The Big Gunnzbowski
Damas y Caballeros...
I said awhile back that I would start a thread and tell a story as often as you guys wanted to hear (read) them. Some of you may not care, some of you may be curious, and some of you may actually find them amusing.
They are all true, they really happened, I lived them, and now I share them.
My roommate brought home a girl that he had been telling me and some friends about for a month or so. She was hot, she was fun, and she was...well, fucking hot! After about a week or so, he started telling us to tell her he wasn't home or he was busy. After about 2 weeks of doing this, I offered to take her off of his hands. He agreed and I started talking to this girl... Come to find out, she's a stripper.(whoot!) So...we hang out, we get drunk, we make out, we fuck, all is well... This goes on for about a month and she finally invites me over to her place. We get there, make out on the porch for a few minutes, and then head inside....Where she introduces me to her husband. HER FUCKING HUSBAND! I'm sorry...I wasn't aware of another guy in her life, let alone one she was married to! It all worked out though...as the night went on, the drunker we got, the more me and her husband hit it off, and pretty soon, it was like we were best friends, and she was fucking pissed... The moral? It's ok to bring a stripper home, but if you should ever go home with a stripper, be prepared to act gay. It just may save your life!
They are all true, they really happened, I lived them, and now I share them.
My roommate brought home a girl that he had been telling me and some friends about for a month or so. She was hot, she was fun, and she was...well, fucking hot! After about a week or so, he started telling us to tell her he wasn't home or he was busy. After about 2 weeks of doing this, I offered to take her off of his hands. He agreed and I started talking to this girl... Come to find out, she's a stripper.(whoot!) So...we hang out, we get drunk, we make out, we fuck, all is well... This goes on for about a month and she finally invites me over to her place. We get there, make out on the porch for a few minutes, and then head inside....Where she introduces me to her husband. HER FUCKING HUSBAND! I'm sorry...I wasn't aware of another guy in her life, let alone one she was married to! It all worked out though...as the night went on, the drunker we got, the more me and her husband hit it off, and pretty soon, it was like we were best friends, and she was fucking pissed... The moral? It's ok to bring a stripper home, but if you should ever go home with a stripper, be prepared to act gay. It just may save your life!