Scene: About 9:45, Downtown Kansas City, The Beast.
Members: Me, my cousin John, his friend Matt, and his friend Kush(sp).
Order: John, Me, Matt, Kush.
Were walking up to the entrance (not much line cause its a thursday night) and we start talking to these 3 SUPER...let me repeat...SUPER!! hot girls in front of us as we're going in. They go up the stairs and say their going to wait for us cause they think its going to be hella scary and they want in our human chain that we make. So some ass in our group decided to make the order go John, Me, Matt, 3 girls, Kush. So we didnt get to see them like at all, while they continued to talk about how it was so hot and they were going to take their shirts off. /rant
The funny thing is, Kush was the one hitting, and that got hit on the most, but he was to much of a wimp to get their numbers. Anyway, we leave the parking lot and get on the highway, and their following us. 20+ miles they changed lanes into the lane we had previously changed into, like they were following us home. (Which is great, unless your dad was the one driving and you couldent really have a party or anything at home because of that. He was kind of playing along, but he wasnt gonna let us have a party or anything.)
Anyway, they pulled up to pass us and blew kisses and waved and stuff, and then stayed like right in front of us like they wanted us to follow them. Then they turned into a gas station and we think wanted us to follow them their to find out if we could do anything tonight.
Moral of the story: Dont let your dad drive.
