figure i might as well update this. i got about as much of last weekend put together as ill be able to. friday night was a normal drunk night for me. well kinda. i was drunk enough to dance a little bit. and i passed out on my friends floor. no real biggie.
saturday on the other hand. oh god. we went back to this club that for some reason or another everyone wants to go to anymore. oh well drinks are cheap. well before even leaving i had half a bottle of beam and a few brews in me. so i was already nicely buzzing. got there and started off with two 151 and cokes. which soon turned into about 5 by the end of the night. we stopped counting jello shots after 10. had a few red bulls and vodkas, one or two jack and cokes, and a shot of i dont know what. oh and a few coronas. i dropped around 200 bucks on booze alone. the bacardi girls were there handin out free shit so i was a advertisin whore. red visor on backwards, black bandana, beads, while wearing my tripp bondage pants and my "its all about the pain, the ink and jewelry are just souviners" shirt. both black of course. i ended up bein filmed dancin to "cotton eye joe". and im talkin the whole hick style of holdin the belt buckle (even though i aint got one), foot slappin, and basically line dancin to it. ended up dancin to songs i hate with people i dont know. and got picked up by some chick who i still dont know or remember. got her number though. doubt ill call it. since i cant remember our conversation. all i know is she had alot of piercings in one ear. got taken home by my bud and his wife and dropped off at my barraks.. course i ended up pissin on my barraks outside. and i was appearantly dancin in the rain when we took another one of my friends home cause my cloths were soaked and i dont remember it raining. according to my buddies wife it was pouring down rain when we stopped and i was out in the raining calling god a pussy cause i wasnt getting struck by lightning. yea thats a new one to me. i was just glad i wasnt in the shower with my cloths on (thats a bad habit of mine along with pissin in peoples dishwashers). that was my first impression when i woke up naked and a pile of soaked cloths on my floor. well that and i want some gatorade and an mre (cure a hangover in a few hours)
so yea im goin to hell for all i did saturday. what sucks is ill probably end up doin it again. i aint gonna lie, i had fun. from what i can remember.
just got an email from tribalectic sayin my custom flesh tunnels for my nipples have been shipped. me so happy
saturday on the other hand. oh god. we went back to this club that for some reason or another everyone wants to go to anymore. oh well drinks are cheap. well before even leaving i had half a bottle of beam and a few brews in me. so i was already nicely buzzing. got there and started off with two 151 and cokes. which soon turned into about 5 by the end of the night. we stopped counting jello shots after 10. had a few red bulls and vodkas, one or two jack and cokes, and a shot of i dont know what. oh and a few coronas. i dropped around 200 bucks on booze alone. the bacardi girls were there handin out free shit so i was a advertisin whore. red visor on backwards, black bandana, beads, while wearing my tripp bondage pants and my "its all about the pain, the ink and jewelry are just souviners" shirt. both black of course. i ended up bein filmed dancin to "cotton eye joe". and im talkin the whole hick style of holdin the belt buckle (even though i aint got one), foot slappin, and basically line dancin to it. ended up dancin to songs i hate with people i dont know. and got picked up by some chick who i still dont know or remember. got her number though. doubt ill call it. since i cant remember our conversation. all i know is she had alot of piercings in one ear. got taken home by my bud and his wife and dropped off at my barraks.. course i ended up pissin on my barraks outside. and i was appearantly dancin in the rain when we took another one of my friends home cause my cloths were soaked and i dont remember it raining. according to my buddies wife it was pouring down rain when we stopped and i was out in the raining calling god a pussy cause i wasnt getting struck by lightning. yea thats a new one to me. i was just glad i wasnt in the shower with my cloths on (thats a bad habit of mine along with pissin in peoples dishwashers). that was my first impression when i woke up naked and a pile of soaked cloths on my floor. well that and i want some gatorade and an mre (cure a hangover in a few hours)
so yea im goin to hell for all i did saturday. what sucks is ill probably end up doin it again. i aint gonna lie, i had fun. from what i can remember.
just got an email from tribalectic sayin my custom flesh tunnels for my nipples have been shipped. me so happy
perfectly_flawed:
That is fucking hott.. I would of pissed myself laughing if I would of saw a guy running around in the rain calling God a pussy.. That is a fucking riot.. I miss drunken stupid nights were you don't remember how you got home, all you know is that your truck is in the driveway so you must of drove with out getting a DUI. Yeah I'm good at this one..
tictactoogirl:
alchy-holic!