shits weak.

have you ever played the game called "shits weak?"
its where you lie to someone, about something almost believeable but a little out there, but make them believe it. and when they do, you say "shits weak."
OR if you play a prank, or they say something or do something stupid, i guess thats considered part of the game too.
but mainly its, when you lie about something.
i used to play that game all the time, but not anymore.
one time, ryan and ben thought it would be hilarious to get me really good one day. and that was the end of the shits weak game for me.
story time!!!
it was when ryan and i were talking/texting/ hanging out ALOT before we started dating...
and he would always send me a text in the morning saying "jeeennnnnnnnn"
well one morning i didnt get one, and it was around 11 oclock am. i just figured he was sleeping, or whatever... didnt think much of it.
around 1, i still hadnt talked to him, and thought about texting him first and saying hi. i didnt. then bill texted me asking if i had talked to ryan and i said no. and bill started the whole thing off by saying... "oh. well we got drunk last night, and he was gone this morning when i woke up" (they used to get hotels alot. better than staying on a ship. navy guys. ugh)
so i sent ryan a message thinking he went to base and slept in his car til he had to go to work.
didnt get any response.
THEN, ben called me, sounding all concerned, asking if i was with ryan. and if i had talked to him, because he was supposed to be at work.
now... when ben gets involved with anything... he doesnt usually get involved with this kind of shit. so i took him seriously.
about an hour went by, and bill texted me again... asking if i had talked to ryan yet.
so i warned bill, that if i was getting shits weaked right now, i was going to be furious.
it was around... 8pm, id say... and i get a call from some random number and its some guy claiming to be a doctor for a mr ryan tar -tar. and he said ryan was in a drinking and driving car accident on the 15 north, (going towards my house) and that he was in a coma.
looking back now, im a fucking retard for believeing this... because why would i be his next of kin or in case of emergency? and not his dad??? haha!
but i believed it all the same.
i tried to be calm and listen to what the hell, the guy was saying. but he stuttered alot and talked slow.

so i asked my room mates if they would watch my son, so i could go to the hospital with ben, to see if he was ok. bla bla bla...
about 2 minutes later, ben calls me... and he sounded all panicked... and goes.. "SHITS WEAK!!!"
i was so pissed. i hung up on him.