My important discovery for this weekend:

If you show up at someones party and get belligerently drunk, puke all over their lawn and their neighbors lawn, You will eventually end up with a dick drawn on your face with a sharpie.
I was at a party this past Saturday, at my dear uncle's house. For some reason they tend to hang out with a much younger crowd. Mainly their co-workers from Applebees. This one kid in particular who was 17 years old is drinking skyy vodka straight from the bottle. He ends up getting so drunk he can barely stand. He pukes in the neighbors yard and completely passes out on the lawn. His dear friends/co-workers decide he needs to be in the house so they rig up a little "Puke Protector" for the couch. This consists of a garbage bag going from his head to a bucket placed immediately below on the ground.
I've blurred out the poor kid's face because I don't want to get arrested or sued. But that really got me thinking. this kid is the same age as my little brother. Where the hell are his parent's when all this is going on? And more importantly WHY is someone buying him alcohol? I mean granted, I was drinking when I was his age but it seems so different when you're outside the situation. I don't ever remember a time when I was that drunk.
I've blurred out the poor kid's face because I don't want to get arrested or sued. But that really got me thinking. this kid is the same age as my little brother. Where the hell are his parent's when all this is going on? And more importantly WHY is someone buying him alcohol? I mean granted, I was drinking when I was his age but it seems so different when you're outside the situation. I don't ever remember a time when I was that drunk. So anyways on to my story. Me, being bored and with out my husband to scold me, decide that he deserves to be drawn on. I was able to draw "the shaft" but he woke up and literally ran away. Out the front door and down the street, with 3 other people chasing after him. They finally manage to catch him and drag him back to the house. They lay him on the front lawn where he pukes again and passes out. I let him sleep for a little while just to make sure he was out. . . and then I was able to finish my art work
BEHOLD!
