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Stupid Shit since 1982
Join Date: Feb 2005
Location: Calgary, Alberta, Canada
Posts: 152
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Drunken BnE, with a swim (currently drunk)
So a fun night, drinking with a buddy, who invited meself an other partners to his moms 50th B-day party, fucking good times, with some good MILF's (lol). Anyway, night goes well, end up on someones tab for unlimited drinks and get right ripped. Followed closley by the stash of booze we had in the parking lot. Party ends, we are meeting back up at his place to finish the night off, but first we wanna go drink on the lake. Which has a perimeter fence with barbed wire. So hey, who wants to jump that - better break into someones lakeside home and use their dock. Now this was fun, relaxing to some captain morgans and doctor pepper, la cheuf beer, and other assorted cans we took. When the bright idea comes up to freaking steal the paddle boat from the peoples deck we were illegaly on. Now I am a bigger guy than my two light weight friends (they are like 140lbs), and the max capacity of the fucking boat is for like two 12 year olds. Long story short, I end up in the fucking lake, getting soaked, and more importantly ruining my new Hugo Boss shoes, suede, fucking hot, and like $380. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK> So now I am sitting in my boxers in my buddies house with drunk 40+ year olds upstairs. Good news, got a blanket put around me by my buddies mom. Move in for the kill on that later, and pay him back for pushing me into a boat.... Who's your daddy now? :P |
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mingin dawg baitch
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Just to add to the humour - out wednesday night, ended up talkin to my mate and his girlfriend who were supposedly throwing a party - all good I say to mysel so the night ends im considerably drunker at the end of the night but the beer taxi says "party at my mates house" which is like 3 miles outta town. SOO I land there eventually after walkin for miles, in the pouring fuckin rain and theres no one in. Knock the door- nothing. Ring my mates mobile - Nothing. So I did what any drunkard would do - crawl into the garage - find the dogs bed and sleep with Rex. Awoke the next morning to find that the house that I had walked to in the dark wasn't actually my mates house - and the dog isn't as friendly as originally thought - I managed to stumble down the road get my bearings and taxi it home stinking of dog. y498 - your story beats it I reckon. Just. |
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