Bad Things
I went to a party last night. It started at the bar and moved to a friends house. I had a lot to drink, but I played my cards right and was coherent for the entirety. I really wish that last statement was not the case now. Sometimes you just don't want to remember stuff. So, all of my friends and I were out smoking except this one guy that had already passed out on the couch. We all finished our smokes and one of the girls happened to be the first one inside. As soon as she entered, she proceeded to exit with a weird expression and said something that sounded like our passed out friend had his hand down his pants. I thought she was just blowing things out of proportion....No no no. I walked inside to see this man's dick in hand, beatin' it. It wasn't even like it was flopping around or anything. We're talkin' fully erect and ready to go. The worst part is that he had no idea that he was doing it, from what we could tell. His eyes were closed, and he was completely unresponsive. Here's a weird thought though. When you are drunk and passed out, generally instinct rules over your actions. This man's instinct was to whip it out... He still has no idea that he did that, and I don't think we're ever going to tell him. This was the first time I've ever had a party compare with the Poet and Woody parties, and this definitely compared...