Friday, December 02, 2005

A few fire stories.

Fire---where to begin?

Like Y, I also used to have very long hair. Every single time I went to a bar some idiot would burn the back of my hair. I automatically knew that if someone started slapping my back they had burned my hair. If the sons of bitches weren't walking on my heels this would not have happened. Then there was the time I could not get the lighter to work. When it finally did (in Carlos's words) it was a flame thrower. This happened in a car. The flame was so high it touched the roof. The driver of the car proceeded to slap me on the forehead about 300 times. Lord the list goes on and on, but enough about me. Let's talk about Kim. Kim and I had gone out one night to the little German community down the road. This was the first time I had ever been drunk. Not Kim's.....mine! She was a seasoned veteran by this time. Anyway, we go to a party. Which I still swear a guy was walking around in his underwear. We decided to leave and go to a party in our hometown. I remember Kim driving down the road at warp speed, driving into the ditch and laughing hysterically. Then I think I took a short siesta. We arrived at our destination, Kim parked horizontally in the street. We get out of the car and she runs up to everyone........all happy to see them and shit! Everyone is standing around this barrel that they had built a fire in....you know for heat. She stumbles and starts falling head first toward the barrel. About 20 guys manage to catch her at the very last second. Keep in mind this was back in the big hair days and her hair was freaking big. I mean an entire can of hairspray big. So her hair was extremely flammable. She survived with minor hair injuries. Moral of the story: alcohol, hairspray and Kim do not mix.
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