prom like equations a few days ago.. while sitting in jamie's room we came across a plethora of old pictures.. sure we've looked through them before.. but this time they begged to be made into a story..they are stories obviously.. but complied together in a way that made more sense than a stack.. but im lazy.. so instead of a huge story here's the two of the stack make me laugh everytime i look at them.. for the sheer classicness of where we were then.. and what we thought we knew. i give you... picture this. post junior prom. a bunch of us at jamie's moms house.. because she was the cool one who'd let us drink at her house.. me. i didn't go to the prom because i was still jaded from utah and made a pact with lynette we'd both not go.. which she broke at the last second and went.. and i was the only one not to.. but thats not the story.. heh. so theres tom and bobo. tom being tom.. who maybe ive never talked about. tom and i used to be close.. he'd show up at my house at any hour of the night and we'd talk and he'd bitch about everything.. usually the fact that we weren't drunk. and bobo, his sidekick. bobo and i were never close..besides the time they were both at my house drinking themselves silly and somehow punched someones fence and broke it.. ending again.. with the cops at my house. tom and bobo to this day still blame each other when you ask them seperately.. but claim innocence togther.. riiight. i keep getting off track. the funnel! so we're all there. and tom and bobo decided before showing up they HAD to funnel beers. HAD TO. and all of us bright eyed bushy tailed innocent kids were like *yay* do it!!! im not sure why we thought tom would know what he was doing. hah. they show up with the biggest funnel ever. one big blue oil funnel. theres no tubing theres no nothing.. just one straight funnel. we laugh.. but no one questions it.. its a funnel right?? funnel + beer = funneling beer. sure. so tom.. for some reason im not quite sure of lays down on the ground to take on the funnel.. probably because thats the only way you can pour into a regular old funnel.. straight down. now that i think about it.. i can't drink anything when im laying down.. without wearing it or choking on it.. so tom's on the ground.. funnel to his mouth.. bobo standing over him.. the funnel hole is so big its like standing over someone and pouring beer straight down their throat with nothing in between. bobo pours... doesn't stop tom wriggles..and gurgles..sputters.. theres coughing.. and beer.. and gasping for air. we're all sorta like... ooooooooooh. thats gotta hurt. im still not sure what he was thinking. prom < beer x funnel = fun? everyone got drunk minus funneling. and heres where we found tom in the morning. fetal position on the breezeway. and just because the kid pouring makes me giggle.. go here and be amazed..or laugh at his red beer face. |