Nights Out Gone Wrong
In celebration of the woman who went out for a quiet drink with friends after work, and ended up half naked, kicking a copper in the nads and threatening to smear her own shit over hospital staff, how have your best-laid plans ended in woe?
( , Thu 24 Mar 2011, 16:02)
In celebration of the woman who went out for a quiet drink with friends after work, and ended up half naked, kicking a copper in the nads and threatening to smear her own shit over hospital staff, how have your best-laid plans ended in woe?
( , Thu 24 Mar 2011, 16:02)
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One ugly Friday night
In my first year living in Korea, I was invited to a Friday night punk show in Seoul. It was in honour of the drummer of one band, who was going away to complete his mandatory two years in the military. This means of course, time to get pissed up.
I lived an hour away, and my girlfriend at the time lived right up the street from the club. By the time I showed up at about 11pm, she was already plastered, and I played catch-up. But she had a serious headstart, and passed out somewhere in the back of the club.
The show ended, and I carried her home. Not the first time it'd happened, and it wasn't that far away. Whenever she passed out, she'd be totally out cold, dead weight, and I'd have to put her over my shoulder and fireman-carry her home. So, I tucked her in, and it was only a little after midnight. All the others were off at the bar still drinking. Myself being still not drunk enough, I opted to join them.
Long story short, we drank well into the night, maybe around 4am. As we were leaving, we discovered a car that had been abandoned right in front of the bar. Some of the guys opened the door and hopped in. I climbed on top of it and ended up kicking in the rear window. Didn't take a lot of force at all. I immediately felt guilty and ran off.
I met up with everyone in the main park where we always drink all night when it's warm, and stayed there a while longer, afraid to go past the street with the abandoned car.
Finally I made it home. I crawled into bed, and immediately got sick. I leaned over the bed and barfed on the floor. I rushed down to the washroom, leaving a trail of puke all the way to the toilet. Afterwards, I tried cleaning up the evidence, but I was in no condition to be alive.
Morning came, and my girlfriend woke up first and saw all the barf. The last thing she remembered was me carrying her home and putting her in bed, so she assumed I'd been the sober one through this all, and it was herself who'd made the mess. By the time I woke up, she had everything all clean.
In retrospect, I probably could've kept it a secret from her, but I had this weird guilty feeling nagging me to come clean.
( , Fri 25 Mar 2011, 7:45, 2 replies)
In my first year living in Korea, I was invited to a Friday night punk show in Seoul. It was in honour of the drummer of one band, who was going away to complete his mandatory two years in the military. This means of course, time to get pissed up.
I lived an hour away, and my girlfriend at the time lived right up the street from the club. By the time I showed up at about 11pm, she was already plastered, and I played catch-up. But she had a serious headstart, and passed out somewhere in the back of the club.
The show ended, and I carried her home. Not the first time it'd happened, and it wasn't that far away. Whenever she passed out, she'd be totally out cold, dead weight, and I'd have to put her over my shoulder and fireman-carry her home. So, I tucked her in, and it was only a little after midnight. All the others were off at the bar still drinking. Myself being still not drunk enough, I opted to join them.
Long story short, we drank well into the night, maybe around 4am. As we were leaving, we discovered a car that had been abandoned right in front of the bar. Some of the guys opened the door and hopped in. I climbed on top of it and ended up kicking in the rear window. Didn't take a lot of force at all. I immediately felt guilty and ran off.
I met up with everyone in the main park where we always drink all night when it's warm, and stayed there a while longer, afraid to go past the street with the abandoned car.
Finally I made it home. I crawled into bed, and immediately got sick. I leaned over the bed and barfed on the floor. I rushed down to the washroom, leaving a trail of puke all the way to the toilet. Afterwards, I tried cleaning up the evidence, but I was in no condition to be alive.
Morning came, and my girlfriend woke up first and saw all the barf. The last thing she remembered was me carrying her home and putting her in bed, so she assumed I'd been the sober one through this all, and it was herself who'd made the mess. By the time I woke up, she had everything all clean.
In retrospect, I probably could've kept it a secret from her, but I had this weird guilty feeling nagging me to come clean.
( , Fri 25 Mar 2011, 7:45, 2 replies)
Did you ever....
take advantage of her when she was totally drunk? I mean if she was out cold and you felt horny would you still ejaculate inside her for a laugh?
( , Wed 30 Mar 2011, 16:37, closed)
take advantage of her when she was totally drunk? I mean if she was out cold and you felt horny would you still ejaculate inside her for a laugh?
( , Wed 30 Mar 2011, 16:37, closed)
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