Better to fuck a fat chick and only have to worry about showering the next day then fucking a thin chick and feeling her skeleton pressed against your chest and having to have therapy the rest of your life. Seriously, it's like she came straight from Auscwitz to the pub.
Actually thinking about that, I tried to rescue one of my friends one time only to get told to fuck off. Anyway three hours later she's roaring drunk (and fat but she was fat before hand). Anyway he's decided to apparently change his mind about the whole fat thing, but if someone is stupid enough to drink so much they have trouble walking my friend reasons you need to book them into a hotel. He tells us to come with because he'll just drop her off then be off. Cue one hour later I'm still outside with two other mates and have just finished calling him and leave the stupid bitch there. We eventually leave and catch a taxi home.
The next morning we find out that he eventually gave up on getting a hotel and caught a taxi back to her place. And "because" he took so long to get her inside the taxi left and he walked home getting back at like 6.
He's always denied it but we reckon he gave her a root cause the taxi would of stayed around for the two minutes to drop someone off
Blake TDo you have enemies then?Good. That means you’ve stood up for something, sometime in your life.Registered Userregular
edited April 2007
Yeah watch fat chicks get drunk and ruin my night out. Crazy nights those are.
We are still holding it over him every time he complains we go somewhere he doesn't want to go.
Remember the hotel Brent? We didn't want to go there. I mean the good hotels have bars so we could of at least entertained ourselves for the following hour.
EDIT: Oh and to top it off he had the keys so we had to wake up my mate to get back into the house.
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i'm just going to link this one since i told it recently and don't feel like copypasta
Satans..... hints.....
They call that a memoir.
Awesome.
what i do remember probably would have killed a lesser (less desperate) man than myself.
Yes but the difference between a memoir and an anecdote is that I like the sound of anectdote more.
Satans..... hints.....
It's a fact of life that we all deal with.
The best you can do is pick yourself up by your bootstraps and get a little less drunk next time.
i can deal with fat chicks, this girl was just nasty. I had to take a few showers after. I will probably go get a stud test too.
edit: oh hi, PI
Everyone fucks the fat chick at least once.
Just don't talk about it.
Or make it a habit.
It is supplemental boning.
Well it's just the simple truth.
Makes you appreciate the others more?
Dating a fat chick is a lot like owning a minibike. You have a blast riding it all over the place, until your friends find out.
Unless you're into fat chicks.
Which happens.
I don't like to have sex with things that look like me.
IE: Skeletor.
Like building boats in bottles.
I was so close one time, and my buddies swung in like fuckin spider-man and saved me
Every body gets one.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=O7OC4SfFwhU
Actually thinking about that, I tried to rescue one of my friends one time only to get told to fuck off. Anyway three hours later she's roaring drunk (and fat but she was fat before hand). Anyway he's decided to apparently change his mind about the whole fat thing, but if someone is stupid enough to drink so much they have trouble walking my friend reasons you need to book them into a hotel. He tells us to come with because he'll just drop her off then be off. Cue one hour later I'm still outside with two other mates and have just finished calling him and leave the stupid bitch there. We eventually leave and catch a taxi home.
The next morning we find out that he eventually gave up on getting a hotel and caught a taxi back to her place. And "because" he took so long to get her inside the taxi left and he walked home getting back at like 6.
Satans..... hints.....
We are still holding it over him every time he complains we go somewhere he doesn't want to go.
Remember the hotel Brent? We didn't want to go there. I mean the good hotels have bars so we could of at least entertained ourselves for the following hour.
EDIT: Oh and to top it off he had the keys so we had to wake up my mate to get back into the house.
Satans..... hints.....
I love friends for trying to save me but how come when I'm drunk I don't fucking listen to them?
At least so far I've only gone mildly ugly, chubby....and I got no problems at all with Chubby...that's my friend's hangups, not mine.
I made a TD for iphone and windows phone!
I have had friends try and pull me into fucking fat girls with them. Thank god i hadn't found the bourbon that night.
Rule 1: If I'm really drunk subtract 20% of the total hotness score and think hard.
Rule 2: If I'm really drunk and really horny, ignore rule one and hope the 20% rule doesn't count on this one.
Satans..... hints.....
it just kind of happened