7/11/08 - Scott is dumb. Perspective 1 of 3.

Dear Sunny,

After reading Angela's post, I finally understand what compels you to always burst out with "Are you fucking stupid, __________!?!!!??" So with this newfound understanding, I've decided to make a post for you that may actually be worth reading. Sorry, no funny stories about fat chicks grinding on my leg, but you're not interested about that I'm sure. However, you already know that Elf, Scott, and I hang out pretty much all the time. Since you should be part of this little boyband of ours, I figure we should all post our own perspectives of our 'hangouts'. After all, you asked for an update on our lives right? Maybe we'll make these kind of posts after every weekend. Now, you have to imagine that you are actually with us in order to get the full effect ok?

So let's see.. on weekdays, I work, Scott works, and Elf goes to school. We all sit around and chat on meebo. We play ball on Wednesday nights. It's the same routine every week. Friday afternoon rolls around, I go straight home, change into my Lucas t-shirt and bball shorts, and head straight to Elf's house. 90% of the time it's Scott that answers the door. Even if Elf's mom is staring at me from the living room or Elf's dad is in the TV room right next to the front door, it's frickin Scott that opens the door. Anyway on 7/11, we sit around and decide to go to Academy first and buy some soccer balls to play soccer. On the way to Academy, Scott says he didn't bring his soccer shoes. Elf and I both: OKAYYYYYYYYY WE SAID WE WERE PLAYING SOCCER SCOTT YOU IDIOT. strike 1. We get to Academy and we all decide to each buy a ball. It's Scott's turn to pay for his ball. "Whoops I forgot my wallet at home." Elf looks at me dumbfounded. I look at back at him .............OKAY SCOTT WE SAID WE WERE BUYING SOCCER BALLS IDIOT. Elf pays for him. strike 2. We get on the car to go to Clements to play. Elf is in the back pumping air into each of our new balls. He pumps his first, then he does mine. He pulls Scott's ball out. "GOD DAMNIT FUCKING SCOTT." Turns out, Scott buys the wrong size ball. I'm shaking my head, "Scott you fucking dumb ass." strike 3. So after soccer we go back to IRL rockband practice. The whole night we're just giving Scott shit for no real reason just because he was being an idiot earlier. Eventually it just dies off and we stop talking shit.

Then 2 A.M. rolls around.

We're in my room just looking stuff up on the internet. Scott's sitting on my bed looking very sleepy. He opens the Ozarka water bottle in his hand for no reason (doesn't even drink out of it, just frickin opens it). Elf mentions something about sleeping on my bed. Scott attempts to make a funny by just throwing himself backwards onto my bed to do a 'spread eagle'. Fucking fag. So as he flings himself back, water splashes all in his face and all over my bed and my clothes. SMOOTH MOVE THERE CHAMP. Elf cracks up for like 10 minutes. I'm staring at Scott wondering what I did to deserve this. Anyway, you had to be there to just see Scott's face as the water spilled onto him. I'm lying there on my wet bed, half laughing half crying, wondering why yet again, something ridiculous happens to me when I'm just innocently sitting there doing nothing. So with Scott in the lead, you're off the hook for that time in VIP. I guess it's Elf's turn next.

So Sunny, if you didnt already know... Scott is a dumb ass and if you were there, I'm sure you would have been the first to yell "SCOTT YOU DUMB ASS" with a big grin on your face.

That concludes my perspective of that Friday. Scott and Elf - write your own versions, too. ok cool thanks