Yesterday was the cookout at my grandparent's house, relatives and all. We ((David and I)) got the jet ski out on the water pretty quick; before most people got there. So we get the tank filled and get her running and David takes off first. Then me. Some other people by that time had gotten in the water wanting to get on it. The first guy actually knew what he was doing and was careful and all that. But then there was a guy by the name of JD (who I'll tell you more about in a separate paragraph). He was one of those guys that you look at and want to be a mile away from him. Well, he was all coming in real fast and coming to close to the people swimming; it took us telling him five times to stop to actually get him to. Well, after a couple people go he ends up back on "so he can let his wife ride." He gets on and after a couple a minutes of her trying to get on and falling off ((it's hard to keep two people on a smaller jet ski)) he just takes off with out her. What a nice guy, huh? When he comes back the first time, he swoops in real close and then jets off. Not safe for the swimmers and certainly not something that makes grandmother happy ((aka: she wanted his butt off)). Then second time he came in he comes within feet of hitting a person and inches from hitting one of the pylons from the old pier. (hitting that would have ended it's life real quick). With that the jet ski got put up for a while. Bummer. But David, Mark (the son of a friend of my grandmother's), and I got on my uncle Ron's deck boat and he cruised us around for a while. That was fun. Later that day we hooked up a float thing to the back of the deck boat and got pulled around. That was a flippin' blast: although it did kinda hurt your back.
As to that paragragh about JD...
JD. What an interesting character. Crude, vulgar, boastful, drunk, and a druggie. Yeah. He was full of interestingly false stories and bad jokes. Full of "good" advise and "life lessons." Full of drugs and alchohol. Full of crap. Yeah. The whole time we were there David, Mark, and I tried our best to avoid him. But the times that confrontation was inevitable: we loved to play with his mind...
Intstance #1: WHO'S NAME. There was one point at which he asked us what our names were. We told him that David was Mark, Mark was David, and I was Donald. He asked a couple of people and they told him what our real names were. Of course we told JD that they were all wrong: David was Mark, Mark was Donald, and I was David. "Mark" and "Donald" ((David and Mark)) were brothers and I was they're cousin. This went on for quite a while until he finally believed us. We had him so confused he didn't know whether he was comin' or goin'. (half thanks to the many beers he had consumed)
Instance #2: PIMP MY RIDE. We had been chillin' under this tarp thing and along comes our good friend. We were all like "yay...... .. ugh." He asked us something, I can't remember what, but either way it ended up with "Donald" (aka Mark) telling JD that he and "Mark" (aka David) were in there twenties, owned a shop, and pimped cars out for a living. The funny thing was: he believed them. Then they told him that I didn't have a job, I just stayed at their house or something and bummed about. They then proceeded to tell JD that they had this nice Catillac with a fold out DVD player for $100 that they had promised me, but that I didn't have the money to buy it from them. JD, then and there, pulled out one hundred dollars and offered it to me. He was like, I'm not against helping out a young guy in need. I didn't take the money (1 'cause it wouldn't really be right, and 2 if he found out he'd probably kill me). But with my not taking the money he drew the conclusion that I was one of those guys that "didn't want to owe up to nobody" for which he congratulated me. Anyways to make a long story short, he believed it all and left thinking that if within a month I didn't buy the Catillac that JD could buy it for $100, that they could pimp out his pickup, and that he could get a cheap Mustang from a "good friend that they had" that "collected Mustangs and souped them up and decked them out."
Wow, this is really long now. Oh well. I guess I'll blog to youins later.
As to that paragragh about JD...
JD. What an interesting character. Crude, vulgar, boastful, drunk, and a druggie. Yeah. He was full of interestingly false stories and bad jokes. Full of "good" advise and "life lessons." Full of drugs and alchohol. Full of crap. Yeah. The whole time we were there David, Mark, and I tried our best to avoid him. But the times that confrontation was inevitable: we loved to play with his mind...
Intstance #1: WHO'S NAME. There was one point at which he asked us what our names were. We told him that David was Mark, Mark was David, and I was Donald. He asked a couple of people and they told him what our real names were. Of course we told JD that they were all wrong: David was Mark, Mark was Donald, and I was David. "Mark" and "Donald" ((David and Mark)) were brothers and I was they're cousin. This went on for quite a while until he finally believed us. We had him so confused he didn't know whether he was comin' or goin'. (half thanks to the many beers he had consumed)
Instance #2: PIMP MY RIDE. We had been chillin' under this tarp thing and along comes our good friend. We were all like "yay...... .. ugh." He asked us something, I can't remember what, but either way it ended up with "Donald" (aka Mark) telling JD that he and "Mark" (aka David) were in there twenties, owned a shop, and pimped cars out for a living. The funny thing was: he believed them. Then they told him that I didn't have a job, I just stayed at their house or something and bummed about. They then proceeded to tell JD that they had this nice Catillac with a fold out DVD player for $100 that they had promised me, but that I didn't have the money to buy it from them. JD, then and there, pulled out one hundred dollars and offered it to me. He was like, I'm not against helping out a young guy in need. I didn't take the money (1 'cause it wouldn't really be right, and 2 if he found out he'd probably kill me). But with my not taking the money he drew the conclusion that I was one of those guys that "didn't want to owe up to nobody" for which he congratulated me. Anyways to make a long story short, he believed it all and left thinking that if within a month I didn't buy the Catillac that JD could buy it for $100, that they could pimp out his pickup, and that he could get a cheap Mustang from a "good friend that they had" that "collected Mustangs and souped them up and decked them out."
Wow, this is really long now. Oh well. I guess I'll blog to youins later.
~master skipper
4 comments:
Haha...what a moron. Drunks will believe almost ANYTHING. Trust me..i'd know.. :/ Druggies suck. I go to school with a bunch of them. Urgh.
So how was this guy related to you or was he?
I would of taken the $100 dollars. just kidding. I wouldn't have the heart to. But I wouldn't be able to keep the "joke" going that long in the first place. Not without laughing my head off anyways. Haha.
Sounds like you had a good time. Thats great. i miss ya!!! :/
if you're asking how the JD guy was related: he's the husband of i think it's one of my cousins.
ohhh me
I would have taken the money..it serves him right for being a drunk. If and when he found out and wanted the money back, I would have told him that he was making it up...just to play with his mind a little bit more.
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