Teach me how to throw a party

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like em better?
Iv been in fights for getting my dick sucked in a bathroom at a halloween party walked out and found her husband :laughing:
Iv seen a girl go to the hospital for stitches after another girl hit her in the head with stiletto shoes because sometime prior to this with a man she was no longer with this girl had fucked him.
Iv seen girls layed on a table in the kitchen being gang banged in full view of the rest of the party, Iv seen people stabbed, cars playing crash em up derby because one owner had seen the other owner and didnt like him so ran into his car, Iv stood on the hood of a car after the party at a local eatery, pissing on the windshield of a car with the driver inside trying to get him to get out and fight, Iv been to orgies, Iv been so stoned I could not move, sitting on a couch while two people fucked at my feet on the carpet, Iv seen a kid with a big mouth talk shit, get picked up by 4 people and thrown off a deck and told to not return, only to see him walk right back in the door 2 minutes later and end up leaving covered in blood and begging people to drive him to an ER.
How could calm tame parties compare to that?
great times, fucking great times.
Nothing wrong with nonviolence at a party, but tame and lame are just pointless.
I once saw a guy I knew tuck a lit smoke behind his ear when he jumped off the hood of a car to wander off and piss, returned minutes later with his head on fucking fire and did not know, and refused to believe me when I warned him.
ahhhh days of my youth! dropping acid, laying on the hood of cars around a camp fire watching the flames reflect and flicker off the needles of pine trees far above us, and fucking stoney (his nickname and not for drugs, just because it was a shortened version of his real last name) on fire screaming to stop trying to fuck with him.
Stoney 4 years later ended up dead, rolled his big ugly ass red primed fucking international truck on a corner and while the truck came to rest on the lawn of a house he continued on partially through the houses wall and onto the porch, Dead on scene, I was in the car behind him on our way to the party, sober when he wrecked.
I have a life time of memories of untame parties, and most of those memories Id keep, but more than a few Id like to be able to empty from my head.

I can top that.Once, while still in HS, my buddies parents left for a week, we had a party at one point one of the two twin brothers was interrupted in the driveway while fucking his GF by ...DUN DUN DUN! Her DAD!Later on after it had settled down and much drinking and smoking had occurred, some stragglers that had stuck around were playing strip poker at the table, everyone is shit faced and mostly naked, a guy I still remember his name but wont share, he starts jerking off at the table, between turns, he was told several times to stop, or else...he just had to finish I guess? He got beat down and thrown from the porch in to the snow, naked. Came back in and not a half hour later started jerking his pud at the table again. The second ass beating and snow dunking ended with locked doors and him naked outside in feb, sleeping it off in a green house that was attached to the back of the house.Good times, fuck oh shit sometimes I miss high school.

How come your shit always has so much violence? :wink: Don't get me wrong that shit's fun to watch but if it cause the party to lose it's groove then it's time to kick the trouble making fuckers out. Knock the fucker out a time or two and they get the idea their not welcome then you can party all night long. Maybe the difference was we always partied at our own privately owned place or something. It only took a few ass beatings to make sure dumb shits stayed in line or they just got banned.

Yeah there was always a game of strip poker going on somewhere but that was to slow for me I would just strip with the hotties on our little stage thing. Real poker games with money changing hands, shit yeah I would be in those. I think that period of time right after high school was better between 18 and 22. One time we had a shit load of underage girls out at the big house doing what we did and somebody had called the cop. What you got to understand is the big house was on NDN land and this was at a time the local law had no authority on NDN land. Also the big house set about 100-150 yards off first street, so we were in town but not a part of town. Anyway the law was called because god knows what we were doing. The local law then called the federal police who had to bring the calvary in from an hour away. Well we got raided but had plenty of time to see them coming so all the underage girls, along with the smoke, were taken through the house down into the basement then out into the cotton field that surrounded the house on two sides. My cousin and I just walked up and greeted them and they saw no one underage and the federal police got pissed as hell at the local cops for making them drive an hour at 1 or 2 in the morning to come bust us when we were doing nothing wrong. The even called the mayor of our little shithole town while there to tell him to better train and discipline his officers. We never had another problem with the law ever again. After it was all said and done one of the Fed boys stayed and partied with us and the underage girls and broke out his own stash of primo smoke.

why? violence is fun! thats why.It has a time and place, and its not for always, but that is why when I throw a party I hire security, someone big and scary to stay sober and watch over and man the door, no underage kids, noone that does not pay the entry fee, no bullshit. and the kid that got tossed? he got tossed by security for slapping a girl around because she wouldnt fuck him, he got off easy with two ass beatings and a toss from a deck to the ground.

Originally Posted By: Grvtykllr...cars playing crash em up derby...That reminds me, one time some dick drove an orange Ford Pinto up to one of our little gatherings and, I guess this fuck was proud or something, he parked in the fucking crowd. Right in the fucking middle of it, got out and drifted off to inebriation somewhere. That was the wrong thing to do. Anybody who's ever been to a party knows what happed next. The car got totaled, or as we said put out of it's fucking misery, it was a Pinto after all. Every window was broken, a metal t-post was shoved through a seat, a couple of guys jerked off through the window and left cum on the seat and steering wheel, a bloody tampon smashed into the dash, the tires were slashed and one of them used to fuel the fire, the hood was ripped off and it became the de-facto urinal, basically the whole thing was a wreck. Then the poor fucker had to pay to get it hauled of our property.I just remembered, I was the one who started the destruction when I put a metal t-post through the back hatch-back glass. No wonder life's had so many questionable moments it's that Karma shit paying me back.

maybe you doing it was karma paying him back?I told ya, violence is fun!

Karma paying him pack for buying a Pinto.

better that than a pacer, or a gremlin. unless it was the pinto wagon? then its worse than owning one of each of the others.

Here it is right here. Add a little rust and a few dents and that's the before picture of what was destroyed.Here your bitchin' Pacer. Nothing like a Gremlin. Excuse me, Germlin.

You were bad ass!!!!

Well I did manage to enjoy life... maybe that's why I get so bored with shit now though.

Once I fell in love my life started to calm down too. My nickname in highschool was Partygirl. I did some crazy shit!! Some unmentionables.. but it was fun!! I miss those times, but life is so much better now!

I got to run and get my son from school then a walk through the canyon and take teh dog to the vet for her shots, so no time to look one up now but google pinto wagon...Iv seen one here thats all fucking painted and body done well, chrome out the ass, a sun roof, jacked up int eh back like a stink bug and a big engine in it and its still a fucking joke, the pinto wagon is worse than any of the others

Yeah, that love shit is great. You go through the stay up all night talking stage, then the can't get enough of each other stage, then the finish each others sentences stage, then the don't have to talk at all stage, then one day your sitting there watching TV and realize an entire day has gone by and you all haven't done anything or even said a single word to each other all day and your relieved cause of that ... then it's time to shake things up. Ya know pick a fight just so ya have something new to say to each other. Yeah love is great. That's marriage folks but I wouldn't trade my wife for anything... well I might trade for a little while but I would want her back.

It looks like a classic to me Chance. I especially like the faux wood grain. :tired_face:

yup thats hte shit box.THe one I spoke of however had been customized! painted dark purple, tinted windows, the sunroof, spinning chrome hub caps, big exhaust, some 50 series tires on the ass end, a real piece of work.Wish I had pics of it, it was god damn awful.this was when I was first married, so early 90s, I wonder if that car survives today.

I actually thought the pacer int he link I provided didn't look half bad... for a Pacer. I'm still to good to drive one but it didn't look to bad. I can say I'm too good for a Pacer cause I had to drive an easter egg yellow Dodge Aries K car wagon for about my first year out of college. I was the shit man... I didn't have the cool roof rack like the one in the link though.

My first car was a 1978 ford granada, 2 door. stripped the six and beefed it up with a 351 cleavland and a heavy tranny, jacked the ass end up, bigger tires on the back than the front, that car was small (for the 70s cars) and light and fast as fuck.I totaled it a year later, racing on a road out here with no traffic int eh night, hit the rail road tracks, caught some air, dukes of fucking hazzard style! when I landed it, sparks flew, tranny on the ground, 3 of 4 tires blown, 2 rims flat on teh bottom and oval the rest of the way around, frame bent to shit, hood popped up.....I did however win that race. My Granada was in better shape and had the vinyl partial on the roof but the same color as the link.

My first car was an '89 Chevy S-10 Blazer with the 4.6L engine. I was metallic brown with a tan stripe down by the rocker panel. I put nice custom chrome wheels on it and Micky T, type tires. I also had a big chrome push bar and brush guards on the front it was sweet till a drunk driver plowed into me.