Fabioisonfire
total a-hole
<big><big><big>The Beer Drain Story</big></big></big>
All of what I am telling you is true to the best of my memory. This all occurred my junior year of high school (this year).
I'm at my buddy Chase's house, his parents are gone, it's Friday night. We call up some friends and girls and get the alcohol out. So, we're drinking, having a good time, I'm trying to pick up the women along with Chase, life was good.
Then we hear a car pull up.
Me (Drunk as *censored.3.0*) "Chase, where did you say your parents were?"
Chase (Drunk as *censored.3.0*) "I forgot, man..."
Me and Chase "*censored.2.0*! EVERYONE OUT!"
People started getting confused and running out the back door. Chase and I were rounding up empty beer cans, but we had no clue what to do with them.
Chase "What do we do?!" (As people are still running.)
Me "POUR 'EM IN THE SINK!"
Normally, this would be a terrible idea.
Why?
Chase's house was unfinished. We were on the second floor, and below us, the plumbing was completely unfinished. The pipe went down into the unfinished walls and emptied there, too.
We poured tons of beer in the sink, not having any idea where it was ending up. His parents came in through the ground floor (oblivious to the beer draining out, it was on the other end of the room). We heard them coming, and finished the beer off, and ran outside.
We threw the cans every which way, and walked back in and put on our best sober faces.
Chase's mom "Hey boys."
Us "Night."
We drunkenly ran into Chase's room and both passed out, not even thinking about the collateral damage we had unintentionally caused.
I woke up early, hung over, and drove home. Chase and his parents were still asleep.
I went through my weekend normally, and didn't hear anything from Chase until Sunday morning. He texted me something along these lines:
"We are both *censored.3.0*ing idiots and we're both *censored.3.0*ed"
Me "Huh?"
I didn't hear back from him, and I saw him on Monday. This was what our conversation went like.
Me "Dude, what's up?"
Chase "Dude, we *censored.3.0*ing RUINED my downstairs. The carpet is ruined and the walls are too, I'm so *censored.3.0*ed, my mom is gonna call yours."
Me "Wait, what the hell did we do?!"
Chase "The beer! We poured it down the sink and it emptied into the *censored.3.0*ing wall!"
Me "... Are you *censored.3.0*ing serious?"
Chase "Dead."
Me "We are."
I went through the school day nervous as hell, and when I got home, my mother was standing there, waiting for me, phone in hand, like a *censored.3.0*ing movie.
Mom "You don't need to explain anything, I know it all."
Me "Ma-"
Mom "You two have a lot of work to do to pay for that, and I hope you know you're in big trouble for drinking."
Me "Yeah. How much money?"
I think the total was around $2,500.00 for each of us. How the *censored.3.0* did beer do that much damage!? *censored.2.0*.
I had a lot of money from work, but I wasn't giving that up. So I mowed their lawn for the rest of the year, and Chase and I shoveled to pay it off.
Worst *censored.3.0*ing idea ever.
All of what I am telling you is true to the best of my memory. This all occurred my junior year of high school (this year).
I'm at my buddy Chase's house, his parents are gone, it's Friday night. We call up some friends and girls and get the alcohol out. So, we're drinking, having a good time, I'm trying to pick up the women along with Chase, life was good.
Then we hear a car pull up.
Me (Drunk as *censored.3.0*) "Chase, where did you say your parents were?"
Chase (Drunk as *censored.3.0*) "I forgot, man..."
Me and Chase "*censored.2.0*! EVERYONE OUT!"
People started getting confused and running out the back door. Chase and I were rounding up empty beer cans, but we had no clue what to do with them.
Chase "What do we do?!" (As people are still running.)
Me "POUR 'EM IN THE SINK!"
Normally, this would be a terrible idea.
Why?
Chase's house was unfinished. We were on the second floor, and below us, the plumbing was completely unfinished. The pipe went down into the unfinished walls and emptied there, too.
We poured tons of beer in the sink, not having any idea where it was ending up. His parents came in through the ground floor (oblivious to the beer draining out, it was on the other end of the room). We heard them coming, and finished the beer off, and ran outside.
We threw the cans every which way, and walked back in and put on our best sober faces.
Chase's mom "Hey boys."
Us "Night."
We drunkenly ran into Chase's room and both passed out, not even thinking about the collateral damage we had unintentionally caused.
I woke up early, hung over, and drove home. Chase and his parents were still asleep.
I went through my weekend normally, and didn't hear anything from Chase until Sunday morning. He texted me something along these lines:
"We are both *censored.3.0*ing idiots and we're both *censored.3.0*ed"
Me "Huh?"
I didn't hear back from him, and I saw him on Monday. This was what our conversation went like.
Me "Dude, what's up?"
Chase "Dude, we *censored.3.0*ing RUINED my downstairs. The carpet is ruined and the walls are too, I'm so *censored.3.0*ed, my mom is gonna call yours."
Me "Wait, what the hell did we do?!"
Chase "The beer! We poured it down the sink and it emptied into the *censored.3.0*ing wall!"
Me "... Are you *censored.3.0*ing serious?"
Chase "Dead."
Me "We are."
I went through the school day nervous as hell, and when I got home, my mother was standing there, waiting for me, phone in hand, like a *censored.3.0*ing movie.
Mom "You don't need to explain anything, I know it all."
Me "Ma-"
Mom "You two have a lot of work to do to pay for that, and I hope you know you're in big trouble for drinking."
Me "Yeah. How much money?"
I think the total was around $2,500.00 for each of us. How the *censored.3.0* did beer do that much damage!? *censored.2.0*.
I had a lot of money from work, but I wasn't giving that up. So I mowed their lawn for the rest of the year, and Chase and I shoveled to pay it off.
Worst *censored.3.0*ing idea ever.
