This weekend... although not a bust by any means, did not live up to the usual standards. I was in a rut over this whole "her" thing and so I just didn't feel like doing anything more than drink. I quickly started chugging helles and most of the weekend is spotty in my memory.
I vaguely remember someone taking a picture of me fellating a beer bottle and almost gagging myself.
I must apologize to every girlfriend I've ever had.
I'll try to locate that pic.
It's come to my attention that I'm one of those charismatic characters that... when I'm in a good mood, I see to it that everyone has a good time. Conversely, when I'm in a bad mood, the atmosphere at the table suffers with me.
Saturday night we went to the Green Goose in Nuernberg. I was a Green Goose virgin, but the place isn't so bad. In fact, it's like the Slappy Cock, but not as high class (which is saying a bit because the Slappy Cock is anything but high class). I actually got a text message from "her" saying that she hoped I was doing alright and that she wasn't. That kinda fucked me up in the head for the rest of the night. This place didn't serve Red Bull, but an energy drink called Burn that was red and so sweet it was giving me stomach cramps. Good thing the vodka was mixed strong.
I was feeling better this night so I was able to attract some ladies for my friend and I to make out with. The whole time I was thinking of "her" and so even though I promised her I'd go back to her place, I ignored my penis and went home instead. I made the right decision.
Who knows... maybe there still is some good in me.
I got a real nice action pic of my buddy inducing vomiting. It took a few takes, but I got an action shot of a stream of puke coming forth. You'll see it!
ttfn
I vaguely remember someone taking a picture of me fellating a beer bottle and almost gagging myself.
I must apologize to every girlfriend I've ever had.
I'll try to locate that pic.
It's come to my attention that I'm one of those charismatic characters that... when I'm in a good mood, I see to it that everyone has a good time. Conversely, when I'm in a bad mood, the atmosphere at the table suffers with me.
Saturday night we went to the Green Goose in Nuernberg. I was a Green Goose virgin, but the place isn't so bad. In fact, it's like the Slappy Cock, but not as high class (which is saying a bit because the Slappy Cock is anything but high class). I actually got a text message from "her" saying that she hoped I was doing alright and that she wasn't. That kinda fucked me up in the head for the rest of the night. This place didn't serve Red Bull, but an energy drink called Burn that was red and so sweet it was giving me stomach cramps. Good thing the vodka was mixed strong.
I was feeling better this night so I was able to attract some ladies for my friend and I to make out with. The whole time I was thinking of "her" and so even though I promised her I'd go back to her place, I ignored my penis and went home instead. I made the right decision.
Who knows... maybe there still is some good in me.
I got a real nice action pic of my buddy inducing vomiting. It took a few takes, but I got an action shot of a stream of puke coming forth. You'll see it!
ttfn
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rude_ruca:
I just wanted to tell you that I think you are funny.I seriously enjoyed reading your tales (though sorry the ex ? is plaguing your mind...) High five for going with morally sound instincts, though, brother! Have fun in Germany, I certainly wish I were there
pseudobrilliance:
Thanks so much for the birthday wishes last week. There is plenty exciting after 22...I hope. I think you made the right decision about not going home to her. Rational decisions suck, but it's better in the long run.