Story from Tucker (New Hampshire):
"You know when you have those nights where you really don't remember what you were doing but you get out of your black out near the end of the night? This was one of those nights. I was really fucked up, I don't know what I did at the bar and the next thing I know I'm in a cab with my roommates getting texts from this number that I have no idea who it is. All the text said was, "Okay, what's your address?" I look at my friends asking them what the fuck is going on and they thought I was fucking with them. They said I was talking to a girl all night, got her number and she drove to the bar and is coming to the house right now. I didn't believe them. Of course, I get home and she's there. I had no idea what she looked like I don't remember talking to her in the least bit. But long story short, I ended up dating the bitch for a month after that. Interesting shit happens when you're drunk."
Now I've had nights like that, but I've never had a night totally like THAT. You must've been more fucked up than David Hasselhoff in that youtube video to not even remember talking to the girl awesome fucking story.
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