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Topic: Teen fears mom after hellish house party
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El Indio
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posted August 20, 2002 23:29
    
The following story is pretty funny... CALGARY (Alberta.com) - Machete-wielding thugs turned what was supposed to be a small teenage party into the house party from hell. "I'm the dead one," Kyle Walker, 16, said outside his northeast Martindale home as friends helped patch walls and clean up broken glass and debris. "My mom gave me the OK to have a small, small party and all hell broke loose," Walker told the Calgary Sun. Walker phoned police from a neighbour's home after 300 people filled it. When all the dust had settled, the front window on the for-sale home was smashed, the stereo was stolen, a portion of the basement ceiling was ripped down and holes were punched in walls.
So does anyone out there have any interesting wild party stories to relate? Maybe this topic should be called Wild Party Experiences... 
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JETHRO
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posted August 22, 2002 06:37
Late 80's.My good mate Steve and I went to a party in a barn in the west country. We took the much missed "death mobile" - a ford escort estate painted in black hammerite with a mattress and enough alcohol to kill an elephant in the back.
The events of the following evening/morning included:
1)Me (v.drunk)getting lucky with a girl and taking her out to the D.mobile for a good time - stopping for a piss on the way and falling into a silage ditch. She took one look at me and legged it - I passed out.
2)Steve getting lucky with a girl, taking her out to ...yeah you guessed it ....the car , only to find our hapless hero unconscious on the bonnet covered in cow shit. The girl ...yes ,legs it.Poor Steve has to spend the rest of the night cutting my clothes off with a pen knife, while I sleep soundly.
3)Someone reverses a car over a tent full of people in the night crushing someone's head.
4)Police unable to rouse two drunk lads from their coma in the back of a car.One of the lads strangely is covered in cow shit.
5)I awake the next morning unable to understand why the hell I'm only in my underpants, why am I covered in shit?
6)There is a TV crew filming me for local news. My Mother will be so proud.
7)Try to get home in the car. There's nowhere to park on the estate near where I live, so I have to tread the walk of shame, in my underpants, covered in crap the several hundred meters Home past a church, just as everyone comes out and starts crossing themselves at the sight which confronts them.
"lovely morning" I say and walk a little quicker.
Golden times.
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Mezcalhead
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posted August 22, 2002 20:31
Nobody can top Jethro's party tale. Damn, you Brits sure know how to do it right.I used to have a party every year at my place. How did I start every one? With gunfire of course!! Well, a skeet shoot to be exact. We wanted to do the shooting while everyone was still fairly sober. Course I'd have to go over and show the bastards how its done. This lasts for about an hour until shoulders are sore and people are starting to get a little shaky with their gunhandling. Fucking police always show up. But down here, its no big deal since we got some acreage
and shit, its the South. The tough guy in the uniform shows up, I give my explanation(while a couple people are hiding in the woods)and he leaves.
After the shooting the chicken is thrown on the grill and the shine appears out of the cooler. That is when the real partying starts. Damn, that is some evil firewater.
One year the girls got a hold of some of it and that's when things starting get way out of hand. They decided they'd hold a little workshop in my bathroom. Grabbing innocent guys as they walked down the hall they'd proceed to give them a little checkup. All the while we had some techno going on full blast in the living room. Why does a techno guy show up at every party?
Course once I'd had some shots of firewater I'd have to pull out my best friend(No, Noitall, this was after the bathroom)my trusty 22" chainsaw. Crank the ol'Stihl up. Now that always manages to wake the fuckers up. Ha, ha. So that's a Mezcal shindig.
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posted August 21, 2002 05:04
I used to own this beater 1973 Toyota pickup truck and sometimes if we happened to be running low of wood, we would get all liquored up and go on these insane wood patrols out in the sticks. We're talking about driving around on dirt logging roads here. This one old grade in particular used to sport a bunch of nice little bumps which would cause your vehicle - if you're going fast enough - to literally go airborne! Of course these wood patrols used to involve alot of hotbox action in the cab of my truck and then when we were sufficiently stoned and wasted, we would stagger around the bush and look for wood for the fire. Once enough firewood was collected, we would all pile in the front and back of my truck and we would floor it back to the party. This was how I learned how to drive incidentally; get fucking shitfaced and drive like a fucking maniac on the back roads of Vancouver Island! Of course when we got back to the party we would have to make a grand entrance which would usually involve me - or whoever was driving - to floor it until we were a hundred feet or so from the fire and then I would reef on the steering wheel and pull on the emergency brakes! Keep in mind there is no pavement whatsoever in these parts, just alot of dirt which would inevitably cause quite the dust show! I swear that some of the best times I have ever experienced in my life happened when I was 16 or 17 up at Comox Lake during these bush parties! Too young and crazy and naive to know any better and, as a result, having a hell of a good time! 
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