Marsupialized wrote: JGP romps exclusively with terrible, terrible women. Terrible blonde women. Women you would hate.

Ace wrote:if you type something that makes you come off like a 16 year old

Nina wrote:Good luck to you!

Ace wrote:Good luck to you!

Josef K wrote:edit: removed because it was a rubbish post.

SecondEdition wrote:Since my experiences of random hook ups are the exact same number as the amount of dodos running around in the world today, I couldn't possibly comment.

DrAwkward wrote:making the carnal what what

H-GM wrote:It has been my experience that after a night of guilt-free, sweaty, monkey-sex, the morning alarm is the signal for round two.

Amateurs.

eephour wrote:Do it one more time in the morning and then grab some breakfast.

Rachi wrote:Hmmmmmmmmm....

This reminds me of something I did when I was 17.
I was a keen soccer player then and we had our end of year awards and such. Jesus, I got one of the most outta control drunks in my life. There was some shitty covers band playing and I took over and started singing. (I am shaking my head in shame)
The night then gets blurry, but as a precursor to the rest of the story, I had a crush on one of the trainers. Marty.
Obviously in my drunkeness (i don't actually remember this) I thought it would be a great idea if we went to his place and watched the soccer, the world cup was on at the time.

I woke up in the morning in a startled fashion. I looked around the room and my clothes were everywhere and there was Marty, sprawled and naked. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck....
I grabbed my clothes, which were half covered in mud and called a friend. I remember her saying, "yeah, I'll pick you up. Where are you?"
I went outside and puked in his garden and as I look up from the flowerbed there were two people standing in the garage.... His parents....

Mother: Good morning dear, not feeling too well?

Me: No

I forced a fake smile then stared down at the puke in the garden

Father: It's a lovely morning, isn't it?

At this point I thought they were fucking with me..

Me: Yeah sure, Um.. Where are we?
Father looks at mother with eyebrow raised
Mother: Our address is # Street suburb

Friend on phone: Rachel, rachel, RACHEL! Yo what the fuck are you up to?
Me: The address is # Street Suburb.
Friend on phone: Sweet, see you soon

At this point Marty comes bursting out of the house in underwear and sees me standing in an amazingly awkward situation. He motions for me to come back inside.
Marty: Holy fuck what a crazy night eh
Me:.......... Yeah...... (burst out laughing)
Marty: Can I take you out for breakfast?
Me: Er, My friend is coming to pick me up
Marty: Ring her and tell her to pick you up later.

So I ring my mate and tell her we are going to breakfast.
I went to breakfast wearing a pair of his shorts with paint on them and a Manchester united shirt. It was fukin horrible food but we just decided we deserved it for being such idiots.

This is a funny as hell memory for me and I don't regret it.
If I was ever to that again, I would go for the breakfast option.