So this is a good story. I was laying in my bed the other day at my pad, and started to smell a really fucked up, almost radioactive type shit. I go into the living room to find myself in a thick cloud of smoke.
I open the fucking microwave, and there is a little black, sticky peice of tar that use to be a single slice of pizza 20 minutes ago. He put it in the microwave, hit the wrong button, and crashed out, leaving me to once again pick up the peices.
He is a metalhead. He doesnt do much but get fucked up, work, and play wack ass metal music. "Rite on" is pretty much his answer to everything.
"Dude, I just saved your fucking life" "Oh....Rite on...."
This has happened like 4 or 5 times. He still wants me to pay half of the rent too. Yeah right.
Rite on.
If I hadn't been there, the apartment would have set on fire. It was almost in flame stage, and it still have 15 mins left.
Whiskey + Heavy Metal + Flaming Pizza = oh..... Rite On.....
I open the fucking microwave, and there is a little black, sticky peice of tar that use to be a single slice of pizza 20 minutes ago. He put it in the microwave, hit the wrong button, and crashed out, leaving me to once again pick up the peices.
He is a metalhead. He doesnt do much but get fucked up, work, and play wack ass metal music. "Rite on" is pretty much his answer to everything.
"Dude, I just saved your fucking life" "Oh....Rite on...."
This has happened like 4 or 5 times. He still wants me to pay half of the rent too. Yeah right.
Rite on.
If I hadn't been there, the apartment would have set on fire. It was almost in flame stage, and it still have 15 mins left.
Whiskey + Heavy Metal + Flaming Pizza = oh..... Rite On.....
