Did you all have a nice weekend? I did. I went out Friday night with Kat and Tayray to....where else? The Beir Haus. We had an adventure planned later that night, Forking Bubba. What is forking you ask? You'll soon see. Kat called me after leaving the store laughing her ass off, to tell me she had just bought 500 forks.
First we had a couple cold ones.
That's my frozen beer. They got a new cooler, and I'd say it works pretty well. I had to trade it in, I tried to thaw it out, but that wasn't working.
We left the bar around 1:30, I had talked to bubba earlier and she went home early from her bar with the man, so we knew they would be home in bed. You know, "old married couple" and all. On the drive to Bubba's we all laughed constantly, as Kat emptied 500 forks into a shopping bag.
Kat had some fun with the forks.
Then, so did Tayray.
We devised the plan on our drive over, and decided we would pull in the parking lot next door to her house, turn off the lights, and watch the house to make sure no one got up. The coast was clear, and we all took off into the night. Crunching in the leaves, I thought for sure they were going to hear us. If not the crunching of the leaves, then the rustling of 500 forks in the bag.
We each had a spot in the yard, and we worked like a well oiled machine, pushing the forks into the ground one at a time. Kat would whisper "spread em out guys, spread em out". You couldn't look around at what you were doing, for fear you would burst into laughter. Bubba lives on a pretty busy street, so we had to stop and act like we were hanging out in the front yard at 2 am.
It only took about 15 minutes, and it turns out that 500 forks is not that many at all. We took the time to admire our work, and take a few pictures. CP didn't lighten them up any so you don't get the full result, but you get the idea. They will look better tomorrow.
We left and came back to do a drive by all the time laughing ourselves into stomach pains. We kept picturing her opening the door in the morning, and seeing all those forks.
The next day she didn't call until after noon. She thought it was hilarious. We laughed and laughed about it, because she had asked me and kat to do something on Friday but we said we had plans. "It was nice of you to not go out with me so you could fork me" she said.
Apparently, her boyfriend is pretty pissed. He asked her "how old are they?". I said well you're only as old as you feel, so I guess we're 16? He is just jealous, that he isn't as cool as us, and he doesn't have friends that love him enough to fork him. Bubba said he tried to rake them up, but "you guys got them in pretty good". So, she had to pick them all up one at a time. 500 forks.
It was the best time, I don't ever want to get old. I have so much fun with my friends. The downside? Bubba said...."game on". Retaliation, is inevitable.