borNred's mental raping thread

Her bday party was March 9th...shots galore and a steady stream of beer running through our systems. At the end of the night, right after she choked down her last shot of Rumpleminz and I slammed down the final Irish Car Bomb; she needed my assistance to the ladies room (the bathroom is a single person commode). While I'm puking in the trash can, I hear her mumbling in what I presume is in her native tongue, I look over to see what the hub bub is all about. She is standing there, trying to pull her panties up, when she stumbles and trips...BAM! Slams her head on the toilet paper dispenser. I feel bad, but I laughed because she resembled a person who absorbed a right hook from Mike Tyson. I had to carry her to the car, and take her a$$ out of there. She is the Chase Rome of Bar bathrooms, he would be so proud.

 
Her bday party was March 9th...shots galore and a steady stream of beer running through our systems. At the end of the night, right after she choked down her last shot of Rumpleminz and I slammed down the final Irish Car Bomb; she needed my assistance to the ladies room (the bathroom is a single person commode). While I'm puking in the trash can, I hear her mumbling in what I presume is in her native tongue, I look over to see what the hub bub is all about. She is standing there, trying to pull her panties up, when she stumbles and trips...BAM! Slams her head on the toilet paper dispenser. I feel bad, but I laughed because she resembled a person who absorbed a right hook from Mike Tyson. I had to carry her to the car, and take her a$$ out of there. She is the Chase Rome of Bar bathrooms, he would be so proud.
Her birthday party, you puke, and she doesn't? Lightweight.

 
Her bday party was March 9th...shots galore and a steady stream of beer running through our systems. At the end of the night, right after she choked down her last shot of Rumpleminz and I slammed down the final Irish Car Bomb; she needed my assistance to the ladies room (the bathroom is a single person commode). While I'm puking in the trash can, I hear her mumbling in what I presume is in her native tongue, I look over to see what the hub bub is all about. She is standing there, trying to pull her panties up, when she stumbles and trips...BAM! Slams her head on the toilet paper dispenser. I feel bad, but I laughed because she resembled a person who absorbed a right hook from Mike Tyson. I had to carry her to the car, and take her a$$ out of there. She is the Chase Rome of Bar bathrooms, he would be so proud.
Her birthday party, you puke, and she doesn't? Lightweight.
No sh#t! Man card please! Funny f'ing story though!
 
Her bday party was March 9th...shots galore and a steady stream of beer running through our systems. At the end of the night, right after she choked down her last shot of Rumpleminz and I slammed down the final Irish Car Bomb; she needed my assistance to the ladies room (the bathroom is a single person commode). While I'm puking in the trash can, I hear her mumbling in what I presume is in her native tongue, I look over to see what the hub bub is all about. She is standing there, trying to pull her panties up, when she stumbles and trips...BAM! Slams her head on the toilet paper dispenser. I feel bad, but I laughed because she resembled a person who absorbed a right hook from Mike Tyson. I had to carry her to the car, and take her a$$ out of there. She is the Chase Rome of Bar bathrooms, he would be so proud.
Native tongue? She from a different country?

 
Her bday party was March 9th...shots galore and a steady stream of beer running through our systems. At the end of the night, right after she choked down her last shot of Rumpleminz and I slammed down the final Irish Car Bomb; she needed my assistance to the ladies room (the bathroom is a single person commode). While I'm puking in the trash can, I hear her mumbling in what I presume is in her native tongue, I look over to see what the hub bub is all about. She is standing there, trying to pull her panties up, when she stumbles and trips...BAM! Slams her head on the toilet paper dispenser. I feel bad, but I laughed because she resembled a person who absorbed a right hook from Mike Tyson. I had to carry her to the car, and take her a$$ out of there. She is the Chase Rome of Bar bathrooms, he would be so proud.
Her birthday party, you puke, and she doesn't? Lightweight.
Ok, he's off the hook if that was like his 10th or 12th irish car bomb...

 
Her bday party was March 9th...shots galore and a steady stream of beer running through our systems. At the end of the night, right after she choked down her last shot of Rumpleminz and I slammed down the final Irish Car Bomb; she needed my assistance to the ladies room (the bathroom is a single person commode). While I'm puking in the trash can, I hear her mumbling in what I presume is in her native tongue, I look over to see what the hub bub is all about. She is standing there, trying to pull her panties up, when she stumbles and trips...BAM! Slams her head on the toilet paper dispenser. I feel bad, but I laughed because she resembled a person who absorbed a right hook from Mike Tyson. I had to carry her to the car, and take her a$$ out of there. She is the Chase Rome of Bar bathrooms, he would be so proud.
Native tongue? She from a different country?
mail order?

 
Her bday party was March 9th...shots galore and a steady stream of beer running through our systems. At the end of the night, right after she choked down her last shot of Rumpleminz and I slammed down the final Irish Car Bomb; she needed my assistance to the ladies room (the bathroom is a single person commode). While I'm puking in the trash can, I hear her mumbling in what I presume is in her native tongue, I look over to see what the hub bub is all about. She is standing there, trying to pull her panties up, when she stumbles and trips...BAM! Slams her head on the toilet paper dispenser. I feel bad, but I laughed because she resembled a person who absorbed a right hook from Mike Tyson. I had to carry her to the car, and take her a$$ out of there. She is the Chase Rome of Bar bathrooms, he would be so proud.
Her birthday party, you puke, and she doesn't? Lightweight.
Ok, he's off the hook if that was like his 10th or 12th irish car bomb...
It was my 5th car bomb, on top of the many pitchers, shots, and bombs. I puked yes, but I also had to take some of her free shots in fear that she would f'ing die :lol:

 
native toungue. That's good. translation-->bitching?
Precisely
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