Post: #1

as told to a friend...

man, im gonna tell u a story. i was on my A game tonight. macking on every fucking bitch and they all loved it. finally the people i was out with got lame and booked home. i stayed put. i found a chick. she wanted to bring me to some bar. i said HEY i need to go home and get money ( even though i had plenty) she said dont worry about it. i was rubbing her ass, feeling her tits making out and every fucking thing on the walk to the bar. she bought me a drink. we played a game of darts that decided whether she was gonna come to my house. she lost. but i fucked up. i lost her for a few minutes. she ended up making out with some black dude. i lost. it was pitiful. i am ashamed. i had to walk past both of them on my shameful departure. it was dispicable. on the walk home i planned on beating off but im too drunk and too disappointed to bother.the end

Post: #2

Haha thats tough man, how did you lose her!??....

Post: #3

we were out smoking and she got cold and wanted to go inside. i didnt want t be a puppy dog and chase her so i finished my smoke.

se la vie. over

Post: #4

(01-01-2013 05:13 AM)HotShit Wrote:  i found a chick. she wanted to bring me to some bar. i said HEY i need to go home and get money ( even though i had plenty) she said dont worry about it. i was rubbing her ass, feeling her tits making out and every fucking thing on the walk to the bar. she bought me a drink. we played a game of darts that decided whether she was gonna come to my house. she lost. but i fucked up. i lost her for a few minutes. she ended up making out with some black dude. i lost. it was pitiful. i am ashamed. i had to walk past both of them on my shameful departure. it was dispicable.

Sounds like she was quite the sloot. Be thankful you dodged a potential bullet there.

I would be more ashamed of your difficult-to-read writing style than the events that transpired.

Post: #5

she was a slut, and i am ashamed of my writing. please, pardon me, i am drunk

Post: #6

Any time I read a story like this, I feel less bad about not calling a girl the next day, or spinning plates. Women make me sick.