hard headache, interessting dream, crashed shirt.
woke up in a strange bed in an unknown apartement. 2.30 pm.
hard headache. shower, meeting friends, telling them I think I dreamt I fucked a girl on a party on the balcony. perhaps it was real but I was so drunk. Playing poker. getting later an sms by the host of the yesterdays party. he writes: look tomorrow in the newspaper. Calling him asking why, he said, well, there was anybody else than you fucking a girl on my party on the balcony and everybody watched. You just ordered a gin tonic without stopping to fuck. And you got the gin tonic.....
well, I fucked on a party and everybody watched - and normally I am a real shy guy.....
I don`t know her name, I can`t remember how she looked.... and I can`t stop laughing...
and now my real macho charactert:
Before leaving her apartement: I saw that she wrote with lipstick on her mirror: Thank you for the great night. I answered:
I left my shirt - please stitch the buttons! ; )
And the moral of this story:
DON`T TAKE DRUGS!!!!
woke up in a strange bed in an unknown apartement. 2.30 pm.
hard headache. shower, meeting friends, telling them I think I dreamt I fucked a girl on a party on the balcony. perhaps it was real but I was so drunk. Playing poker. getting later an sms by the host of the yesterdays party. he writes: look tomorrow in the newspaper. Calling him asking why, he said, well, there was anybody else than you fucking a girl on my party on the balcony and everybody watched. You just ordered a gin tonic without stopping to fuck. And you got the gin tonic.....
well, I fucked on a party and everybody watched - and normally I am a real shy guy.....
I don`t know her name, I can`t remember how she looked.... and I can`t stop laughing...
and now my real macho charactert:
Before leaving her apartement: I saw that she wrote with lipstick on her mirror: Thank you for the great night. I answered:
I left my shirt - please stitch the buttons! ; )
And the moral of this story:
DON`T TAKE DRUGS!!!!