Ok so how do you "end up in" a tweeker den, and why did you stay? Was she actually that hot?
1. Alcohol will cloud your judgement and convince you to do dumb shit.
2. Pussy will cloud your judgement and convince you to do dumb shit.
3. Go out drink your ass off and chase tail.
You forgot the random chance factor!
Sometimes you end up in a hippy circle smoking and singing eagles songs and then leaving with a druid princess to swim under the moon in your birthday suit! Risk/Reward
Dyro Dduw dy Nawdd;
Ag yn nawdd, nerth;
Ag yn nerth, Deall;
Ag yn Neall, Gwybod;
Ac yngwybod, gwybod y cyfiawn;
Ag yngwybod yn cyfiawn, ei garu;
Ag o garu, caru pob hanfod;
Ag ymhob Hanfod, caru Duw.
Duw a phob Daioni.
Happy Summer,
Mo
Old English? Frisian? Google. I'll ask Google. lol. It's Welsh, I was pretty fucking close! ....kinda, at least it's by Druids.
lol tweeker den!?! wtf.
now i'm on the straight and narrow my morning after stories include breakfast and extra sweaty cardio at the gym. I swear I was much happier fat and drunk.
Ahh so what we may have here is a case of: beer goggles + pussy > personal saftey + good judgement = story for the internet in the morning
I think I got my math right there.
Okay you guys pretty much got the story figured out here already. About 6 months ago I hit up this chick and she gave me the single best bj of my life (sorry if that's gross to somebody.) After that she was real hard to a hold of, I know it wasn't me, I gave her the dicking of a lifetime. Once I got back a hold of her and went over to her parents place everything became very clear as to why. She was tweeked the fuck out, so were her parents, and it took me a bit to pick up on it because they were trying to be cool, but you only need to talk to them for a while before they go on a super ADD exciting story... and then start crying. Classic tweekers.
I wasn't positive, or rather, didn't want to believe she was spun out and I was drunk, so I definitely wanted to bone. But after a few hours of that shit, hanging out in her dads giant meth lab disguised as plastic molding warehouse, I was pretty bugged out and ready to leave. After she said some pretty crazy bullshit I was sure she was spun and got the fuck out of there, super pissed off, 4 in the morning. They did have some plastic molding equipment, including some super industrial solvent recirculator, which made my fucking eyes gigantic when I thought about processing 5-10 lbs of wax with it.
Anyways, all that's my story, lol. Sorry it took so long to get back to you, I had to kill my liver for another day or 2 to make up for that (obviously I have a very vague concept of time right now, lol) so now I'm finally settled back in. No more partying for a while, it's just when me and my buddy got money, we get a little fucking cray cray.