Page 85 of Happy Hour

Then I looked towards Spencer who came in behind Aiden. Again with no shoes or socks onanda mow hawk. He looked sick, his face was pale, he had dark circles under his eyes and his hands were full ofRock Starenergy drinks.

And then came in Jameson. Besides the fact that his hair appeared to have the same pudding as mine once had in it, it didn’t look as bad as Aiden’s. He was just as pale as Spencer but was dressed a whole hell of a lot better in his black suit, the tie loosened from his neck with the top few buttons of his white button down shirt undone.

Holy Mississippi leg hound.

I don’t think Spencer ever saw her coming as Emma all but flew through the air at him. “You motherfucker!” she screamed jumping on his back like some kind of wild chimp. HisRock Stardrinks crashed to the ground.

“What the fuck...” he yelled back at her. “Oh god, stop screaming, my head fucking hurts.”

AidenandJameson tried to pull her away but she never let up. She was like a Chihuahua that latched on and wouldn’t let up until it shed blood.

In his attempt to get her loose, they stumbled together into the kiddy pudding pool. She finally let go but sat there wiping pudding away and seething at him. “You’re such a fucking jerk, Spencer!”

“What are you talking about?” he snapped back at her while he too wiped pudding away.

Aiden was holding Emma back and noticed what she was yelling about when her make shift scarf of toilet paper fell loosely around her shoulders.

His eyes widened as he read it. “Holy shit,” He turned her around to look at him, his eyes wide with panic. “You’re growing your hair out.”

“No shit.” She snapped back and then pushed him. “Where were you on that one? You didn’t think to stop him from convincing me to do this?”

“Like I was inanycondition to stop anyone,” He lifted her shirt that he was wearing. “If so, I would have never done this,”

Emma fell backwards into the pudding pool again in a fit of laughter while Spencer and Jameson finally noticed Aiden’s tattoo of “Mount Up” as well. Jameson had to lean against the wall to keep from falling over while his entire body shook with silent laughs.

I hadn’t stopped giggling since they walked in. I was like the Pillsbury doughboy.

Look, we have ridiculous tattoos, he he he! Look there’s pudding everywhere, he he he! Look, there’s a dick on the wall, he he he!

Still laughing, I watched as the boys surveyed the room. They too looked surprised by the kiddy pool, beer, and toilet paper everywhere but flabbergasted at the dick on the wall.

Seriously, I don’t think you can grasp how large it was. To give you a mental picture, the ceiling in this particular room has to be at least fifteen feet tall. So if you have never seen a fifteen foot tall spray painted dick complete with hairy balls and veins on a wall—you’re missing out.

Look, there’s a dick on the wall, he he he!

With my maturity level exceptionally low today, I couldn’t stop myself. I was actually crying at that point on the floor beside Jameson.

“Who drew that?” Emma finally asked pointing to it.

Aiden and Jameson both responded with, “Spencer,” at the same time.

Spencer just nodded his head arrogantly. “It’s pretty fucking awesome, huh?”

“No, what’s awesome is going to be watching you explain your new haircut and the tramp stamp on your back to Alley.” Jameson laughed.

“What tramp stamp?” Emma and I asked curiously.

Spencer started backing towards the wall so we couldn’t see but with the help of Aiden and Jameson, we managed to tackle him to the ground and pull up his shirt for a better view.

Right about his ass crack was “Insert coin to bust a move”.

This was all too much to really believe. We all had random tattoos, the room was trashed beyond believe, there was a fifteen foot tall spray painted dick on the wall, a kiddy pool full of pudding, and a bouncy house full of toilet paper.

I looked over at Jameson sitting against the wall still shaking with laughter. “How did you manage not to get branded in all this?”

Jameson’s eyes flickered to Aiden and Spencer and then back to mine.

Before he could say anything, Spencer laughed a loud booming laugh that had all of us covering our ears. “He didn’t. He got it worse than all of us.”

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