Teenage PartiesAh, the heady days when catering consisted of a crate of lager and some vodka illicitly extracted by whoever looked oldest, decoration consisted of removing any breakable furniture and the morning after was just the morning and not the rest of the week.
Tell us who you snogged, where you threw up and who just would not leave.
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chthonic, Thu 13 Apr 2006, 10:20)
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21, but i pretend to be peter panmy mate's 21st party was held the weekend of my birthday and two months after hers. made sense somehow.
nothing of any particular interest occurred until the party died and people starting trying to find places to sleep. i was one of the last to nab a spot, and ended up having to share with a mate of the host's. unbeknown to me, a female nymphomaniac mate of the host's.
so there we are, sharing a space on the floor and a blanket, when she starts spooning me. i gulped slightly. she then announced how fantastic her breasts were, grabbed my hand and made me sample their delights whilst further proclaiming "and i'm fucking horny". "er... yes, they are, but i'm gay".
now you think it'd stop there, no? no. "oh... *disappointment* well... i suppose it doesn't really matter." "yes it fucking does!"
fortunately she passed out at this point.
anyone else got a story of mistaken sexuality and/or the fear of rape?
(, Thu 13 Apr 2006, 20:33, Reply)
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