if theres anything that screams, "we got drunk and fucked shit up last night" it is none other than a hole in a sheet-rocked wall. Despite the multitude of excuses you have for your parents when they finally arrive home such as:
1. i was moving a chair and slipped
2. I was putting the plates away and had a back spasm.
4. i was brushing my teeth and lost control
none seem to completely suffice our older wiser family members. Upon realization of the hole, they will probably assume the worst, which is a correct and considerably rational stance based on the fact the you and your friends got drunk and "fucked shit up"
that being the case, regardless of the level of parental supervision at this point in your life one thing remains. When you walk into a house and there are a large variety of holes ranging from 3 inches, to 3 and a half feet, you know one thing and one thing for certain. These people like to party. and when they do. things get wild.
whether these holes are a legitimate or "justifiable" act solely based on you and your rowdy guests level of intoxication is really of no matter. and the smarter intelligent intellectual in everyone will most likely say, "ah....stupid drunkenness, if only"-blah blah blah bullshit whatever dude, you guys got a little too loose off the liquids, and shit started to break.
you judge a book by its cover. no sweat. this philosophy works for those with holes in the wall. so next time your proverbial Uncle, grandfather, or whatever older "wiser" (in the confucian sense) being in your life begins preach to you about the nature of first impressions, "books-by-covers" and what not, now you can shed light on a once thought poor judge of character and by none other than the most authoritative theory of drunked fist, back, head, and foot holes in you, your friends, or you parents houses......
Jose.
Friday, May 1, 2009
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