Did'ja Beat 'em?

We started out the day having an incredible session with all the guys. Hagness, Justin, Darrell (brought those bars for me WHOO-HOO!), Joe, Tzim, Scuffinator and me all at the Beav courts. After a day of riding, Joe, Scuff, Tzim and I were not done, so we went in search of the golden lot Justin had found, but I am pretty sure it was locked up like a Hell's Angel's jaw on tetnis after a gang war. Next we were shown the most ridable place I have ever witnessed, Grant tennis courts. Incredible lighting, smooth, perfect surface and enough space for Rosie O'Donnell's family reunion, we were shredding right up until 10 o'clock, when the lights heard the fat lady sing. Joe and Tzim had had enough, so Scuff and I headed to Templeton, where we met the biggest idiot I have ever seen hold a job....besides the president.
We got out of the car and noticed a nice shiny new gate. Then we noticed some fat dude sauntering accross the parking lot. "Can I help you?" "No, we're just gonna do a little bit of riding" "Not here, you're not" Fill in the rest of the conversation with the most stupid things any nerd has ever said. He told us that there were cameras, senors and scanners all over the school and we'd set them all off if we rode. Paul asked when they installed those because we had just been riding here a week ago and saw nothing like that.
"They put them in after I had two guys hauled off in cuffs because they wouldn't leave," he said. I asked, "Did'ja beat 'em?" To which he replied, "I wanted to." At that point Sarge was incredulous. Fill in a little more idiotic boasting. We both left him gleaming in the afterglow of having completely asserted his manliness by intimidating two grown men who probably could have killed him without too much trouble. I'll bet that retard voted for Bush, too. Never should have let him live.
~J