Superbowl Sunday is here, I'm naturally hung over as shit from the previous night's UFC party at the house. It was also kind of a 'meet the hurricane' party because so many people read about him now they are dying to meet this Peter Griffin clone.
He did not disappoint, mostly because his buddhist mentor came also. The mentor guy actually tried to collect money from my friends for watching the fight, and I PAID FOR IT! Then after attempting to do that he proceeded to eat ALL the food. All of it. We had not a single leftover from that night...and my brother's wife is Filipino! They always cook for 90 people when 25 show up. First time in three years that I've known her that she didn't have any leftovers!
When I wake up in the morning there is no Hurricane around. The happiness from this realization was cut short when I looked outside and saw the freak sitting Indian style on the sand. He now does chanting and shit when he does this buddhist shit so I'm just waiting for the cops to show up and question him....because he is doing it about 30 feet from a few hundred kids, there was a jr high surf competition going on that morning.
Eventually I see him walking back to the house, every single step he takes his arms swing up to at least shoulder height. He literally is the walking Peter Griffin. And walking in the sand must be hard for this creature because he is stumbling and almost losing his balance on nearly every step. He is wearing black dress slacks, dress shoes and a long sleeve gray dress shirt. He stops just before getting back on the deck and sits on the beach chairs on the sand. Yup, he is in nearly all black dress clothes laying out in the sun on the lounge chairs. What. A. Freak.
After a half hour or so he jumps on the deck and puts on his rollerblades. Dress socks with rollerblades, that's how the Hurricane rolls yo. He skates off right as Shitass and Hank show up to pick me up for the game.
SA: Did you see the Hurricane, he is rollerblading in his dress clothes!
BD: Dude that's nothing, he was just laying out on the lounge chairs in them!
SA: What a train wreck.
BD: Save the beers, lets take them all over your house.
SA: I can't believe they ate all the leftovers.
BD: I cant believe they tried to charge you guys for attending my party!
SA: These idiots deserve each other. WOW.
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