heehee, i was just kidding...
we knew each other 2 years before getting married...and i didn't really flash my boobies...i had a bra on...
Bella Dea wrote:
It's very hard for a woman to pee on something vertical. While drunk. And doing something illegal in the open. When you can't run because your pants are down around your ankles.
wear a skirt..
>visualize<
Spread you legs, then spread your__ as far as you can, then pull UP....
you will pee straight forward.
Shewolfnm is the golden showa' MASTA!
you know you love me..
;-)
Shewolf.....you dont happen to have a glass coffee table I can lie under, do you?
I once ran an experiment at a party full of psychology graduate students: I would interject the word "masturbation" to see if it was a conversation stopper. A grand time was had by all. (And yes, it is a conversation stopper.)
Upshot?
1. My wife's friends told her I was "cool."
2. I'm no longer allowed more than two beers at a party.
Slappy Doo Hoo wrote:Shewolfnm is the golden showa' MASTA!
So, Shewolf gets to be cool because she can pee horizontally, but I can't be? What crap. I quit.
practice!
anyone can pee standing up
the differnce is how much ends up NOT running down your leg
if you spread your legs and bend your knees to a 90 degree angle straight out so you look rather praying mantis-ish, odds are it won't run down your legs...
good tips girls, i'll try and remember that next time i'm hammered.
Uri Nation
Stop taking the piss you lot.
We arent taking it, were drinking it actually.
The Pentacle Queen wrote:We arent taking it, were drinking it actually.
That is exactly what I said. Now would you like to take a coffee to sober up ?
The Pentacle Queen wrote:what?
Yer Mum's making love, that's what she said. She's having it off with uncle Fred.
Sounds like prison to me too. Tra la la la la.
WHAT ?
I remember when I was 16 and had a really bad day, and I didn't fully comprehend the effects of hard alcohol... so it was 10 in the morning one summer day and I got to my ex's house and first thing I did was take a triple shot of whiskey.. then came the triple shot of gin.. then another of whiskey and another of gin.... by then I just started realizing that I was becoming drunk (specially since I rarely drank)... and my friends cut me off from the liquor... but that didn't stop me from somehow getting past them all into the next room and sneaking in the liquor cabinet to drink straight from the bottle...
In the end I was so drunk that I called up my boyfriend and when he got on the phone I was like "Who's Carl, who the f*ck is Carl" and he was like "You're drunk, call me when you're sober, laughed at me and hung up"...
I gave my ex-boyfriend a split personality named George (his real name was Billy) and I told him that I hated Billy but I loved George..
I walked into walls, fell off chairs, managed to eat ashes thinking they were bread crumbs and smeared peanut butter all over my friends hat... and that is All I remember, but I have heard that I did sooo much more... and it was noon time by now, sh*tfaced!
My friend had to call me into work late, saying my car broke down in Boston... I sobered up a little(I lied to them) and went to work at a hospital... I made an ass out of myself and my friends all called me a lush at work, because I was still shattered!!
Good time, Good TImes!
The latest one:
On saturday night, me and my two best friends drunk a whole bottle of red absynth.
I ate some ariel washing powder.
I licked my friends boob.
I slept all night on the bathroom floor.
I still feel ill.
