Thrillkill's 22nd birthday just passed and after vomiting in his chair at the Speak he skated off to find his fortune...only to be seen mere blocks away bouncing off a building and landing in the street, puddle style. another sighting later that evening places Thrillkill in a life and death fistfight with some newspaper boxes and trashcans. Upon being rescued from that peril and with a few parting swings at the offending trash receptacles he was loaded into a car and taken home where he stormed in and made it completely and utterly clear that the two dudes chilling on the couch with his old lady had to promptly "Get the fuck out." At that point his rescuer abandoned ship to the parting sounds of an impending bad scene.. never have such warm and friendly spoken gems tinkled to the sidewalk on the breeze as "who the fuck are you guys? wait..who cares, you gotta go.", and "get the fuck outta my house."
Booyah.
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