Weekend at the Rentals

Nothing like when a few childhood buddies escape City life to setup shop back with the rentals for some vintage Diner food, basketball, house partying and Dui's - or Dewies for short.

7:30 am. Saturday Morning. phone call

Buddy: uhh. yo. You uh, no where my car is??

Ace:: if your asking ME where your car is, you are in deep, deep trouble.

Buddy: well. my mom just poked me, I opened my eyes and she said "You were dropped off, passed out, on the porch about 20 mins ago. Where the hell is my car?!"....I'm like, what the fuck? I'm not on the porch!..... I clearly was. Oh and my phone and wallet are gone.

Ace:: okay. I'm not gonna lie, you were hamboned lastnight. All I remember is your shirt being off, us calling you Escobar, then you took ur clothes off, went pool hopping, and the cops showing up. Oh, and I got it all on film.

Buddy:: okay, well, first off. Fuck you. Secondly. Did I do anything questionable.

Ace:: nahhhh. well, the majority of people we know would rather not associate with us ever again, but other than that we're gravy.

Buddy: Okay, it appears that I was also at the police station.

Ace:: Sounds right, a few people got dewies lastnight. Well, 3 cases of Twisted Teas, the beach and some jams should recharge your batteries.

Buddy:: I don't know how, but I will be there in 20.