Ok, so it's 1991, I'm 19 and still a virgin. I am at my (ex) friend scott's house, getting plastered on vodka and feeling sorry for myself. Somehow, we get into a game of truth or dare, and I resolve to take dares like hell. So, Scott's girlfriend ends up pulling my pant's down, revealing the small truth to everyone there. Big deal. Then, later on, she takes me off on a dare for her and feels me up. Hmm. Later still, i am engaged in pathetic whining about my virginity. Scott comes up to me and tells me he's got a present for me, and it's his girlfriend. By this time, I am completely trashed and thinking with the second head. SO, away I go and fling virginity to the winds. Later that night, after taking some other person home and returning to the party w/ scott and his girl, i hit the gas instead of the brakes and ram their house. Doesn't hurt the house but results in smashing the grill of my car. I tell my dad some lame ass story about it rolling into a telephone pole. How's that? |
are you labouring under the delusion that your whining had anything to do with the shag? It was the girlfiend's idea. Still, it's a bit sad all round really. remember to give to charidee mate. |
anyway, he said it was like sticking his dick in a bowl of jello and hasn't to my knowledge been with a woman since. yesterday I got email containing the v word: Aaron's stripper ex-girlfriend is "named" Echo. I hate it when people have made-up, or made-up-sounding, names like that. Wonder what her real name is. He had her for dinner on Wednesday and the house still smells like clams. Double double entendre entended. Actually, he made spaghetti with clam sauce and some sort of fish rolled in Progresso Italian flavor bread crumbs. He wants me to go with him to open-mike night at Cafe Lena and read aloud some of the dialogues I have collected over the past ten years or so. This might, unless you object, which you probably will, include the conversation I had with you on the phone about Shell(e)y giving the Virgin his first tit job. |
anyway, he said it was like sticking his dick in a bowl of jello and hasn't to my knowledge been with a woman since. yesterday I got email containing the v word: Aaron's stripper ex-girlfriend is "named" Echo. I hate it when people have made-up, or made-up-sounding, names like that. Wonder what her real name is. He had her for dinner on Wednesday and the house still smells like clams. Double double entendre entended. Actually, he made spaghetti with clam sauce and some sort of fish rolled in Progresso Italian flavor bread crumbs. He wants me to go with him to open-mike night at Cafe Lena and read aloud some of the dialogues I have collected over the past ten years or so. This might, unless you object, which you probably will, include the conversation I had with you on the phone about Shell(e)y giving the Virgin his first tit job. |
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