When I had just turned 21 I hooked up with a girl from the copy shop I worked at.
We got back to her place and went at it, very drunk. After we were done, she went to the bathroom, and my stomach decided to remind me how much I had had to drink, and how greasy pizza after drinking isnt as good of an idea as it had seemed.
It was her place, and she was in the bathroom. I was fucked, so I grabbed the nearest thing and puked into it. The nearest thing was her red dress.
I didnt spill any, so I had this 2 hands full of puke globbed dress. I heard her coming out from the bathroom , so i headed that way, hoping to brush my teeth and dispose of her dress undetected...
Well it didn't work, as she came out sho goes 'Hey Tiger', grabs me and jams her tongue in my mouth. She pulled back and goes 'WHAT THE FUCK?' after more or less swabbing the residual vomit out of my mouth with her tongue.
She then asked what I was doing with her dress... I began to try to think of something clever to say when she grabbed it from me... the contents of the dress (being the previous contents of my stomach) spilled all over the floor and her feet.
We never went out again, and she transfered stores 2 weeks later.
We got back to her place and went at it, very drunk. After we were done, she went to the bathroom, and my stomach decided to remind me how much I had had to drink, and how greasy pizza after drinking isnt as good of an idea as it had seemed.
It was her place, and she was in the bathroom. I was fucked, so I grabbed the nearest thing and puked into it. The nearest thing was her red dress.
I didnt spill any, so I had this 2 hands full of puke globbed dress. I heard her coming out from the bathroom , so i headed that way, hoping to brush my teeth and dispose of her dress undetected...
Well it didn't work, as she came out sho goes 'Hey Tiger', grabs me and jams her tongue in my mouth. She pulled back and goes 'WHAT THE FUCK?' after more or less swabbing the residual vomit out of my mouth with her tongue.
She then asked what I was doing with her dress... I began to try to think of something clever to say when she grabbed it from me... the contents of the dress (being the previous contents of my stomach) spilled all over the floor and her feet.
We never went out again, and she transfered stores 2 weeks later.
