#1 is pooped ‘em stories because when you poop ‘em, you are awesome. I remember a soccer victory vs. Ft. Louis, Oct. of 2006. A teammate and I decided to invite Jim Beam over to a party so we picked him up at the store, but for some reason by the time we got back to the party he was gone… ??? We didn’t really need Jim though because we had Jose over and our scarce friend Vicodin. Vicodin got all up in my face so I went home with some peoples to 914 and met up with Bud. Well, I was out to make friends that night, but I ended up with enemies. I woke up in the morning with a fresh scent of dookie somewhere in the air. Was hoping it was just Zach’s fat ass but it was toooo strong. Happened to be a soiled pair of my favorite boxers waded up in the corner, full of SHIT. I guess the decision was to stick either my face or my ass in the toilet and my boxers lost.
Haha, I remember seeing pics…pooped ‘em verified!
~Hamilton Ricard~