mp3 player and i transfer it to a word format, I'm hoping to write an entire book called "Mount Baker" about real stoner events and trips that are pointless. the recording was after smoking about 50$ of some nice dank.
Yeah... that'd be a good book. Kind of like a collection of short stories. You'd have to have a lot of pictures because stoners like pictures .