ethnomethodologist
Master Don Juan
He wants to party, I didn't think he needed the girls, but of course I was thinking with my **** last night. I always do after getting drunk and having fun, I feel more protected than I should be and ignore my problems when I get that far out of my mind.
So last night I lent him some more money, he owed me $200 before we went out, he kept buying me drinks and convincing others to buy for me, I was sick so I was saying no but forcing them down. I couldn't keep them there, I told him, so he told me about how the yeast makes the desire to puke dissappear, I told him too much and the yeast will poison me. We agreed on a centre line and I puked when I really had to, but I would still drink so I could learn to stand the pain when it really matters. In the end I had tons of fun because of the alcohol.
At the end of the night he wanted more alcohol, he wanted to party, to have more fun. He's been there through my three toughest days, he was there for me, he had my back and I had his, we were hombres, two men of the same stature. Two DJ's macking on the girls. So of course, when he asked me to go to a party, I said yes. He's kind of stupid, his mother drank when he was a baby in her tummy, and it ****ed with his brain, he has a hard time admitting the truth until it kicks him in the ass. I want to help him out, since he added to my fun, and saved me from two *****s who have transmitted HIV to his friends, when I was piss loaded, could have had a threesome, but I would have regretted it and I would never have known. I really don't know how, so I asked his family and friends, they all called me a retard, for wanting to help a retard, they gave me a bunch of insights, well said what I already knew, in different words, everybody was honest, but the words were toxic if he had heard them. An alpha male would have brought two together, I'm no alpha, so I have to play it suave, so I said thanks, asked them what I talked to them for, where to find a party, and where to find some bootleg.
So my friend william(we call him willy or buttout, guess why we call him buttout) didn't know where to party, was too scared to ask the girls when they didn't ask him first, and didn't know where to get the booze. I forced myself, since I didn't plan anything but I said yes I would help, to help him out on all three fronts. He was MY wingman, I had to take the squadron leader role, I was GIVEN alpha male status. Too bad for me though, I had no desire to have sex or drink, I was angry about having to do all of the work. So I stepped up to the plate and started swinging my bad like a ****ing mad man. Men, women and elders, I asked all around who knew where to find what I wanted. Nobody could help me with my direct questions, just another notch on my to-do belt, get some direct game concerning informtation, indirect would probably have been better though, I know to plan for the next party, and guarantee a good host so I don't get AMOGed to the extreme.
So last night I lent him some more money, he owed me $200 before we went out, he kept buying me drinks and convincing others to buy for me, I was sick so I was saying no but forcing them down. I couldn't keep them there, I told him, so he told me about how the yeast makes the desire to puke dissappear, I told him too much and the yeast will poison me. We agreed on a centre line and I puked when I really had to, but I would still drink so I could learn to stand the pain when it really matters. In the end I had tons of fun because of the alcohol.
At the end of the night he wanted more alcohol, he wanted to party, to have more fun. He's been there through my three toughest days, he was there for me, he had my back and I had his, we were hombres, two men of the same stature. Two DJ's macking on the girls. So of course, when he asked me to go to a party, I said yes. He's kind of stupid, his mother drank when he was a baby in her tummy, and it ****ed with his brain, he has a hard time admitting the truth until it kicks him in the ass. I want to help him out, since he added to my fun, and saved me from two *****s who have transmitted HIV to his friends, when I was piss loaded, could have had a threesome, but I would have regretted it and I would never have known. I really don't know how, so I asked his family and friends, they all called me a retard, for wanting to help a retard, they gave me a bunch of insights, well said what I already knew, in different words, everybody was honest, but the words were toxic if he had heard them. An alpha male would have brought two together, I'm no alpha, so I have to play it suave, so I said thanks, asked them what I talked to them for, where to find a party, and where to find some bootleg.
So my friend william(we call him willy or buttout, guess why we call him buttout) didn't know where to party, was too scared to ask the girls when they didn't ask him first, and didn't know where to get the booze. I forced myself, since I didn't plan anything but I said yes I would help, to help him out on all three fronts. He was MY wingman, I had to take the squadron leader role, I was GIVEN alpha male status. Too bad for me though, I had no desire to have sex or drink, I was angry about having to do all of the work. So I stepped up to the plate and started swinging my bad like a ****ing mad man. Men, women and elders, I asked all around who knew where to find what I wanted. Nobody could help me with my direct questions, just another notch on my to-do belt, get some direct game concerning informtation, indirect would probably have been better though, I know to plan for the next party, and guarantee a good host so I don't get AMOGed to the extreme.
that was for a different thread, couldn't edit until now, everybody on at the time of the original posting should know why