Obviously, you're not a golfer.
Felt like putting up some good Lebowski shit. I can't believe that I spent 40% of my senior year drunk and watching this movie from a couch on a loft 5 feet in the air in a house with a bar and dj booth but no fucking kitchen chairs where I lived in the basement with my future brother in law and wondered constantly when H.D. was going to snap and kill us all.
That was a good fucking time.
Remember when we would have parties with 3 or 4 hundred of our closest friends, and we'd put down tarps on the floor to catch the beer? Fucking great. Pothead in the ceiling was funny, too. Not so much at the time, funny, but more looking back on it funny. How about when Erin and Kyra started dancing on the bar. That kicked ass, too. And when CrazyLantz passed out on the couch in the yard, and was sleeping with the giant stuffed fish.
Fuck. Other great shit that comes to mind: flipping coins to determine who was sober enough to get another keg. Waking up random people on the couch and listening to them explain what the hell they were doing there. Cardboard walls. Raman and the Forman. Larry was a dick. Really hot neighbors. Pappy sleeping in his bed next to people having sex. Parking in the yard. Talking to the cops in nothing but a pair of camo shorts and a hard hat. Keg-erator. Enough guns to take out Ft. Riley. Pot? What pot? Did Meyer ever pay rent? Floor flex during parties. Christmas lights as high class decor.
I guess the Lebowski has nothing on us, but here are some good moments anyway:
"Nihilists...fuck me. I mean, say what you want about the tenets of National Socialism...at least it's an ethos..."
"You're killing your father, Larry!"
"Hey, hey, careful man! There's a beverage here!"
"Walter, I love you, but sooner or later, you're gonna have to face the fact that you're a goddamned moron."
"Man in the black pajamas, Dude. A fucking worthy adversary."
"Jesus." "You said it, man. Nobody fucks with the Jesus."
"Fucking Quintana! That creep can roll, man." "Yeah, but he's a pervert, man..."
"Donny was a good bowler, and a good man. He was one of us. He was a man who loved the outdoors. And bowling. And as a surfer, he explored the beaches of Southern California from La Jolla to Leo Carillo and up to Pismo. He died, as so many young men of his generation, before his time. In your wisdom, Lord, you took him. As you took so many bright flowering young men at Ke Song, at Lon Doc, and Hill 64. These young men gave their lives, as did Donny. Donny who loved bowling."
That was a good fucking time.
Remember when we would have parties with 3 or 4 hundred of our closest friends, and we'd put down tarps on the floor to catch the beer? Fucking great. Pothead in the ceiling was funny, too. Not so much at the time, funny, but more looking back on it funny. How about when Erin and Kyra started dancing on the bar. That kicked ass, too. And when CrazyLantz passed out on the couch in the yard, and was sleeping with the giant stuffed fish.
Fuck. Other great shit that comes to mind: flipping coins to determine who was sober enough to get another keg. Waking up random people on the couch and listening to them explain what the hell they were doing there. Cardboard walls. Raman and the Forman. Larry was a dick. Really hot neighbors. Pappy sleeping in his bed next to people having sex. Parking in the yard. Talking to the cops in nothing but a pair of camo shorts and a hard hat. Keg-erator. Enough guns to take out Ft. Riley. Pot? What pot? Did Meyer ever pay rent? Floor flex during parties. Christmas lights as high class decor.
I guess the Lebowski has nothing on us, but here are some good moments anyway:
"Nihilists...fuck me. I mean, say what you want about the tenets of National Socialism...at least it's an ethos..."
"You're killing your father, Larry!"
"Hey, hey, careful man! There's a beverage here!"
"Walter, I love you, but sooner or later, you're gonna have to face the fact that you're a goddamned moron."
"Man in the black pajamas, Dude. A fucking worthy adversary."
"Jesus." "You said it, man. Nobody fucks with the Jesus."
"Fucking Quintana! That creep can roll, man." "Yeah, but he's a pervert, man..."
"Donny was a good bowler, and a good man. He was one of us. He was a man who loved the outdoors. And bowling. And as a surfer, he explored the beaches of Southern California from La Jolla to Leo Carillo and up to Pismo. He died, as so many young men of his generation, before his time. In your wisdom, Lord, you took him. As you took so many bright flowering young men at Ke Song, at Lon Doc, and Hill 64. These young men gave their lives, as did Donny. Donny who loved bowling."
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