Now this happens all the time in my friend's place downstairs (same layout). I say attempt because the door wouldn't open. I make my way into the bathroom and when I'm finished I attempt to leave. So I wake up around 6 am, and I really have to pee. Well I think we had sex but to be honest I couldn't tell you. I end up going to bed with one of the girls. Eventually we make our way upstairs and have more shots, and now I'm f*cking sh*tfaced. All is going well and we're having fun and the girls who live in the house upstairs come down to play. I go to their house and we play beer pong for a few hours, with side beers and the occasional shots and I'm getting pretty f*cking drunk. "It was freshman year of college and my friends had a house on the major party street in town. I gave them a $100 tip and apologized profusely. While he was coming to terms with his consciousness, I scooped all the sheets up in a bundle and rushed them downstairs to be cleaned. This woke the guy up and got him to jump out of bed in a drowsy state. I 'accidentally' knocked the Coke on to the bed and loudly exclaimed about it. There was still half a can of Coke next to me on the bedside table from our drinks last night. After many minutes of stressing out about it and dreading what I knew would be the most embarrassing morning of my life, I came up with a plan. I want to hurry the sheets downstairs to housekeeping but I can't do that without waking him. The guy I had slept with is still fast asleep next to me. I'm just laying there and silently panicking. The seizure must have loosened my bowels. I lift up the sheet to see that I had, in actuality, sh*t myself. My first thought is that I must have had my period all over the hotel sheets. When I wake up, I notice that it feels damp and sticky between my legs. After the seizure is done, I drag myself back to the bed and instantly pass out. Thankfully, he loses interest and I make it up two flights of stairs before I give up trying to make it back to the room, lay down on a landing, and have a seizure. Don't you want to know what $10,000 feels like? Touch it.' Wad-of-money who has followed me inside the lobby saying, 'Go on. I'm desperately trying to estimate how long it would take me to get back to the room and if I can make it there before I collapse. It's around this time that I can feel a seizure coming. I politely decline but he keeps insisting. He wants me to touch the money (he has a giant roll of bills). I congratulate him but that isn't what he wants. Now, I was a smoker at that time so I head on downstairs after to have a smoke and he passes out almost immediately.Īt this point in the story, you should know that I have a very minor seizure disorder and that I can feel one coming on several minutes before it happens.Īnyhow, while I'm smoking, there is this strange guy who approaches me and tells me he has won $10,000 at a casino. Everything is going pretty well and we have sex. "I ended up hitting it off with a friend of a friend who was just in town on vacation.Īfter a long night of flirting, we go back to his hotel and have another couple drinks in his hotel room.
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