There was guy wearing a “tapout” shirt. (I hate those shirts)
We had a conversation about it. I told him I hated Tapout and started undressing him. I took his ssweater off then the Tapout shirt off and then put his sweater back on for him.
Poor guy. Now I feel like a girl version of a douchebag.
[quote]jchenky wrote:
I was very drunk friday night.
There was guy wearing a “tapout” shirt. (I hate those shirts)
We had a conversation about it. I told him I hated Tapout and started undressing him. I took his ssweater off then the Tapout shirt off and then put his sweater back on for him.
Poor guy. Now I feel like a girl version of a douchebag.[/quote]
He should have put raisins in your drink. That would have put you in your place.
I went out on Wednesday night I think it was. Must of been a student night or some kind of event for those lot, because loads of them where in fancy dress.
Anyway, I pulled this chick who was basically covered head to toe in cellophane plastic stuff, with a sign around here neck saying “have safe sex”. Anyway, I fucked the shit out of a condom!
[quote]jchenky wrote:
I was very drunk friday night.
There was guy wearing a “tapout” shirt. (I hate those shirts)
We had a conversation about it. I told him I hated Tapout and started undressing him. I took his ssweater off then the Tapout shirt off and then put his sweater back on for him.
Poor guy. Now I feel like a girl version of a douchebag.[/quote]
Dont feel bad for him. Hes going to wear that shirt more often.
Not only did you start talking to him, but he got some drunk girl to take his clothes off.
He was on his 27th shot when I arrived at the party. Two hours later, when everyone else was wasted, someone started yelling from the bathroom, appeared in the hallway, and waved for everyone to come over while holding their nose. This guy had passed out while taking a crap and left the door open. Of course, we were all drunk, so this was prime photo time. Later that night he woke up, tried to puke between his legs, but it landed in his boxers instead. The next morning he woke up and calmly went on his way.
We still call him Acorn Shitty. One guess how he got the first name.
The worst one however- once I was so wasted I hit on my boss… at his going away party. The bad thing being that he was still going to be my boss, just moving to a different building.
Best night-
So wasted that I convinced a girl to let me come crash on her couch by presenting the idea of a threesome with her and a band member. Of course, I passed out on her couch as soon as I got through the door.
The next morning it took a sec to realize where I was. The first thing I ever heard that girl say sober was “I’m naked (she apparently hadn’t passed out nearly as quick as me)!” In a happy voice.
Turns out she’s the most intelligent girl I know. 26 and working on her Ph.D. We pissed infront of each other and half-raped the bartender before we even knew each other’s names.