According to friends who were with me that night at Velvet, I apparently asked after a random boy's private part.
This was after 10 shots of drinks. I don't remember the boy, but I remember the drinks. Appletinis, B52 (or AK47 as I like to call them) and our group favourite, Jaegerbombs. Oh ya, and Ginseng Vodka. If you haven't try them, you should. It is delish.
It was the Ginseng Vodka that got me into trouble. Apparently, I told the random boy, who by the way was trying to pick me up, that "Ginseng is very good for your c***. Is your c*** working?"
Not only that, I pointed to Toi and said, "His is working. How about yours?"
And the best part is, I apparently didn't wait for his answer. I pointed to Toe and said, "This is my friend, Toe. Thank you, bye bye" and I ran away.
The day after, when I am in bed with the mother of all hangovers, Toe called me and told me the rest of that story. Apparently after I left, the random boy told her, "My c**k is working fine. Do you want to see it?" She said "No. Thank you, bye bye" and ran after me.
The burning question is this, my fellow friends. WHY THE HECK DID I GO AND ASK SOMEONE WHETHER THEIR GENITALIA IS WORKING???!! Why???
Not only that, apparently before I ran away, I asked the same random boy to get me a drink (okay, I can see myself doing that) and when he came back with the drink, I down it (spilt half down my chest), showed him the empty glass and said, "It is empty". He obediently went and got me a refill.
I don't like myself when I am drunk....
This was after 10 shots of drinks. I don't remember the boy, but I remember the drinks. Appletinis, B52 (or AK47 as I like to call them) and our group favourite, Jaegerbombs. Oh ya, and Ginseng Vodka. If you haven't try them, you should. It is delish.
It was the Ginseng Vodka that got me into trouble. Apparently, I told the random boy, who by the way was trying to pick me up, that "Ginseng is very good for your c***. Is your c*** working?"
Not only that, I pointed to Toi and said, "His is working. How about yours?"
And the best part is, I apparently didn't wait for his answer. I pointed to Toe and said, "This is my friend, Toe. Thank you, bye bye" and I ran away.
The day after, when I am in bed with the mother of all hangovers, Toe called me and told me the rest of that story. Apparently after I left, the random boy told her, "My c**k is working fine. Do you want to see it?" She said "No. Thank you, bye bye" and ran after me.
The burning question is this, my fellow friends. WHY THE HECK DID I GO AND ASK SOMEONE WHETHER THEIR GENITALIA IS WORKING???!! Why???
Not only that, apparently before I ran away, I asked the same random boy to get me a drink (okay, I can see myself doing that) and when he came back with the drink, I down it (spilt half down my chest), showed him the empty glass and said, "It is empty". He obediently went and got me a refill.
I don't like myself when I am drunk....
3 comments:
LOL! you are super funny!
-junni (slient reader)
You left me with Mr Cock :(
Oh dear, Frou, OH DEAR!!!!! *stifles cackles*
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