Sunday, February 15, 2009

The Life & Time Of Buddy W.


This is an epic story that you might have heard once or twice in your travels but it's too good not to post. 

Buddy is living it up one night at Holy Cross with not a care in the world. The snow covers the ground outside like giant white blanket, but Jordan chooses to wear sandals anyway. Inside Jordan is chugging cups of Southern Comfort in his attempt to consume more alcohol then a high school senior. Where some might say this is Jordan's downfall I simply say he was making Harwich proud. Now Buddy and friends are on their way to a house party off campus and things start to get a little violent. Jordan pushes Jared off a fence post he was sitting on, and a beer that was in JWil's pocket explodes over his expensive cellphone. Jordan can tell he was in the wrong and in an attempt to apologize to Jared he rips the Polo sweater he was wearing. Jared still complains about that sweater being ripped to this day, but thats neither here nor there. Still walking to the party, Jordan starts getting a bit messy yelling obsentaties to large black males and making bathroom breaks in the bushes. Now everyone taking care of Jordan decides he is too much of a nuisance to bring anywhere and try making their way back home. This is when Buddy turns up the heat. Now Jordan is fighting anyone and everyone that gets in his way including his girlfriend Amanda. Nathan and Sean have Jordan pinned up against a fence and take some free body shots to his mid-section then throw him in a car to get him back to the dorm. At this point Jordan is dead weight and a football player has to carry him inside. He picks up Buddy to put him over his shoulder and in that moment Jordan's rather large nantucket red pants fall to his ankles along with his boxers. Buddy is now finally in bed but everyone knows the morning doesn't look promising after Jordan's wild night. He awakes next morning and is throwing up highlighter yellow bile on the way home. Now if thats not a story he'll tell his children and grandchildren I don't know what is.

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