
Originally posted by germcevoy:Party scene, we were all pretty young and new to the wonders of alcohol. Some of us could handle it, others couldn't and inevitably there was the one guy who was a shambles after 3 cans. The joke was on him. . . . .
By the end of the night he was a goner, completely wasted. He was out cold front down over the edge of a bed. He was debagged (trousers removed) and a condom was produced from somewhere. The condom was put over a pen and the pen was poked somewhere it shouldn't for a guy that isn't gay. Pen removed, condom remained dangling. Trousers were put back up and he was left to his dreams.
He's never mentioned it.
Originally posted by germcevoy:tut tut Harry. I'm way too much of a protagonist to leave myself open to stuff like that. And by 'open' I don't mean my backside either
Originally posted by u2joost:[..]
ouch, bummer.
what city was that?
Originally posted by Risto:Depends which songs you picked in the jukebox
Originally posted by germcevoy:[..]
Bad, Ultraviolet, Streets, Wild Horses and Wire