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ewwww 2 guys? Thats just sick. If I see another penis no amount of Viagra will get it to come back
I didn't see any cawk, just some tig ol' bitties..and that's an outlandish statement, you can't say you've never seen another johnson other than your own..What about sports? Never got the occasional accidental look at your teammates wang?
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No I was told to get the **** out...... by the girl...The guys were laughing...
"shut up slut!" and take your pants off. That easy.
ewwww 2 guys? Thats just sick. If I see another penis no amount of Viagra will get it to come back
You're not lonely enough.
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I "Know a guy" who was in an orgy with 2 girls and his best friend. Basically, 2 girls-2 guys...and he informed me that when you are in the heat of the moment, accidentally catching a glance of another dudes junk is about the last thing on your mind. Sadly, I can't speak from personal experience........

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I "Know a guy" who was in an orgy with 2 girls and his best friend. Basically, 2 girls-2 guys...and he informed me that when you are in the heat of the moment, accidentally catching a glance of another dudes junk is about the last thing on your mind. Sadly, I can't speak from personal experience........
See.. I would rather be in an orgy with complete strangers than my best friend.. I know friends should do things together, but damn that would be word, especially if unecessary touching occured
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See.. I would rather be in an orgy with complete strangers than my best friend.. I know friends should do things together, but damn that would be word, especially if unecessary touching occured
I feel the oppos.....I mean my friend feels the opposite of that. No unnecessary touching occured.
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nothing spectacularI know I ramble in my sleep when I'm drunkPlayed some flippy cup and puked, went back to play a few more games, went back to puke, that happened 1-2 more times.. was fun until I realized that I was tired of puking.

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Booze was never really my thing (see the I want to try LSD thread) but I had a few moments. One of the most memorable was waking up in Binghamton (40 minutes from Ithaca where I went to school) I had no clue where I was, how I got there, who was in the bed with me, or why I had a pool cue ball in my pocket and a large burn on my chin. I dont like being really drunk, since then it's a few drinks once a week or so at most.

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I didn't see any cawk, just some tig ol' bitties..and that's an outlandish statement, you can't say you've never seen another johnson other than your own..What about sports? Never got the occasional accidental look at your teammates wang?
Why you asking me? I ain't no faggot! I work out! I fuck bitches! ARGH!!!I have a million drinking stories, but my personal favorite was probably challenging all comers to a wine-bonging contest, blacking out, and regaining consciousness in a dorm-room bed. I'd had some kind of sex the night before, and the girl was gone, but her roommate was on the computer and told me where my clothing was. I was completely nude. The roommate greeted me when I woke up with, "Steven, right? Sorry, but (I never even processed the name) had to go to breakfast with her (father/sister/something." Apparently I gave the girl a fake name.To this day, I have absolutely no idea what she looked like or who she was. Two friends of mine and I went to a party a few blocks down, and none of us remembered it in the morning. I spend the next week trying to piece together what could happen, but none of us retained a single piece of meaningful information from the night after around 11. I had flashes of playing beer pong with people I didn't know, and I vaguely remembered walking to the dorms with a girl, but why I didn't take her back to my place to this day still troubles me.Wang
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Let's hear it. The craziest story you can think of involving you or someone you know getting completely hammered.
Cliff notes version:ME: College party at a real low end golf "country club". Very drunk and was aware of my surroundings, yet unable to move while laying in a puddle of piss on the astroturf covered floor in the bathroom.TWO FRIENDS: Mike is too drunk to drive his car, so the drunker Steve offers to drive back to campus. After arriving back, Steve takes the volkswagon fox (yes, it was the '80s) for an off road joy ride. Campus security gives chase. Steve narrowly misses some innocent bystanders, but puts the car through a fence. The chase continues on foot through a wooded area, with the security officer diving and coming up with nothing but one of Steve's air jordans. The now half-barefoot Steve outruns the cop, but suddenly finds himself underwater as he has run right into a stream. He evades capture ("Nam style" as he said), only to have to turn himself in a couple of days later, as several witnesses identified him.and almost 20 years later, he's the president of a company making well over six figures.
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Wow, alot to remember. I can say that I went to Eastern Illinois for 2 1/2 years and dropped out because of my drinkee and bad grades. Many bar fights, outside of bar fights, etc... One of the more funny ones was my friend laying down in the road in front of a cop car with his DL in hand waiting to get arrested so he could go to jail with my other roommate that was already in the back seat of the squad car. Long story, I won't elaberate but seeing a 6'6 310lb(he played DivII football) laughing while laying in the street in front of the cop was comical. As far as the threesome story, sorry I don't have one. But while living in the dorm the first year we brought home a couple chicks, went at it with our own girl in our own beds then decided it was break time. We had a beer me and my roomie went to piss and when we got back to our room the girls had switched beds on us!

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Probably staff party in Edmonton. I am the kitchen manager and the place we were going had a curfew that all underagers had to be out by 10 pm. so i cut everyone early and close the kitchen myself so they can party. I finsih up, clean up, get dreased and head on over to Reds in the West Edmonton Mall. Now for you who don't know WEM, until the great America mall opened this was the largest shopping centre in the world. Reds is a night club in it, there is also a full sized casino, roller coaster, water park and lots of other stuff...but i digressSo i get to reds and know i'm going to have to play catch up. 2.50 domestic beer....dangerous (also stupid i forgot managers were drinking free) so i stand at the bar scoping stuff out and quickly have three beers, then decide to go over and join my group at Reds Bowling alley'. I arrive and they are HAMMERED, i order a round of JD shots, and do a few, i'd estimate around 4 or five. Then the jager starts, they were GIVING us bottles of Jager cause we were drinking so much, bowling alley bottle service pretty much. I still need to do some serious catching up and over the next two games (30 mins) i pound about 15 shots of jager...disgusting! after that i switched on back to JD, only did another maybe 4 or 5 shots. We decide around 1 to leave Reds and head over to Cowboys, now i know a certain female poster from Calgary knows what Cowboys is...it's a fantastic country bar/club. we walk in and my boss grabs a double round of Kokanee for her and I...polish those off and i'm getting pretty wobly. I'm in the process of watching a game of pool between one of my cooks (really cute girl) and some waitress where if u miss a shot you get a spank! I nominated myself spanker. Then the shot girls decended on us. I ended up buying atleast a tray of shots for this little group of 4 people...so i estimate i take on another 6 or 7 shots here, and then last call rolls around. By this time i have fallen off my stool at the pool table twice, and both times been trying to get up by grabbing the corner pocket and accidentally ripping it out, and both times the bouncer came over and picked me up and fixed the table...how did i not get kicked out. Oh did i mention it was last call...and when u have 4 cocktailers come around and offer u last call, you order atleast 2 from each...oh god tack on another 8 shots of JD...good thing i was 310lb at this point. time blurs on by and it hits 330 am and the club is closing...everyone from my party disaperes, and i'm holding myself up at a taxi stand...this guy opens the door for his GF and i fall into their cab....pass the cabby my drivers licence and doze off for the 20 minute cab ride. Pay the cab, get up the stairs open the door, one step over the threshold and it was like Puke was now Allied Soldiers storming the beaches of normandy and I was a landing craft...ALL over my front hall, and i proceeded to puke for the next 12 hrs, promicing to NEVER do that again.And yes to the nay sayers I did drink all that, and I am the type of drunk where i remember everything how it happend...i remember slapping each of those girls asses and drinking each shot.

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