The Best Post Randy Will Ever Write
Went out to the casino tonight. I'm not sure why exactly god chose for me to loose all my money and still punish me afterward anyway, but thats exactly what happened. Nick was off picking up hot chicks, while I got right to work losing my hard earned money. Really hot chicks. Like, one of them talked to me, but I got scared and ran away to gamble away all my paycheck. It took all of 25 minutes for the casino to suck away not only my cash, but my self esteem as well.
So, fighting through Nick's screaming fans, I watched as he finished his last round of DDR and hopped off the machine, not even breaking a sweat.
Well, okay.. he might have looked sorta.. uh... well.. really tired, but you know, that was just so the other guys playing didn't look so bad. Always thinking about others, that Nick.
Anyway we left and I was starting to feel just a little bit better about things when I hit a deer at 55 mph. The car was headed off the road straight into a ditch, but I somehow managed to steer away. We went into a fishtail and after swinging back and forth a few times we eventually spun a full 180 and ended up facing the exact opposite direction. It was just like the movies. I don't know how I kept my car on the road, but part of me suspects that Nick reached over in all the chaos and helped steer us back to safety.
Everyone was freaking out, but Nick kept us all calm. We got outside to check the damage and it doesn't look too bad. I suppose things could have deffinitely been worse. Nick could have been hurt, for example.
I should note that Joe was there too. I don't want to hurt his feelings by leaving him out of the story completely. Joe was in the backseat crying while all of this was going on. Partly because he was scared, and partly because he felt really bad for the deer, who was at that very moment on his way out into the forest, with an ass full of glass.
Yes, our fuzzy woodland friend was no doubt, soon to experience the last few minutes of his life. He scampered off into the woods slowly dragging what remained of his hind legs, where he would surely die a painfully agonizing death, as the blood slowly drained from his body.
Yes, justice had been served. So we told Joe to shut the hell up and we continued on our way back home.
All in all, my car is a little messed up, but we got some laughs, and everything ended okay. My only regret is that I put Nick in danger. Then again, if he hadn't been there to calm and assure us that everything would be okay, I don't know how that I would be here today. It's something to think about, I guess.
In honor of Nick's assistance tonight, I've even begun writing like him. Yes, you might have wondered why our styles were suddenly so alike. It's because I admire him so much. It's surely not because this is Nick pretending to be Randy. No...
So, fighting through Nick's screaming fans, I watched as he finished his last round of DDR and hopped off the machine, not even breaking a sweat.
Well, okay.. he might have looked sorta.. uh... well.. really tired, but you know, that was just so the other guys playing didn't look so bad. Always thinking about others, that Nick.
Anyway we left and I was starting to feel just a little bit better about things when I hit a deer at 55 mph. The car was headed off the road straight into a ditch, but I somehow managed to steer away. We went into a fishtail and after swinging back and forth a few times we eventually spun a full 180 and ended up facing the exact opposite direction. It was just like the movies. I don't know how I kept my car on the road, but part of me suspects that Nick reached over in all the chaos and helped steer us back to safety.
Everyone was freaking out, but Nick kept us all calm. We got outside to check the damage and it doesn't look too bad. I suppose things could have deffinitely been worse. Nick could have been hurt, for example.
I should note that Joe was there too. I don't want to hurt his feelings by leaving him out of the story completely. Joe was in the backseat crying while all of this was going on. Partly because he was scared, and partly because he felt really bad for the deer, who was at that very moment on his way out into the forest, with an ass full of glass.
Yes, our fuzzy woodland friend was no doubt, soon to experience the last few minutes of his life. He scampered off into the woods slowly dragging what remained of his hind legs, where he would surely die a painfully agonizing death, as the blood slowly drained from his body.
Yes, justice had been served. So we told Joe to shut the hell up and we continued on our way back home.
All in all, my car is a little messed up, but we got some laughs, and everything ended okay. My only regret is that I put Nick in danger. Then again, if he hadn't been there to calm and assure us that everything would be okay, I don't know how that I would be here today. It's something to think about, I guess.
In honor of Nick's assistance tonight, I've even begun writing like him. Yes, you might have wondered why our styles were suddenly so alike. It's because I admire him so much. It's surely not because this is Nick pretending to be Randy. No...
