The night started off at around 9:45. The crew consisted of Mikey Rich, Jeff Ross, BGD, Diamond Dave, Bobby Bedford, Gabe Sganga, Josh Oryhon (He 'Da Funniest) and myself. We arrived at Bobby's "RUSTIC" Cabin nestled in the wood of Stephentown, NY. We ate our "FOOD"; Rossy, Josh and I enjoyed ours with some popcorn.

It's time for me to fast forward to the Good Times.

The REAL night started to reach up towards the heavens around 11 o'clock when the "FOOD" started to kick in. Boy, was I retarded, as the troops made the way to the woods we were accosted by a VAMPIRE BAT that tried to eat us. (I kid you not). After we checked our necks, we regrouped and headed into the forest! Upon arrival, it turned out that there was no forest but in fact a clearing with an immaculate view of the moon. This is when I started to feel really bad or good I guess. After chasing Rossy around the field for a while we retreated back to the cabin. Now this is were the night gets foggy in my head. All I know is I was hit hard and Gabe (The Animal Steel) was ripping tubes like a mad man! I thought to myself in my "retarded state", "Damn yo, I can't be ripping no bong hits when I can't even be speaking the English language"! (Oryhon was speaking gibberish as well) At this point my mind and body were incapable of movement and coherent speech. Rossy was then communicating using his Italian hand gestures and proceeded to knock my FULL BEER onto my nice DRY Old Navy cargo pants. Me, in the retarded state that I was in (still incapable of moving) decided that I could not move my hands in time to intercept the dastardly deed that just soiled my pants. I sat there and endured an evening full of wet pants in cold arctic temperatures. Next thing I know, I'm in Bobby's submarine basement laughing my ass talking like the black guy from "Big Daddy". (I told you I was retarded). It went something like this: "Hhhh Hehhh Huuuhe huhhuhuh.". I then look next to me and and find our Albany State Hockey Captain, Big Gay Dan telling me about his "crazy visuals". Then all I remember is being in the field with all the troops and Mikey "Too Bad the Sabres Lost By A Darius Kaspiriutus Goal" Rich telling us how he wanted to be in an X-Wing (Star Wars) fucking niggas up! At this point I almost lost my gourd. These troops or my niggas, which I like to call them, crack me the hell up. My man Josh ('da Funniest) had "lobster crawls' for gloves. Once again I almost lost it.

The countless amount of never-ending bowls made the night an extravagant night of pot smoking and endless jovial comedy a night to remember. Oh wait I can't forget the hackey-sack incident with Josh - the funniest nigga i know - portraying and old black man saying "This is how we used to do it...ehhh ehhh ehhh." Then he did the imitation of his grandfather swinging at a baseball. WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE HOW FUNNY THIS KID REALLY IS!