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Thousands upon Thousands of people showed up last night for the Master P going away party. The party official started when DJ Youtube, blasted Rock me Amadeus to kick off the bash.
A heated midnight Volleyball game ensued with 5 people on a team, with "anything goes" rules enforced. Co-Captain Otto Ottermen was brilliant in spiking, volleying, kicking the ball, head-bunting, tripping over the net, and taking out his own teammates by punching the ball in their groin region.
Other outdoor activities included horseshoes, ladder-ball, hacky sack, be your own DJ station, eating, drinking, relaxing, and ripping on Mogilny.
Master P was phenomenal in ripping on Mogilny, and devouring all the free alcoholic beverages he could consume.
"Mogilny nobody was to play your gay activities you set up today. Why don't you go back inside and have sex with animals. And make me a Margarita with lime this time, you bitch." Master P commented
Also Master P was awarded the comment of the night with "Squirrel meat is delicious."
But things got a little out of control towards the end of the night, during the Mogilny spectacular fireworks show.
Master P in a drunken rage, charged the DJ booth and demanded to take over.
"I want to hear the farmers news report. Turn off this God Bless America Shit. I'm going to live out in the woods for 6-months, and I need to know what the participation intake will be in the months of June and July."
DJ Mickustein refuse to give up the coveted crown, and called for security.
Master P continue his rant.
"This is my party, I want to hear what I want. Fuck all these people. Fuck Mogilny, Fuck his house, Fuck his hospitality, Fuck his free food, and Fuck his DJ equipment."
At that moment Master P raised his hand in the air, and threaten to punch all of Mogilny's expensive Imported electronics.
DJ Mickustein called Master P's bluff
"Go ahead and destroy everything. This isn't my shit anyway. I just wanted to play Feliz Navidad, for the Mexicans across the street and now we're listening to AM Farm Report instead."
Master P still determine to listen to his AM Farm Report, continued his drunken outrage.
"I don't care about those illegal Mexicans across the street. Tonight I had to endure Evil Mogilny burning my cheeseburger, Mogilny giving me lucid warm free drinks, live entertainment that was sub par, conversations that were pedestrian, and a DJ that played music even Boytanio and Arena would cringe at. Its my party and I'll do what I please. Give me that mic, and shut the fuck up."
To further alleviate matters, Buzz Killington pulled up to join the Master fest. As soon as Killington raised his hand to acknowledge the crowd of his arrival, everyone immediately darted for the exits.
The Crowd disperse will a few goodbyes, as they were running away.
"See ya Master P."
"Have fun in California"
"Good Luck with your farming"
To conclude the night Master P stumble into the Mogilny Playhouse, and passed out across the living room couch. Sounds of snoring and leather rubbing against Master P's wizard like beard were heard throughout the Buena Vista area.
Overall most party goers had a pleasant experience. Master P is currently on a flight to Reno, for his West Coast Farewell tour. Than he will take his caravan to Sacramento, to meet with his crew and supervisor. Master P is determine to stay and live in California. Even if it means living off the land, and hunting for black bear.
Adios Master P.
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