borNred's mental raping thread

[tattooedhusker]

Friday's we normally have some friends over. After a few select adult beveridges of different varieties, I had starting feeling a little too comfortable with my surroundings. I then proceeded to urinate from the back sliding door, into the back yard. Some dirty bastard then thought it would be a great idea to smack my a$$ with a mixing spoon (the one with three slits...less wind resistance). Leaving three welts on my hind quarters, and me being a little intoxicated automatically assume it is my gf (turns out I have quite the appealing tail and it wasn't her). Playful banter ensues and somehow escaltes into an arguement...big surprise! After the guests awkwardly leave, the dispute is brought upstairs, and we proceed to have our normal arguement over the previous game of "I never." While leaning on the bed post I, with my superior drunken hand-eye coordination, lose balance...and smack face first into the closet door. Everything is a little fuzzy after that. But I woke up the next morning with a terrible hangover, three welts on my a$$, fifty cent peice size bruise on my forehead, and my pants in the closet.

So let me get this straight.....

You pull your pants down to take a piss?.........................

No, it was not bare a$$

 

[HuskerfaninOkieland]

Friday's we normally have some friends over. After a few select adult beveridges of different varieties, I had starting feeling a little too comfortable with my surroundings. I then proceeded to urinate from the back sliding door, into the back yard. Some dirty bastard then thought it would be a great idea to smack my a$$ with a mixing spoon (the one with three slits...less wind resistance). Leaving three welts on my hind quarters, and me being a little intoxicated automatically assume it is my gf (turns out I have quite the appealing tail and it wasn't her). Playful banter ensues and somehow escaltes into an arguement...big surprise! After the guests awkwardly leave, the dispute is brought upstairs, and we proceed to have our normal arguement over the previous game of "I never." While leaning on the bed post I, with my superior drunken hand-eye coordination, lose balance...and smack face first into the closet door. Everything is a little fuzzy after that. But I woke up the next morning with a terrible hangover, three welts on my a$$, fifty cent peice size bruise on my forehead, and my pants in the closet.

So let me get this straight.....

You pull your pants down to take a piss?.........................

:lol:

 

[walksalone]

Friday's we normally have some friends over. After a few select adult beveridges of different varieties, I had starting feeling a little too comfortable with my surroundings. I then proceeded to urinate from the back sliding door, into the back yard. Some dirty bastard then thought it would be a great idea to smack my a$$ with a mixing spoon (the one with three slits...less wind resistance). Leaving three welts on my hind quarters, and me being a little intoxicated automatically assume it is my gf (turns out I have quite the appealing tail and it wasn't her). Playful banter ensues and somehow escaltes into an arguement...big surprise! After the guests awkwardly leave, the dispute is brought upstairs, and we proceed to have our normal arguement over the previous game of "I never." While leaning on the bed post I, with my superior drunken hand-eye coordination, lose balance...and smack face first into the closet door. Everything is a little fuzzy after that. But I woke up the next morning with a terrible hangover, three welts on my a$$, fifty cent peice size bruise on my forehead, and my pants in the closet.

So let me get this straight.....

You pull your pants down to take a piss?.........................

No, it was not bare a$$

So, you were taking a piss, non-bare assed, on the grassy knoll...

 

[tattooedhusker]

Friday's we normally have some friends over. After a few select adult beveridges of different varieties, I had starting feeling a little too comfortable with my surroundings. I then proceeded to urinate from the back sliding door, into the back yard. Some dirty bastard then thought it would be a great idea to smack my a$$ with a mixing spoon (the one with three slits...less wind resistance). Leaving three welts on my hind quarters, and me being a little intoxicated automatically assume it is my gf (turns out I have quite the appealing tail and it wasn't her). Playful banter ensues and somehow escaltes into an arguement...big surprise! After the guests awkwardly leave, the dispute is brought upstairs, and we proceed to have our normal arguement over the previous game of "I never." While leaning on the bed post I, with my superior drunken hand-eye coordination, lose balance...and smack face first into the closet door. Everything is a little fuzzy after that. But I woke up the next morning with a terrible hangover, three welts on my a$$, fifty cent peice size bruise on my forehead, and my pants in the closet.

So let me get this straight.....

You pull your pants down to take a piss?.........................

No, it was not bare a$$

So, you were taking a piss, non-bare assed, on the grassy knoll...

Indeed

 

[walksalone]

Friday's we normally have some friends over. After a few select adult beveridges of different varieties, I had starting feeling a little too comfortable with my surroundings. I then proceeded to urinate from the back sliding door, into the back yard. Some dirty bastard then thought it would be a great idea to smack my a$$ with a mixing spoon (the one with three slits...less wind resistance). Leaving three welts on my hind quarters, and me being a little intoxicated automatically assume it is my gf (turns out I have quite the appealing tail and it wasn't her). Playful banter ensues and somehow escaltes into an arguement...big surprise! After the guests awkwardly leave, the dispute is brought upstairs, and we proceed to have our normal arguement over the previous game of "I never." While leaning on the bed post I, with my superior drunken hand-eye coordination, lose balance...and smack face first into the closet door. Everything is a little fuzzy after that. But I woke up the next morning with a terrible hangover, three welts on my a$$, fifty cent peice size bruise on my forehead, and my pants in the closet.

So let me get this straight.....

You pull your pants down to take a piss?.........................

No, it was not bare a$$

So, you were taking a piss, non-bare assed, on the grassy knoll...

Indeed

 

[tattooedhusker]

Alright, came a little early last week again (Friday night). After a few hours of drinking some tastey beveridges, she felt inclined to cut the proverbial "rug." Upon her return to our table, jokingly I said she was dancing like a hooker/hoochie or some other similar less than flattering term...BOOM: World War 3. Long story short, I tried to dump her, she called the cops, got a ride home from a friend, slept it off, and she is getting a boob job on her dime. Interesting night to say the least.

 

[Count 'Bility]

Alright, came a little early last week again (Friday night). After a few hours of drinking some tastey beveridges, she felt inclined to cut the proverbial "rug." Upon her return to our table, jokingly I said she was dancing like a hooker/hoochie or some other similar less than flattering term...BOOM: World War 3. Long story short, I tried to dump her, she called the cops, got a ride home from a friend, slept it off, and she is getting a boob job on her dime. Interesting night to say the least.

So, you called her a hooker-she got mad. You dumped her-she left. Now she's getting a boob job. :blink:

Pretty good. Pretty good. Time to start raising the bar.

 

[GSG]

Alright, came a little early last week again (Friday night). After a few hours of drinking some tastey beveridges, she felt inclined to cut the proverbial "rug." Upon her return to our table, jokingly I said she was dancing like a hooker/hoochie or some other similar less than flattering term...BOOM: World War 3. Long story short, I tried to dump her, she called the cops, got a ride home from a friend, slept it off, and she is getting a boob job on her dime. Interesting night to say the least.

If that's a persistent problem, I'd talk to a doctor

 

[Stu]

Stu, there will be. We are already drinking at Stu's bar :lol:

Oh man, I want that custom mirror that they got in there so freaking bad.

 

[Stu]

Alright, came a little early last week again (Friday night). After a few hours of drinking some tastey beveridges, she felt inclined to cut the proverbial "rug." Upon her return to our table, jokingly I said she was dancing like a hooker/hoochie or some other similar less than flattering term...BOOM: World War 3. Long story short, I tried to dump her, she called the cops, got a ride home from a friend, slept it off, and she is getting a boob job on her dime. Interesting night to say the least.

So you tried, but were you successful in the dumping?

I'd stick around to enjoy the boob job for a least a little while, sounds like she is getting them out of spite so you may as well be the first to motorboat.

 

[tattooedhusker]

Alright, came a little early last week again (Friday night). After a few hours of drinking some tastey beveridges, she felt inclined to cut the proverbial "rug." Upon her return to our table, jokingly I said she was dancing like a hooker/hoochie or some other similar less than flattering term...BOOM: World War 3. Long story short, I tried to dump her, she called the cops, got a ride home from a friend, slept it off, and she is getting a boob job on her dime. Interesting night to say the least.

So you tried, but were you successful in the dumping?

I'd stick around to enjoy the boob job for a least a little while, sounds like she is getting them out of spite so you may as well be the first to motorboat.

Spite, pity, revenge...don't matter to me as long as I get to play with them

 

[NUance]

Alright, came a little early last week again (Friday night). After a few hours of drinking some tastey beveridges, she felt inclined to cut the proverbial "rug." Upon her return to our table, jokingly I said she was dancing like a hooker/hoochie or some other similar less than flattering term...BOOM: World War 3. Long story short, I tried to dump her, she called the cops, got a ride home from a friend, slept it off, and she is getting a boob job on her dime. Interesting night to say the least.

So you tried, but were you successful in the dumping?

I'd stick around to enjoy the boob job for a least a little while, sounds like she is getting them out of spite so you may as well be the first to motorboat.

Spite, pity, revenge...don't matter to me as long as I get to play with them

So did she mention the boob job as a means to avoid the break-up? It just seems sort of random. :lol:

 

[tattooedhusker]

Alright, came a little early last week again (Friday night). After a few hours of drinking some tastey beveridges, she felt inclined to cut the proverbial "rug." Upon her return to our table, jokingly I said she was dancing like a hooker/hoochie or some other similar less than flattering term...BOOM: World War 3. Long story short, I tried to dump her, she called the cops, got a ride home from a friend, slept it off, and she is getting a boob job on her dime. Interesting night to say the least.

So you tried, but were you successful in the dumping?

I'd stick around to enjoy the boob job for a least a little while, sounds like she is getting them out of spite so you may as well be the first to motorboat.

Spite, pity, revenge...don't matter to me as long as I get to play with them

So did she mention the boob job as a means to avoid the break-up? It just seems sort of random. :lol:

She had been talking about it for awhile now...maybe that is why I hadn't pulled the plug yet

 

[walksalone]

Alright, came a little early last week again (Friday night). After a few hours of drinking some tastey beveridges, she felt inclined to cut the proverbial "rug." Upon her return to our table, jokingly I said she was dancing like a hooker/hoochie or some other similar less than flattering term...BOOM: World War 3. Long story short, I tried to dump her, she called the cops, got a ride home from a friend, slept it off, and she is getting a boob job on her dime. Interesting night to say the least.

So, you called her a hooker-she got mad. You dumped her-she left. Now she's getting a boob job. :blink:

Pretty good. Pretty good. Time to start raising the bar.

That is f*ckin' crackin' me up...

I think shoving your d!(k in a light socket might be a better option at this point...

 

[tattooedhusker]

On a good note, there is no entry for this past weekend. She did get into a spat with one of the room mates though