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Originally posted by dek420 I dont think the party had a name. Just one of the many parties at 903... but one to remember.

ah the house. it didnt need an address, it was just "the house"

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Originally posted by breakinbeats Phil and I just experienced the most freakiest thing. We were down at this friends place settin up this up coming shindig and we walk out side hear a car alarm and see a guy out cold, going into shock in the iddle of the road. This guy got either punched and knocked out or a car hit him. Either way the people who knoked him out fled way before we got there. I had to call 911, that is some scary shite. The police and ambulance came and took him away and asked us all questions. It was really really shady. I was shook up as well. Wow, somethin that i don't like experiencing.

Similar yet very different thing happened to me, it was about two weeks before I moved form Orlando (I'm moving back this week). Me and some friends went downtown to party before I was leaving, anyways, I got seperated from my friend and got real drunk. At 2 o'clock when the the clubs and bars closed down I stumbled back to my car, leaning face first into it waiting for my friend to meet back with me (he was my designated driver). Turns out he took a taxi home after loseing me, bastard. Well, when I was leaning against the car some "transient" apparently hit me over the head with a bottle. He stole all my clothes, including my boxers, socks and shoes, and left me with just a t-shirt which he curtiously pulled over my nether regions. When I came to, my car was gone, I was bleeding from the head, and had just a t shirt to cover myself with. That was bad enough, but when I got up and tried to find help, no one would help me. People were going out of there way to avoid me, least they could have done was call 911. Took me 15-20 minutes to find someone that would call 911 on their cell phone for me. I lost a lot of faith in people that day.

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Originally posted by Twoces Similar yet very different thing happened to me, it was about two weeks before I moved form Orlando (I'm moving back this week). Me and some friends went downtown to party before I was leaving, anyways, I got seperated from my friend and got real drunk. At 2 o'clock when the the clubs and bars closed down I stumbled back to my car, leaning face first into it waiting for my friend to meet back with me (he was my designated driver). Turns out he took a taxi home after loseing me, bastard. Well, when I was leaning against the car some "transient" apparently hit me over the head with a bottle. He stole all my clothes, including my boxers, socks and shoes, and left me with just a t-shirt which he curtiously pulled over my nether regions. When I came to, my car was gone, I was bleeding from the head, and had just a t shirt to cover myself with. That was bad enough, but when I got up and tried to find help, no one would help me. People were going out of there way to avoid me, least they could have done was call 911. Took me 15-20 minutes to find someone that would call 911 on their cell phone for me. I lost a lot of faith in people that day.

yipes

... to phil and derek and brent i miss THE HOUSE..