BLAZIN' BONFIRE

September 10, 2018 [WILDLY KRAZY]—It was on a Friday, a week before homecoming, back in high school of 2004, so we decided to throw a party, along with a bonfire in the backyard of one of our Krazee's house.

First thing in the morning, KRAZED and I, along with several other Krazees, were in the gym playing basketball after lifting weights, while everyone else was in class.

During our senior year, no one really said anything to KRAZED and I, and a few others, when we spent our entire senior year fucking off, skipping classes, and playing basketball all damn day, because our teachers knew we did not give a fuck about school, so they in return did not give a fuck, either.

KRAZED, after all, only had three classes his entire senior year: weightlifting and gym on odd-days, and business class, that he loved, on even days; and after those classes were done for the day, KRAZED left school and fucked off, anyways.

Myself, I just fucked off…

Anyways, as normal, we were in the gym playing basketball, when KRAZED handed me the ball to run home and take a shit.

"Here—I gotta take a shit; I'll see you later today," he told me.

"Are you coming back for your last class?" I asked KRAZED.

"Fuck no… I'm taking a shit, masturbating, taking a nap, and then showering, getting ready for the party," KRAZED informed.

"Give me a call when you children are out of school," KRAZED yelled, as he ran for the door, heading home to take a shit.

At that time, KRAZED had lived just three or four blocks away from school, so he usually just walked to school; occasionally he drove, but for the most part, he walked in the mornings. Thus, it was not uncommon of him to run home just to take a shit, because KRAZED refused to shit in public restrooms, such as school.

Soon after KRAZED left, a female Krazee came up to me, asking about the party.

"Party is at Justin's house, right?" Jessica asked.

"Yup; are you coming?" I asked Jessica.

"Maybe…if I get free drinks," Jessica said, smiling.

"Show me your titties tonight, and it's on the house," I told Jessica, smiling.

"That doesn't sound like a good deal," Jessica said.

"That's a hell of a deal, because it doesn't cost you anything," I informed Jessica.

"No, because I only get one drink out of the deal, and you get to see two titties, so I should at-least get two drinks to make it a fair deal," Jessica explained.

"The liquor cost us money, though—showing your titties costs nothing," I informed Jessica.

"Still doesn't sound fair," Jessica said.

"Are you coming or not, loser?" I asked.

"I'm not sure…not sure what I am doing," Jessica replied.

"I already know you're showing me your titties at the party," I informed Jessica.

"You're way too confident," Jessica said, laughing.

"I'll see you tonight," I said, as I left the gym, heading for lunch.

"Maybe," Jessica said, as she walked off, smiling.

After school let out, Mike, Nick, and Brandon and I went over to KRAZED's house, so we could prepare for the party. Once at KRAZED's house, we had to wake the fucking bum up, as he was passed out on his couch, snoring.

"Wake up, bitch!" Brandon said, as he shook KRAZED from a dead sleep.

"Get off me, dick-breath," KRAZED said, pushing Brandon off.

"We have to get ready for the party. Jessica might show me her tits tonight," I informed KRAZED.

"They're pierced," KRAZED informed, as he sat up on the couch, taking a drink of water.

"You've already saw them?" I asked KRAZED.

"Ya, we all went over to her house last summer, skinny dipping in her pool," KRAZED replied.

"That was the day your punk ass decided to bitch out, and go hangout with your girl. There were six other chicks there swimming topless, too," KRAZED said.

"I was hanging out with my girlfriend," I replied.

"The one that cheated on you?" Brandon asked, laughing.

"Yes, the Catholic chick from LeBlond [Bishop LeBlond High School; Catholic private school] he never even fucked, while she slept with six other dudes on the football team," KRAZED said.

"Fuck you guys," I said.

"Oh…Catholic girls…they're always fun," Mike said, laughing.

"I tried warning the fucker, but he was in love with pussy he never received," KRAZED said.

"What about Amelia? She was Catholic, and you were fucking her," I informed KRAZED.

"That's your key word, son—I was fucking her—and it has nothing to do with being a Catholic," KRAZED said.

"Ya, we knew who she was, and her past; and we tried warning you, several times," Nick informed, cutting KRAZED off.

"How did you find out she was cheating on you?" Brandon asked me.

"I told him," KRAZED said, interrupting.

"How did you find out?" Brandon asked KRAZED.

"Through a girl that knew her—a classmate of hers," KRAZED said.

"Through Amelia; one of Steven's fuck-buddies," I informed Brandon.

By the way, Steven is KRAZED's real name.

"Are we going to sit here all day, or are we getting ready for the party?" Mike blurted, and asked.

"A couple shots—Brandon is driving," Nick informed.

"Just a few, and then I need to go run to the mall and buy a new outfit for the party," KRAZED said.

"Outfit for what?" Mike asked.

"I ensure I look good everywhere I go, especially to a party full of pussy," KRAZED said.

"Where's the Tequila, you fuckin' Spic—I know you have that shit somewhere hidden," Nick asked KRAZED, as he looked through KRAZED's house.

"It wouldn't be in the dining room, fuck-face—it's in my bedroom," KRAZED informed Nick.

As we entered KRAZED's bedroom, Jessica texted, asking where we were.

"Jessica texted, asking what we were doing," I told everyone.

"Who's she with?" KRAZED asked.

I texted Jessica, and asked.

"Echo," I informed KRAZED.

"Tell'em to swing by," KRAZED said.

As we waited for the girls to show up at KRAZED's house, we took turns taking shots. Within a few minutes, everyone, beside Brandon, had drunken at-least seven shots. I cannot remember the exact amount, and neither does KRAZED, but it was quite a bit. Put it this away—within a few minutes, I was already buzzing.

"Fuckin' Tara told me today in class that females have five holes…" Mike said.

"Five holes?" Brandon asked.

"Pussy, asshole, piss-hole, and mouth…what's the fifth hole?" KRAZED asked in confusion, as he took another shot.

"Fuck if I know; she wouldn't tell me," Mike said.

"I think she's a fucking alien," I said.

"For the longest time I did not know they removed the umbilical cord after birth," Mike said, laughing.

"What the fuck did you think they did with it?" Brandon asked, laughing.

"I thought they rolled that shit back up, and stuffed it back up the woman's twat, like a vacuum cleaner cord," Mike said, laughing.

"As a kid, I always thought polar bears and penguins lived together in the same region," Nick said, laughing.

"Fuckin' Disney cartoons," KRAZED said, laughing.

At that time, Echo and Jessica walked into KRAZED's bedroom.

"You fucks are already starting without us?" Jessica asked.

"Here, take a couple," KRAZED said, as he handed Jessica a shot of Tequila.

"By the way, you little sluts are wearing skirts, and did not show me the panties before entering?" KRAZED asked, smiling.

"Is that a rule, or something?" Echo asked.

"Yes, it's the rule to entering my bedroom," KRAZED said.

Echo lifts up her skirt and shows KRAZED, as KRAZED rubs her pussy, through her pink thong.

"You're a fucking pervert," Jessica said, laughing.

"And you're an alcoholic, drinking my Tequila," KRAZED reminded Jessica.

"One shot does not make me an alcoholic," Jessica said, smiling.

"Seeing panties does not make me a pervert then," KRAZED said, smiling.

"What're you little sluts out doing anyways?" KRAZED asked the girls.

"Decided to come bug you guys," Echo said, smiling.

"Are your guys coming to the party tonight?" Nick asked.

"Not sure," Jessica said.

"They're coming, or they wouldn't be wearing skirts and thongs," KRAZED said, confidently.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Echo asked KRAZED.

"You're looking to get wienered," KRAZED said.

"Whatever," Echo said, laughing.

"True story," KRAZED replied.

"Hey, how many holes does a female have?" Mike asked.

"Holes? What?" Jessica asked in confusion.

"Pussy, asshole, piss-hole, and mouth…what's the fifth hole?" KRAZED asked.

"There isn't a fifth hole," Echo and Jessica said, after looking at each other in confusion.

"Tara told me females have a fifth hole," Mike explained.

"Tara must be weird," Echo said.

"I knew that bitch was an alien," I said.

"Is that all you guys do is sit around getting drunk and talking about pussies?" Jessica asked.

"No, we were sitting around talking about your titties earlier, before you came over," KRAZED informed Jessica.

"What're talking about my titties for?" Jessica asked, laughing.

"I told this fucker [pointing towards me] that you had nice tits that were pierced. He said you were showing him your titties for some free liquor," KRAZED said.

"I didn't tell you that, asshole," Jessica said, laughing, talking to me.

"I said might," I said in defense.

"Free shots for the whole night, if you show your titties right now," KRAZED said, smiling.

"You guys are the biggest perverts I know," Jessica said, laughing.

"Supply and demand, love," KRAZED said laughing.

Jessica lifted up her shirt, revealing two b-sized titties that supported two, small nipple-looped rings.

"I told you see had nice titties," KRAZED said, smiling, looking over at me.

"When are you going to let me eat that pussy," KRAZED asked, smiling.

"Never," Jessica said, smiling.

"Liar," KRAZED said, before taking a shot of Tequila.

After about 10-minutes of bullshitting, after KRAZED took a shower, and a few more shots, we drove to the mall. Of course, KRAZED is meticulous when it comes to clothes, so he did not find anything he liked. Therefore, we then drove to an athletic retail store.

By this point, we were pretty much a few shots away from date-rape.

Inside of the retail store, they had five treadmills on display. Of course, KRAZED got the idea to fuck with Mike, as we normally did.

"I bet you $20-bucks you can't run on that bitch at full speed," KRAZED said, daring Mike.

"That shit is easy, son," Mike said, confidently.

"$20-bucks says you can't stay on there for more than a minute," KRAZED dared Mike.

"Watch out," Mike told me, as he jumped on the treadmill, half-drunk.

"I'll push the buttons, bitch—just focus on running," KRAZED informed Mike, as Mike started jogging on the treadmill.

Within a few seconds, KRAZED had the treadmill at top-speed, as Mike's legs tried desperately just to keep up with the speed. Seconds later, Mike's feet gave way, causing Mike to face plant onto the speeding treadmill. Right after Mike faced planted onto the treadmill, the damn thing shot Mike across the aisle at lightning speed, and into the clothes rack that sat behind the treadmill. Once Mike hit the clothes rack, the damn thing tipped over on top of him, flinging the clothes onto the floor, creating a loud noise that echoed throughout the quiet building, damn near scaring everyone.

Consequently, everyone in the store turned around, as two, young female employees came running over, trying to help Mike off the ground.

"Oh my god! Are you alright?!" one of the female workers asked, as she and her coworker laughed their asses off, along with us.

It was one of the funniest damn things I have ever saw.

KRAZED and Brandon sat on the floor, laughing their asses off, as their faces turned red. Jessica and Echo walked off laughing hysterically, while a little embarrassed as the whole damn store stared at Mike as he pulled himself from the tipped-over clothes rack.

After KRAZED paid for his clothes, we left and headed for Justin's house, to set up the bonfire, and our liquor table, where we would, of course, sell liquor.

Once we got there, a few of our Krazees showed up to help with the bonfire.

After a few minutes of stacking the wood, KRAZED, Brandon, and Nick left to go get more firewood from a guy that we knew. Meanwhile, Jessica, and Echo and I stayed behind to setup the liquor table, while Justin and Brad, along with a few other Krazees, poured gasoline onto the bonfire, trying to get it started before everyone showed up.

After they got it started, Brad's dumbass continued to pour gasoline onto the bonfire, using a 5-gallon plastic gasoline can. Within a few seconds, the fire from the bonfire traveled up the gasoline and into the can, and when Brad saw it, he flung the can into the air, looking like a giant fireball.

This happened towards the end of September, or early October—we cannot remember the exact date—but the entire summer experienced a drought that lasted up to this point in the story. Therefore, the grass was bone-dry, plus dead, dried leaves covered the grass, so when the gasoline can hit the ground, it exploded, causing flames to rapidly spread across Justin's backyard.

Reaching at-least 3-feet in height, the fire rushed across Justin's yard with incredible speed, heading for his house, so we bust ass trying to stomp it out, while Justin's mom rushes out of the house, carrying a pitcher of water. Luckily, Justin's dad was outside, because he comes sprinting with the water hose, drenching the yard. Within minutes, we heared fire trucks racing through the neighborhood. By that time, though, we had the fire pretty much extinguished; however, the fire damn near left Justin's entire backyard charred and black.

At that time, it was scary as hell, because the fire engulfed the backyard so quickly, I pictured Justin's house burning to the ground, but looking back on it now, we laugh our asses off to this day.

"What the fuck did you guys do?" Brandon and KRAZED asked, once they got back to the house with the firewood.

"Brad's pyro ass caught the yard on fire," I told them, explaining the whole story.

Eventually, everyone showed up to the party. During that night, KRAZED and I worked the liquor table.

Within maybe two hours into the party, the girls started running out of their liquor and drinks, so just like damn near every party, they started showing us their tits for free shots and drinks, until we finally got tired of seeing tits.

These two chicks, who we do not know, walked up to the table, offering to show their tits for two shots.

"I've seen at-least a dozen pair of tits tonight, so you better do better than that," KRAZED informed them.

"Like what?" the blonde chick asked.

"Some ass," KRAZED said.

Evidently, they needed some liquor bad enough, because they pulled down their jeans and panties, and bent right over in front of us. KRAZED had an ass in his face, and I had the other chick's ass in my face, as we sat in our metal, fold-up chairs.

"Touch those toes; I can't see shit," KRAZED informed the girls.

At-least four or five chicks showed us their asses for free drinks that night, while I took pictures, so here is a picture from the party. Yes, of course, it is posted with permission from the chick that we know.

Enjoy, because we did. ;)