Post by Sheryl Yoast on Oct 4, 2009 15:03:21 GMT -5
Now I know I have some dumb stories, some funny ones, w/e this one is probably the best I have had in a while.
So were downtown and its just about closing time at the bars. I am with my friends and I go see some others at another bar. I see this chick in the bars from my first stint down here, I hooked up with her best friend (at the time) for a bit when I was here and hadn't seen her in two years. I go in and we start talking and she tells me to go with her to this party over on the other side of town. She is piping hot and way out of my league (but since we go to Ole Miss fucking anyone can get with anyone) I oblige and we drive over there with 4 of my buddies and her friend who is trying to hit on me the whole time on the drive. I am like WTF is going on here.
We end of at this place and it is the biggest bunch of fucking weirdos I have ever seen. However this place is popping and drinks are given out for free. So me and this chick start taking shots of tequilia and drinking hunch punch and she is all over me. We get on the couch and start hooking up (I always had a huge crush on this chick even though she is a huge slut). She is then like lets go back to my place and I was like 8====> too 8=============>. However all my idiot friends had to come to. So I drover her car back to my place told her I would meet her there.
I get to this place I had never been too before in my life. And find out that she is in a huge fight with her friend who was with us earlier. Everyone is just plain shit faced. Her friend is crying and jumps in her car saying I want to get home I want to get home. Me being the fucking horny, awesome asshole I am jumps in the car with her too try to get her not to leave. This girl is fucking crying senselessly "blah blah blah" and I am trying to say everything so she doesn't drive to Memphis. Everything was going well until I said "Even though I don't know you too well." Bad move Brendan. "I DON'T KNOW YOU AT ALL GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY CAR" was the response. This chick starts hitting me and I am like WTF? FInally I am like ok fuck this, this girl wants to crash it ain't my fault.
I lost the phone in the process which is key to the next part of the story.
So there I am alone in the parking lot with no phone, no idea where I am and no ride home. I convince myself I drove there so I spend an hour going through the whole complex (pretty damn big) looking for my mini van. I hear some voices up in a building so I go up and knock on the door where there is some hippy party. I explain to them I don't know where the fuck I am, how I got there or how to get home. There some artsy chicks in there not too hot but ill fuck anything at this point in the evening. They won't let me sleep in their house which I was trying to push for, they kick me out. So I spend an hour looking for my car (not parked in the place) until I convince myself that I am locked in a mental institution (dead fucking serious). I was like I have to escape this fucking place!
So I pop over a fence and just start running in a random direction, knocking on fucking house doors at 4 AM looking just for someone to tell me where the fuck I am. I keep running looking for an answer. Finally after walking 2 miles I realize where I am and walk another 2 miles home.
Fucking crazy.
So were downtown and its just about closing time at the bars. I am with my friends and I go see some others at another bar. I see this chick in the bars from my first stint down here, I hooked up with her best friend (at the time) for a bit when I was here and hadn't seen her in two years. I go in and we start talking and she tells me to go with her to this party over on the other side of town. She is piping hot and way out of my league (but since we go to Ole Miss fucking anyone can get with anyone) I oblige and we drive over there with 4 of my buddies and her friend who is trying to hit on me the whole time on the drive. I am like WTF is going on here.
We end of at this place and it is the biggest bunch of fucking weirdos I have ever seen. However this place is popping and drinks are given out for free. So me and this chick start taking shots of tequilia and drinking hunch punch and she is all over me. We get on the couch and start hooking up (I always had a huge crush on this chick even though she is a huge slut). She is then like lets go back to my place and I was like 8====> too 8=============>. However all my idiot friends had to come to. So I drover her car back to my place told her I would meet her there.
I get to this place I had never been too before in my life. And find out that she is in a huge fight with her friend who was with us earlier. Everyone is just plain shit faced. Her friend is crying and jumps in her car saying I want to get home I want to get home. Me being the fucking horny, awesome asshole I am jumps in the car with her too try to get her not to leave. This girl is fucking crying senselessly "blah blah blah" and I am trying to say everything so she doesn't drive to Memphis. Everything was going well until I said "Even though I don't know you too well." Bad move Brendan. "I DON'T KNOW YOU AT ALL GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY CAR" was the response. This chick starts hitting me and I am like WTF? FInally I am like ok fuck this, this girl wants to crash it ain't my fault.
I lost the phone in the process which is key to the next part of the story.
So there I am alone in the parking lot with no phone, no idea where I am and no ride home. I convince myself I drove there so I spend an hour going through the whole complex (pretty damn big) looking for my mini van. I hear some voices up in a building so I go up and knock on the door where there is some hippy party. I explain to them I don't know where the fuck I am, how I got there or how to get home. There some artsy chicks in there not too hot but ill fuck anything at this point in the evening. They won't let me sleep in their house which I was trying to push for, they kick me out. So I spend an hour looking for my car (not parked in the place) until I convince myself that I am locked in a mental institution (dead fucking serious). I was like I have to escape this fucking place!
So I pop over a fence and just start running in a random direction, knocking on fucking house doors at 4 AM looking just for someone to tell me where the fuck I am. I keep running looking for an answer. Finally after walking 2 miles I realize where I am and walk another 2 miles home.
Fucking crazy.
