John Stevens = Big Faggot

As of this moment I have not had one overnight this entire summer.

Some of you readers may already know the story, but for those of you who do not I will explain.

It was a saturday night I had a few people over to my house and we heard the Breeanna Stevens was having people over, so we said what the hell and went. Little did we know the night we get very interesting. You see we thought that Bree's parents were home, however they were not. And Bree overeacted thinking that she had too many people over and decided that we ( Me, Carl Protsch, Ben Johnson, Barb King, Nick Basile, Chad Tidemann, Rob Bruggeman and Zakk Brewer) were the root of this problem. So Bree (having no balls) sent her sister out to the back porch where we were hurtlessly listeing to Nick's Mr Lake impression, to kick us out of the party. So we were shocked and slightly pissed, but we got up and left with a brand new soccar ball. Then we started to plan....

PLAN
I went over to chads with ben to spend the night ( my last one ever) and nick went to zakks and carl and rob went home. Then we all got on AIM and started to plan. Chad had approx. 200 rolls of tp and Zakk had 100 so we planned to use it all. Carl said that he would pick us up at around 2:00 am.

Action
We were all ready at chads house then Ben Johnson fell asleep. Becuase we were already worried that carls car wouldn't have enough room, so Chad and I never woke him up ( auctually turned out to be for the better for his sake). Then Nick knocked on our window with his chimpanzee hands and we were off with 300 rolls of Toilet Paper in Carls Car. We parked down about two blocks and walked up with the tp in garbage bags. Zakk did not want to through the paper so he became the watchman as Me, Carl, Nick, Chad, and Rob went to work. By the time we were finished it was approaching 4:00 am and we needed to get going.

The Next Day
The Stevens opened thier door on a glorious Sunday morning in a great mood only to find our little suprise, the screams could be heard throughout the entire housing community ( okay so I really don't know what happened when they opened the door, but this is my story isn't it!) Chad and I awoke to a phone call from Carl to notify us that he had bull shitted his way out of it, and not to tell. But I will not go into detail about that senstive subject. We eventually ended up picking up tp for 8 hours and hearing John Stevens bitch at us, like we had violated his trust and his daughter. The truth is the guy was a huge ass about the whole thing. First of all I know that if I got tped regardless of many rolls it was my dad wouldn't call around and try to get someone there to clean it up. He would simply say, " Well they are YOUR friends, so it is YOUR mess" THings got worse when we were cleaning and Eliot Protsch got back from a hunting trip only to hear of this. When he showed up he pulled carl to the side and told him, "You are In the Worst Trouble of Your Life!". He then lectured Zakk, Nick, and Rob, " Fuck Guys didn't you learn your lesson from the last time when you tped horse girl ( Melissa)." Over all I am not sure that the experince was worth it. I really hate John Stevens!