Utterly Drunk
Now is your chance to warn others of the dangers of drinking to excess. On the other hand, what hilarious japes did you get up to while shitfaced?
Thanks to Battered for the suggestion
( , Thu 14 Feb 2013, 11:55)
Now is your chance to warn others of the dangers of drinking to excess. On the other hand, what hilarious japes did you get up to while shitfaced?
Thanks to Battered for the suggestion
( , Thu 14 Feb 2013, 11:55)
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Early Tub Girl.
I’ve repressed this one for years, due to reasons that will become abundantly clear.
My first shag was a bit, um...memorable for all the wrong reasons.
I was about 18, at a house party, lots of grog, young people getting drunk etc etc.
I got completely shitfaced, could hardly stand up, but ended up in a bedroom with a...err...slightly larger than normal equally drunk girl. It was her bedroom, and she was rather keen for me (or any bloke with a pulse) to stay the night. She was a bit rough, bit of a scrubber, but I had the beer goggles well and truly welded on.
We fumbled around for a bit, and much to my excitement, started doing the deed, like, you know, real sex and stuff! Gosh, it was better than I’d imagined, and best of all, large girl was an enthusiastic partner. Very enthusiastic. Sort of...like, really really enthusiastic, directing the action like a control freak hippo on heat.
I had just started shagging her doggy style, looked down to admire her large flabby white buttocks, and saw that she hadn’t really done a great job of wiping her arse when she has last coiled out a shit.
Farrrkin gross, man. The faint smell of shit set me off, and despite trying to pull out I chundered all over her back and the bed. There was a pause, then the chain reaction kicked in, and she projectile vomited all over the bed too.
Pure Class.
So, there I was, balls deep in a large girl, in a sea of mutual vomit. I momentarily stopped humping, “this is not very nice, it’s gone too far”. I thought.
A couple of seconds of silence... the stench of freshly regurgitated pizza wafting through my nose...then she loudly screams...”don’t fucking stop fuck ya! Keep fucking going, keep fucking going’”.
Jesus Christ. What kind of animal would want to continue after that little interlude?
I felt obliged to keep going, but the whole experience was becoming, errr, way too sordid. And smelly. After a bit, I clambered off the bed, and despite the enticing (not) offer of bum sex, made my exit.
I stumbled around the house, coated in a slick of vomit, found my clothes, stole a towel and stumbled home as quickly as I could.
Never saw her again.
Fucking sick.
( , Tue 19 Feb 2013, 3:01, 14 replies)
I’ve repressed this one for years, due to reasons that will become abundantly clear.
My first shag was a bit, um...memorable for all the wrong reasons.
I was about 18, at a house party, lots of grog, young people getting drunk etc etc.
I got completely shitfaced, could hardly stand up, but ended up in a bedroom with a...err...slightly larger than normal equally drunk girl. It was her bedroom, and she was rather keen for me (or any bloke with a pulse) to stay the night. She was a bit rough, bit of a scrubber, but I had the beer goggles well and truly welded on.
We fumbled around for a bit, and much to my excitement, started doing the deed, like, you know, real sex and stuff! Gosh, it was better than I’d imagined, and best of all, large girl was an enthusiastic partner. Very enthusiastic. Sort of...like, really really enthusiastic, directing the action like a control freak hippo on heat.
I had just started shagging her doggy style, looked down to admire her large flabby white buttocks, and saw that she hadn’t really done a great job of wiping her arse when she has last coiled out a shit.
Farrrkin gross, man. The faint smell of shit set me off, and despite trying to pull out I chundered all over her back and the bed. There was a pause, then the chain reaction kicked in, and she projectile vomited all over the bed too.
Pure Class.
So, there I was, balls deep in a large girl, in a sea of mutual vomit. I momentarily stopped humping, “this is not very nice, it’s gone too far”. I thought.
A couple of seconds of silence... the stench of freshly regurgitated pizza wafting through my nose...then she loudly screams...”don’t fucking stop fuck ya! Keep fucking going, keep fucking going’”.
Jesus Christ. What kind of animal would want to continue after that little interlude?
I felt obliged to keep going, but the whole experience was becoming, errr, way too sordid. And smelly. After a bit, I clambered off the bed, and despite the enticing (not) offer of bum sex, made my exit.
I stumbled around the house, coated in a slick of vomit, found my clothes, stole a towel and stumbled home as quickly as I could.
Never saw her again.
Fucking sick.
( , Tue 19 Feb 2013, 3:01, 14 replies)
That's disgusting - you completely confused 'clambered' with 'clamoured'. Yuck.
( , Tue 19 Feb 2013, 3:15, closed)
( , Tue 19 Feb 2013, 3:15, closed)
Hi Ken
This is your sense of propriety just reminding you to delete your account when you are finally done with b3ta just to ensure your children never read about how you lost your virginity.
:P
( , Tue 19 Feb 2013, 4:05, closed)
This is your sense of propriety just reminding you to delete your account when you are finally done with b3ta just to ensure your children never read about how you lost your virginity.
:P
( , Tue 19 Feb 2013, 4:05, closed)
I think this admission pretty much kills off any remote possibility of attending a bash.
( , Tue 19 Feb 2013, 6:28, closed)
Not necessarily
but you may have excluded yourself from any bumfun with any of the single, female attendees.
( , Tue 19 Feb 2013, 7:54, closed)
but you may have excluded yourself from any bumfun with any of the single, female attendees.
( , Tue 19 Feb 2013, 7:54, closed)
In the words of another Internet user
"I always thought I was relatively broad-minded, until someone told me to google "Vomit fetish"."
Try also, "Emitophile" (sp?)
( , Tue 19 Feb 2013, 9:49, closed)
"I always thought I was relatively broad-minded, until someone told me to google "Vomit fetish"."
Try also, "Emitophile" (sp?)
( , Tue 19 Feb 2013, 9:49, closed)
I know a woman who used to work as an, um, "escort"
...and declared once that she was, therefore, unshockable.
Turns out that that wasn't true. She'd never heard of a Rainbow Felch, for example.
( , Tue 19 Feb 2013, 12:50, closed)
...and declared once that she was, therefore, unshockable.
Turns out that that wasn't true. She'd never heard of a Rainbow Felch, for example.
( , Tue 19 Feb 2013, 12:50, closed)
I'm going to click this just see, if it wins whether Rob would put at the top of the newsletter.
( , Tue 19 Feb 2013, 21:02, closed)
( , Tue 19 Feb 2013, 21:02, closed)
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