bigpern23
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... And I'm not the type of person to judge someone as a **** or not except ... HERE'S THE STORY:
I'm out with two friends tonite at the local watering hole. I get engaged in a conversation with a lovely female that goes nowhere when it comes to the end of the night. But my two friends get on well two other women. Those women invite us back to their place. So obviously, we join.
Anywho, my friend Goose (yes, like the movie) gets it on with one girl, while there's approximately four to six of us downstairs watching some ****ty comedy (I hate to admit it was "Grandma's Boy," but it was.
So at about 4 a.m., my friend Dave is off with the other one, my boy Jon is not making a move on some other girl who clearly likes him and I'm sitting there watching ****ing Grandma's Boy.
All of a sudden, Goose's girl comes walking downstairs after getting laid (she had on nothing but a towel) and asks me, "Where the **** is your brother?" Now, mind you, I have no brother, just an older sister who would puke over what had gone on tonight. So I says to Mabel, I says, "Huh?" She says, "your brother walked in and saw me having sex with Goose. Where the **** is that perv?"
Now, as I said, I don't have a brother, much less one who saw her getting boned. So Goose is trying to calm her down and say how he has to give me a ride home. She demands to come with. So we all go, and once we get back to Goose's house, I get out to go to my car and they head toward the front door to do what they gotta do.
As I head to my car, she tells me to tell my brother that he's a ****ing sick pervert.
Now, mind you, I have no brother, much less one who's a sick pervert. But yet, I'm so pissed, I tell her to stop taking it in the ass from every small **** she meets (not that I know anything about her, or Goose's ****). This sets her off and she starts freaking out in the middle of the street.
I just got in my car and left before a cop got called or showed up.
Now, this story means nothing in the grand scheme of things, but I literally got pissed that she called my brother, who does not exist, a sick pervert. I was infuriated and said some mean **** to this girl, even though I knew I have no brother whom she could have been referring to.
I think the moral of this story is that drunk people are crazy - myself included. That is all.
Thirsty Thursday, man, thirsty Thursday.
I'm out with two friends tonite at the local watering hole. I get engaged in a conversation with a lovely female that goes nowhere when it comes to the end of the night. But my two friends get on well two other women. Those women invite us back to their place. So obviously, we join.
Anywho, my friend Goose (yes, like the movie) gets it on with one girl, while there's approximately four to six of us downstairs watching some ****ty comedy (I hate to admit it was "Grandma's Boy," but it was.
So at about 4 a.m., my friend Dave is off with the other one, my boy Jon is not making a move on some other girl who clearly likes him and I'm sitting there watching ****ing Grandma's Boy.
All of a sudden, Goose's girl comes walking downstairs after getting laid (she had on nothing but a towel) and asks me, "Where the **** is your brother?" Now, mind you, I have no brother, just an older sister who would puke over what had gone on tonight. So I says to Mabel, I says, "Huh?" She says, "your brother walked in and saw me having sex with Goose. Where the **** is that perv?"
Now, as I said, I don't have a brother, much less one who saw her getting boned. So Goose is trying to calm her down and say how he has to give me a ride home. She demands to come with. So we all go, and once we get back to Goose's house, I get out to go to my car and they head toward the front door to do what they gotta do.
As I head to my car, she tells me to tell my brother that he's a ****ing sick pervert.
Now, mind you, I have no brother, much less one who's a sick pervert. But yet, I'm so pissed, I tell her to stop taking it in the ass from every small **** she meets (not that I know anything about her, or Goose's ****). This sets her off and she starts freaking out in the middle of the street.
I just got in my car and left before a cop got called or showed up.
Now, this story means nothing in the grand scheme of things, but I literally got pissed that she called my brother, who does not exist, a sick pervert. I was infuriated and said some mean **** to this girl, even though I knew I have no brother whom she could have been referring to.
I think the moral of this story is that drunk people are crazy - myself included. That is all.
Thirsty Thursday, man, thirsty Thursday.
