Theres to much negativity around here. Anyone have some good stories involving alcohol or drugs ![[Image: angel.gif]](https://rooshvforum.network/images/smilies/angel.gif)
I need to think back to my younger years.
I need to think back to my younger years.
Party and Alcohol Stories
Yeah, from the 10 minute bang.
I wrote the story elsewhere on the net for some london guys, can't remember what site but I've found it in text format
I was hungover Saturday after meeting up with some ex-colleagues for 7 to 8 pints. One of my friends The Gobbler was hosting a party at his parents exotic flat that night, an exotic flat devoid of furniture, but nevertheless still pimping. The plus side of an hangover is the smooth deep voice it can give, your tone is the same and you don’t attempt to change the pitch like a needy bitch. Not that I have a problem with that anyway but keep that in mind the next time you think you can not go day gaming because of your previous night’s binge (though it may make you less lively, rely on wings).
Onto the night in question I got to The Gobbler’s pretty early, two other acquaintances of mine – Da Brick and Massovich were there already spuriously drinking large amounts of caipirinha and a few lines of coke. The Gobbler is Brazilian and got his name from one high moment where he trashed Massovich’s washing machine with mango and proceeded to tell him to ‘gobble on his nuts’ when asked to clean up. Da Brick is a great friend of mine, values himself highly and is adept at handling multiple long term relationships though he’s confined himself to one at this present time. Massovich is a good lad, he’s had his decent share of women, though the quality of these women is something that is hard to look past! We were practically alone for close to 2 hours, just the 4 of us, The Gobbler had invited up to around 30 people, this is a difficult phase pre-party, keeping the motivation for 2 hours and a good state can be difficult. However with the acquaintances I had, it was easy, we amog’d each other a lot, it probably helped to get all that out of way before we ruined each other’s chances of picking up when it started livening up. Things such as how Massovich is so tight he tried to pull a fiver out of the cash machine on the way to the party…
Finally The Gobbler’s clan started to arrive, his girlfriend and her numerous friends and some of Da Brick’s significant others friends. The party started to get into full flow, tequilas, jaeger’s, champagne, capeirinha, rum, vodka, beer and cocaine. Da Brick went through the motions creating value for me with people I had not even spoke to yet. Massovich was absolutely hammered, he was going to get nothing he probably thought, he was dragged off around 1am to some other joint by a couple of guys. I thought this was a mistake on his and their part, there was a lot of energy in the place and the ratio was 2-1 in favour for the men, they complained about the quality of women. I carried on getting to know the various little cliques, my preconceived target was actually one of Da Brick’s partner’s entourage, I realised that was a mistake once I saw her again, there was nothing that I could see that attracted me to her, she was a nice girl and that was pretty much it.
I had an encounter with one girl, who asked for my name, I gamed as my instincts told me, acted a bastard, told her things that would not be out of place on a porn set and ended up a few minutes later pressing her up against a pillar. It’s very hard for me to actually remember how I got into this, I remember throwing the obligatory negs and running some quick C+F. Then I was just straight down to the point and to what I would do to her, there was no routine, it was just a fun vibe and very controlling. I think I’ve reached a point in my development where I probably say similar things in a lot of my pick ups, but they are not routines or gambit’s anymore and I don’t actively crack my brain to run them, I just use them. I don’t lie, unless I’m telling them I’m a refuse collector which does happen on occasion, I can’t say it’s a ‘natural’ game, it is something I’ve learnt over time and it’s become nature to me though I do tend to veer towards thinking my inner game is fucked from previous robotic sequences and still needs a lot of work. This girl I left gagging at the pillar as I fucked off to replenish my glass, naturally I got sidetracked there by some serious conversations, those that arise when the majority are drunk, serious at the time but in reality not even a discussion when the crowd are sober.
The girl who I had left came looking for me in the kitchen and I mugged her off, I don’t even recall why I did it, but it happened. I saw her later and she still had that glint in the eye for me. She left soon after with some of her friends and I caught the eye of Gobbler’s partners accomplices, I’m sure she had spotted me with the previous girl, of course naturally this did not stop her, it intrigued her more. She had given into instinct over logic as the night grew longer, it’s a hind brain vs fore brain conflict of the female mind, at a certain point on a drunken night instinct will win and defences will fall. She approached and tried her best to get me to dance. I ran a similar routine on her I guess, same pillared corner, same mugging off,. There was a chode hanging around her like a bad rash where the ‘dance floor’ had been designated. You know the type of guy, dancing to himself, hoping to get noticed, girl notices him and he bursts out into some ‘awesome’ dance steps, girl no longer notices him, he stops dancing and drinks his beer to hide the awkwardness. I just stood there and admired the non-existent interaction and the awkwardness of the situation for the guy. He grabbed the girl and said a few words and she pushed him away and got away how girl’s do from such qualifying needy beta attention.
I felt in no way threatened by this at all, I knew I had her attention, I knew she valued me more and that she would follow. So I left them to their awkwardness and wandered off into this massive flat ending up predictably in the kitchen for more shots of tequila, jaeger and some more Bob Marley. As I predicted she followed a minute or so later and asked me to dance with her, I said I’d think about it if she turned the shitty music she was playing on her iPod off. I let her dance with me for about 10 seconds before I did a little of the bait, hook, reel and release that I'd become common to doing. This set it up perfectly and I grabbed her hand and whisked her off to find a place to isolate and take into comfort.
I forgot the lack of furniture, but thank fuck for there being this nice carpet all around, it wasn’t long before she had jumped on me and there was no LMR. It was hot, passionate and to her it seemed to last an age. Against a window looking out across one of the capital’s landmark’s at 6.30 in the morning… she constantly ran shit tests after that, trying to get a response out of me, trying to take control, I passed all of them with ease. Game Over and another fuck in the morning this time letting her drain my ballsack
Of course being a bit too drunk and copious amounts of coke can make you forget some things that lead to sprogs (we went to the pharmacy in the morning to get the Morning After pill), but I have to say it was a good night…and morning.
I wrote the story elsewhere on the net for some london guys, can't remember what site but I've found it in text format
I was hungover Saturday after meeting up with some ex-colleagues for 7 to 8 pints. One of my friends The Gobbler was hosting a party at his parents exotic flat that night, an exotic flat devoid of furniture, but nevertheless still pimping. The plus side of an hangover is the smooth deep voice it can give, your tone is the same and you don’t attempt to change the pitch like a needy bitch. Not that I have a problem with that anyway but keep that in mind the next time you think you can not go day gaming because of your previous night’s binge (though it may make you less lively, rely on wings).
Onto the night in question I got to The Gobbler’s pretty early, two other acquaintances of mine – Da Brick and Massovich were there already spuriously drinking large amounts of caipirinha and a few lines of coke. The Gobbler is Brazilian and got his name from one high moment where he trashed Massovich’s washing machine with mango and proceeded to tell him to ‘gobble on his nuts’ when asked to clean up. Da Brick is a great friend of mine, values himself highly and is adept at handling multiple long term relationships though he’s confined himself to one at this present time. Massovich is a good lad, he’s had his decent share of women, though the quality of these women is something that is hard to look past! We were practically alone for close to 2 hours, just the 4 of us, The Gobbler had invited up to around 30 people, this is a difficult phase pre-party, keeping the motivation for 2 hours and a good state can be difficult. However with the acquaintances I had, it was easy, we amog’d each other a lot, it probably helped to get all that out of way before we ruined each other’s chances of picking up when it started livening up. Things such as how Massovich is so tight he tried to pull a fiver out of the cash machine on the way to the party…
Finally The Gobbler’s clan started to arrive, his girlfriend and her numerous friends and some of Da Brick’s significant others friends. The party started to get into full flow, tequilas, jaeger’s, champagne, capeirinha, rum, vodka, beer and cocaine. Da Brick went through the motions creating value for me with people I had not even spoke to yet. Massovich was absolutely hammered, he was going to get nothing he probably thought, he was dragged off around 1am to some other joint by a couple of guys. I thought this was a mistake on his and their part, there was a lot of energy in the place and the ratio was 2-1 in favour for the men, they complained about the quality of women. I carried on getting to know the various little cliques, my preconceived target was actually one of Da Brick’s partner’s entourage, I realised that was a mistake once I saw her again, there was nothing that I could see that attracted me to her, she was a nice girl and that was pretty much it.
I had an encounter with one girl, who asked for my name, I gamed as my instincts told me, acted a bastard, told her things that would not be out of place on a porn set and ended up a few minutes later pressing her up against a pillar. It’s very hard for me to actually remember how I got into this, I remember throwing the obligatory negs and running some quick C+F. Then I was just straight down to the point and to what I would do to her, there was no routine, it was just a fun vibe and very controlling. I think I’ve reached a point in my development where I probably say similar things in a lot of my pick ups, but they are not routines or gambit’s anymore and I don’t actively crack my brain to run them, I just use them. I don’t lie, unless I’m telling them I’m a refuse collector which does happen on occasion, I can’t say it’s a ‘natural’ game, it is something I’ve learnt over time and it’s become nature to me though I do tend to veer towards thinking my inner game is fucked from previous robotic sequences and still needs a lot of work. This girl I left gagging at the pillar as I fucked off to replenish my glass, naturally I got sidetracked there by some serious conversations, those that arise when the majority are drunk, serious at the time but in reality not even a discussion when the crowd are sober.
The girl who I had left came looking for me in the kitchen and I mugged her off, I don’t even recall why I did it, but it happened. I saw her later and she still had that glint in the eye for me. She left soon after with some of her friends and I caught the eye of Gobbler’s partners accomplices, I’m sure she had spotted me with the previous girl, of course naturally this did not stop her, it intrigued her more. She had given into instinct over logic as the night grew longer, it’s a hind brain vs fore brain conflict of the female mind, at a certain point on a drunken night instinct will win and defences will fall. She approached and tried her best to get me to dance. I ran a similar routine on her I guess, same pillared corner, same mugging off,. There was a chode hanging around her like a bad rash where the ‘dance floor’ had been designated. You know the type of guy, dancing to himself, hoping to get noticed, girl notices him and he bursts out into some ‘awesome’ dance steps, girl no longer notices him, he stops dancing and drinks his beer to hide the awkwardness. I just stood there and admired the non-existent interaction and the awkwardness of the situation for the guy. He grabbed the girl and said a few words and she pushed him away and got away how girl’s do from such qualifying needy beta attention.
I felt in no way threatened by this at all, I knew I had her attention, I knew she valued me more and that she would follow. So I left them to their awkwardness and wandered off into this massive flat ending up predictably in the kitchen for more shots of tequila, jaeger and some more Bob Marley. As I predicted she followed a minute or so later and asked me to dance with her, I said I’d think about it if she turned the shitty music she was playing on her iPod off. I let her dance with me for about 10 seconds before I did a little of the bait, hook, reel and release that I'd become common to doing. This set it up perfectly and I grabbed her hand and whisked her off to find a place to isolate and take into comfort.
I forgot the lack of furniture, but thank fuck for there being this nice carpet all around, it wasn’t long before she had jumped on me and there was no LMR. It was hot, passionate and to her it seemed to last an age. Against a window looking out across one of the capital’s landmark’s at 6.30 in the morning… she constantly ran shit tests after that, trying to get a response out of me, trying to take control, I passed all of them with ease. Game Over and another fuck in the morning this time letting her drain my ballsack
Of course being a bit too drunk and copious amounts of coke can make you forget some things that lead to sprogs (we went to the pharmacy in the morning to get the Morning After pill), but I have to say it was a good night…and morning.
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Desi Casanova
The 3 Bromigos
I havnt had a drug fueled sex bender in ages. Got a date on Friday with a girl who loves her gear, think I might go for one.
I briefly wrote about one in the thread on my red pill realisation in the game forum but might as well put it in here.
I was trying to get over a oneitis and my mate from school invited me over to his where they were having a party and then heading out to a club. It was full of bankers, private school jocks and rich kids basically and they're all into this trend over here of wearing things like random coloured chinos with stripey shirts and all that.
I turned up rocking a blazer, white shirt, dark blue jeans, pocket square, the whole shabang. Had a few girls turn their heads as I was walking in, I greeted my mate and a few others I knew all getting comments at how I was dressed. I was easily the best dressed there.
Got a few drinks and went back to the group I knew who were chatting to a couple of 18 year old girls, both Hollister models or some shit. As soon as I got there, one of the girls immediately went "oooh I like your pocket square" and disconnected from the group to chat to me. We were talking for a bit, I upped the game and she was soon bouncing around, crossing her legs and kept messing around with her hair. I knew what that meant.
It was an open area and everyone had to come in to try ruin the set, so I said I'll catch up with her later. I spent time elsewhere for a bit and then next saw her when everyone was outside getting taxis. She made a point to get in the same taxi with me and sat next to me. She had her hand on my lap the whole time and I was flirting with these other two chicks that were in the back seat.
Got to the club and I was standing there, still holding hands with her after leading her in, and her mate came up to us. I noticed she was quite conscious of her mate because she was pretty hot (both were to be honest) and some things she'd said earlier in the night. As I was talking to her mate, she was holding my hand tighter and was putting her hand on my ass and all that.
Her mate left and then I took her to a sofa and we started making out. I stopped after a minute or so and told her it's a party and that I should find my mates, she said I didn't have the balls to leave her alone so I did. Haha, should've seen her face.
I next saw her about an hour later sitting in our reserved section with some beta with both of his arms wrapped around her looking at one of their phones. She was holding the phone with both hands and that was it. I took a picture and sent it to bojangles and said I'm fucking her tonight and this guy has no chance. Still got the picture now on my phone actually.
The night grew on, I got ridiculously hammered. I pulled some Arab girl later on in the night who I really wanted to fuck. Her hands were all over the place as we were kissing in the club and then the lights came on and everyone had to leave. She was only in London for the night as she came down from Birmingham and was staying in a hotel with her two mates. I tried getting her to the party house but it wasn't happening. Exchanged numbers and that was that.
Anyway, I got back to the house and the little Hollister girls are in one of the bedrooms. One is in bed with my mate who he later fucked, and the other, "my one", was in a blow up bed with the guy from earlier. He tried AMOGing me when I got into the room but it didn't work - thankfully I'd read up on AMOG killing a week earlier.
I said I was going to bed and needed a duvet, snatched one from the other side of the room and said goodnight. The girl jumped out of bed as I was leaving the room and said "wait for meeee" and this dude's face was fucking priceless. He'd spent all night trying to get in her pants and then she ditched him for me haha. And it was his house.
So I went to another bedroom with the girl and spent the night fucking her. She had a lot of energy but I wasn't surprised being her age. Said I was only the second guy she's fucked. Damn.
I was trying to get over a oneitis and my mate from school invited me over to his where they were having a party and then heading out to a club. It was full of bankers, private school jocks and rich kids basically and they're all into this trend over here of wearing things like random coloured chinos with stripey shirts and all that.
I turned up rocking a blazer, white shirt, dark blue jeans, pocket square, the whole shabang. Had a few girls turn their heads as I was walking in, I greeted my mate and a few others I knew all getting comments at how I was dressed. I was easily the best dressed there.
Got a few drinks and went back to the group I knew who were chatting to a couple of 18 year old girls, both Hollister models or some shit. As soon as I got there, one of the girls immediately went "oooh I like your pocket square" and disconnected from the group to chat to me. We were talking for a bit, I upped the game and she was soon bouncing around, crossing her legs and kept messing around with her hair. I knew what that meant.
It was an open area and everyone had to come in to try ruin the set, so I said I'll catch up with her later. I spent time elsewhere for a bit and then next saw her when everyone was outside getting taxis. She made a point to get in the same taxi with me and sat next to me. She had her hand on my lap the whole time and I was flirting with these other two chicks that were in the back seat.
Got to the club and I was standing there, still holding hands with her after leading her in, and her mate came up to us. I noticed she was quite conscious of her mate because she was pretty hot (both were to be honest) and some things she'd said earlier in the night. As I was talking to her mate, she was holding my hand tighter and was putting her hand on my ass and all that.
Her mate left and then I took her to a sofa and we started making out. I stopped after a minute or so and told her it's a party and that I should find my mates, she said I didn't have the balls to leave her alone so I did. Haha, should've seen her face.
I next saw her about an hour later sitting in our reserved section with some beta with both of his arms wrapped around her looking at one of their phones. She was holding the phone with both hands and that was it. I took a picture and sent it to bojangles and said I'm fucking her tonight and this guy has no chance. Still got the picture now on my phone actually.
The night grew on, I got ridiculously hammered. I pulled some Arab girl later on in the night who I really wanted to fuck. Her hands were all over the place as we were kissing in the club and then the lights came on and everyone had to leave. She was only in London for the night as she came down from Birmingham and was staying in a hotel with her two mates. I tried getting her to the party house but it wasn't happening. Exchanged numbers and that was that.
Anyway, I got back to the house and the little Hollister girls are in one of the bedrooms. One is in bed with my mate who he later fucked, and the other, "my one", was in a blow up bed with the guy from earlier. He tried AMOGing me when I got into the room but it didn't work - thankfully I'd read up on AMOG killing a week earlier.
I said I was going to bed and needed a duvet, snatched one from the other side of the room and said goodnight. The girl jumped out of bed as I was leaving the room and said "wait for meeee" and this dude's face was fucking priceless. He'd spent all night trying to get in her pants and then she ditched him for me haha. And it was his house.
So I went to another bedroom with the girl and spent the night fucking her. She had a lot of energy but I wasn't surprised being her age. Said I was only the second guy she's fucked. Damn.
Quote: (02-07-2013 09:27 AM)Nudge Wrote:
I havnt had a drug fueled sex bender in ages. Got a date on Friday with a girl who loves her gear, think I might go for one.
Do it lad, it's fucking awesome, try cumming in her arse, avoid the morning after the pill.
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Desi Casanova
The 3 Bromigos
Alright so let me tell you one story.
So I'm at this frat party with my roommate, and my best friend. So we're all chilling and having a good time and catching Pokemon (getting hoes).
So, it was getting to the point of the night where I was not making out with any of the Pokemon there. And I was pissed, so I decided to start drinking a lot more.
A couple more drinks in and I walk upstairs into the frat dude's floor (where they sleep at) and I threw up. I started to walk downstairs before they could even say I did it.
When leaving the party with my friends they were wondering who hell could have thrown up there. I smiled and pointed to myself.
We all laughed and played NBA 2K afterwards. Those were the days.
So I'm at this frat party with my roommate, and my best friend. So we're all chilling and having a good time and catching Pokemon (getting hoes).
So, it was getting to the point of the night where I was not making out with any of the Pokemon there. And I was pissed, so I decided to start drinking a lot more.
A couple more drinks in and I walk upstairs into the frat dude's floor (where they sleep at) and I threw up. I started to walk downstairs before they could even say I did it.
When leaving the party with my friends they were wondering who hell could have thrown up there. I smiled and pointed to myself.
We all laughed and played NBA 2K afterwards. Those were the days.
Nope.
New Year's Eve 2007/New Year's Day 2008. A friend and I get completely trashed Bacardi 151, Maker's Mark, and a 12 pk. of Killian's. The night starts to get hazy after my fourth shot of Maker's in as many minutes, but whatever. One of the only memories of the night involved us both puking, then said friend attempting to give party host girl a hug with vomit all over his jacket. ![[Image: lol.gif]](https://rooshvforum.network/images/smilies/new/lol.gif)
I also almost died that night, I passed out in a cold alley in 20F weather.
I also almost died that night, I passed out in a cold alley in 20F weather.
I was living with a girl about 6 years ago. She took me to a New Years house party and it reminds me of that "Smack My Bitch Up" video when I think about it. I remember someone in the kitchen asking if I was drinking and I said no because I didn't know anyone there. He gave me a double shot and then it's fuzzy in my mind. I remember screaming at people in the kitchen at someone and grabbing a bottle and chugging it straight. I ended up in a car with a girl in the driveway and was trying to roll a joint but was so fucked up that I kept spilling it. Then I tried to jump on her from the passenger seat and she pushed me away all mad. I kept on making drinks and spilling them everywhere because I couldn't even stand straight. Somehow, I got to the restroom with another girl and was doing lines. I think I fell asleep or blacked out in there because the girl who brought me was trying to get me up and I started puking in the sink and mirror. We went to a drive thru and I got out of the car and tried to open the door of some other car in line because it was full of hoes. The last thing I remember is falling sleep in the restroom at home with my head hanging off the toilet.
Actual footage of me from that night
Actual footage of me from that night
Went to a party at a mansion with an indoor pool, I was the first person to show up besides the two chicks hosting it.. 9:00 3 people 9:30 30 people 10:00 300ppl 10:30 500 people... $400,000 in damages, guns, alcohol, jewellery, clothes.. Anything of value was gone, plants kicked over with soil mushed into the carpet. Pool filled with furniture, shit and piss. Someone drove over the septic tank and fcked it up - $20,000+. Bullet holes in the roof ceiling ripped out lol some next level shit. Lol to be 17 again! Small town, nothing else to do so news travelled fast and just got way outta hand
Conceived to beat all odds like Las Vegas
Coles notes of one night in the summer in between semesters
Hit up local bar on a tuesday night for 75 cent drafts.
Buddies picking up a couple girls. One fattie left so I proceed to entertain her. I get super wasted. Dance with her a little
COnvince her to come outside to my buddies SUV. Get her in the back bend her over the backseat. Hike up dress as I am about to penetrate she says she has a tampon in.. No problem, I reach down and pull it out myself turn around and try to huck it out the driver side window.
Raw dog her and then blow my load on the front of her shirt and all over her tits. It was full of blood of course. She goes home and I go back in and party with the boys for a few more hours
Next morning my buddy and I worked together at a summer job together and we swung by and picked up a couple more crew members. We start telling the story of where they are sitting in the backseat. Half the girls shit fell out of her purse like make up and more tampons and shit. One guy bends over to pick something off the floor and doesn't realize it is the bloody tampon from the night before that I thought I threw out the window. One guy in the backseat throws up all the window because he couldn't get it down fast enough.
In case anyone is wondering she was huge. Kind of looked like a bowling ball with legs. Almost waddled when she walked.
Hit up local bar on a tuesday night for 75 cent drafts.
Buddies picking up a couple girls. One fattie left so I proceed to entertain her. I get super wasted. Dance with her a little
COnvince her to come outside to my buddies SUV. Get her in the back bend her over the backseat. Hike up dress as I am about to penetrate she says she has a tampon in.. No problem, I reach down and pull it out myself turn around and try to huck it out the driver side window.
Raw dog her and then blow my load on the front of her shirt and all over her tits. It was full of blood of course. She goes home and I go back in and party with the boys for a few more hours
Next morning my buddy and I worked together at a summer job together and we swung by and picked up a couple more crew members. We start telling the story of where they are sitting in the backseat. Half the girls shit fell out of her purse like make up and more tampons and shit. One guy bends over to pick something off the floor and doesn't realize it is the bloody tampon from the night before that I thought I threw out the window. One guy in the backseat throws up all the window because he couldn't get it down fast enough.
In case anyone is wondering she was huge. Kind of looked like a bowling ball with legs. Almost waddled when she walked.
" I'M NOT A CHRONIC CUNT LICKER "
Canada, where the women wear pants and the men wear skinny jeans
Absolutely belted on MDMA in Portugal at a rave inside an abandoned train station and became acquainted with a 6ft3 Canadian chick. We hugged for about 4 hours while my favourite DJ was playing. Got back to hostel - legs everywhere, it was amazing. I woke up with 50 cent lips and had ulcers so painful that I couldn't drink for the next 2 weeks.
If you're not growing, you're dying.
I love stories like these.
This one time, the group of people I was with went to chill in this living room. There was a guy who had shit his pants passed out on the tile. We were talking about him and he stands up and drops his pants and starts pissing on the tile. A dude who lives there yelled at him and told him to clean that shit up or he's going to fuck up. The guy who did that shit just said "Naw nigga" and laid down on the ground.
My friend got pissed and went up to the guy and told him to getup. The guy kept swatting at him and told my friend to fuck off. The guy grabbed a broom and shoved the broom handle into his ass and got shit all over the handle. Then he put the shitty handle and jabbed it into the guys face and yelling at him to clean that shit up and to get the fuck out of his house.
This one time, the group of people I was with went to chill in this living room. There was a guy who had shit his pants passed out on the tile. We were talking about him and he stands up and drops his pants and starts pissing on the tile. A dude who lives there yelled at him and told him to clean that shit up or he's going to fuck up. The guy who did that shit just said "Naw nigga" and laid down on the ground.
My friend got pissed and went up to the guy and told him to getup. The guy kept swatting at him and told my friend to fuck off. The guy grabbed a broom and shoved the broom handle into his ass and got shit all over the handle. Then he put the shitty handle and jabbed it into the guys face and yelling at him to clean that shit up and to get the fuck out of his house.
When I was 15 years old a party I was at got gatecrashed. They started fucking up the house and starting fights. I was at the kitchen window checking out what was going on in the backyard when some fucker got a pair of real handcuffs owned by the hosts older brother and tried to handcuff me to one of the kitchen cupboards. I managed to fight him off before he actually cuffed me to the cupboard, but I had the one cuff left dangling from my hand. I kicked the dickhead right in the nuts.
The gatecrashes had tagged some of the rooms, stolen his his guitar and all his electronics. Some of them started talking about gang raping a very hot friend of mine so we jumped the fence and I hid her in the toolshed of the house next door (was that beta?). Anyway, the host ended up calling the cops to stop the carnage. My mates tried to saw the cuff off my hand, but it didn't work and was seriously painful. Luckily this nerdy chubby dude somehow managed to break the locking mechanism on the cuffs, I can't remember how he did it exactly but he used some sort of makeshift pin and jammed it into it and twisted it around for a wile. Anyway, the cops came and cleared out all the gatecrashers so a handful of people slept over until the hosts mum came back from a nearby city in the morning. We got high and watched The Anchorman on the TV and DVD player in the guest house, the only set left untouched.
By the time I woke up in the morning my phone had blown up because word had gone round that I had gotten arrested... I actually ran into the dude who cuffed me in a shopping centre six months later while he was out with his family, we just stared each other down as he passed by. To this day all these years later I still have the pair of handcuffs in my room.
The gatecrashes had tagged some of the rooms, stolen his his guitar and all his electronics. Some of them started talking about gang raping a very hot friend of mine so we jumped the fence and I hid her in the toolshed of the house next door (was that beta?). Anyway, the host ended up calling the cops to stop the carnage. My mates tried to saw the cuff off my hand, but it didn't work and was seriously painful. Luckily this nerdy chubby dude somehow managed to break the locking mechanism on the cuffs, I can't remember how he did it exactly but he used some sort of makeshift pin and jammed it into it and twisted it around for a wile. Anyway, the cops came and cleared out all the gatecrashers so a handful of people slept over until the hosts mum came back from a nearby city in the morning. We got high and watched The Anchorman on the TV and DVD player in the guest house, the only set left untouched.
By the time I woke up in the morning my phone had blown up because word had gone round that I had gotten arrested... I actually ran into the dude who cuffed me in a shopping centre six months later while he was out with his family, we just stared each other down as he passed by. To this day all these years later I still have the pair of handcuffs in my room.
Lol my buddy got into a scrap downtown, two cops cuffed my buddy and sat him down on the curb.. Some random guy suckers one of the cops in the face, other cop runs over to help him and tells my buddy to stay. Of course my buddy gets up and dips into the closest taxi.. Driver is laughing at him, telling him he's got a buddy who can get them off if he still has them on in the morning. Of course he forgets to take his number.. Gets to the apartment we're all at and comes up, all of us still fucked up try various pathetic attempts to open them.. Someone gets the bright idea to call 911 and say we cuffed him by accident and to send an ambulance, sure enough the cop that he ran from shows up ahaha.. Theft under $5000 for taking the cuffs and a couple other charges
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Quote: (02-07-2013 09:55 AM)bojangles Wrote:
Quote: (02-07-2013 09:27 AM)Nudge Wrote:
I havnt had a drug fueled sex bender in ages. Got a date on Friday with a girl who loves her gear, think I might go for one.
Do it lad, it's fucking awesome, try cumming in her arse, avoid the morning after the pill.
I don't know how you can fuck after taking a lot of coke, my dick shrinks after a few lines. Haven't done coke in a few years now though, and don't intend to.
Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit upon his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats. - H L Mencken
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