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Creative Corner => Online Journal => Topic started by: Darksyde on May 21, 2015, 10:08:34 AM
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Stay tuned for the first episode sometime next week when Darksyde recovers from his hangover from this weekend and is able to coherently type it up on Pebhmong.
Laugh, cries and excitement await you as you immerse yourself in DARKSYDE'S DRUNKIN ADVENTURES!
*Keep in mind that I will never tell the stories of the tales from the weekend past due to the fact that stories need time to marinate before they can be told. So with that said, these events are all from random times in my life. All names have been changed to remain anonymous. And don’t ask me how I am able to remember them. I just do so enjoy.
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LOL, I have to reply so I get notified :P
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So there I was…
It’s the six of us. Most of us are out as usual to have a good time. Tony has been eyeballing all the ladies in the establishment all night. He’s totally bored with just hanging out and wants to make things interesting. He looks over my way and starts pointing at the random ladies in the bar and asking me which ones I think are attractive. He finally diverts my attention to the one standing by the pool table who is surrounded by her entourage of line backers. She is obviously very pretty and wears glasses (which I think is very attractive on a lady).
Tony asks me, “What do you think bro?”
I let him know immediately that of course she’s pretty. He asks me if he should go talk to her. I tell him to go ahead if he wants try and get with her. I see him go over there and converse with her. He looks over my way with the two of them now looking at me. I give him the bro thumbs up of approval. I go back to chilling with the boys. Several minutes later he links back up with us and tells me, “Bro; I told her that you totally think she looks pretty and asked her what she thought of you. And she totally thinks you look cute and would like you to go over there and talk to her.” Now I’m like, “Why the f**k did you tell her that? I’m cool bro. I’m just here to chill.” The deed is done so now what.
Several minutes go by and I feel someone bump into me. It’s her. She passes me by as she walks over to the bar. I now want to tell her that it’s nothing like that and my buddy was just messing around. I avoid it for now and we go out back to the patio to do some shots and some toasts. She comes out now with her entourage and their group gathers next to ours. She approaches me and tells me, “You know; if you wanna talk me, you don’t have to be so shy about it.” I’m quite speechless at this point and I don’t want to embarrass her. My other buddy Roman saves the day as he pulls the classic “crotch block” move and starts talking to her. The focus of us just hanging out has now changed to mingling with these ladies.
Time goes by and I still haven’t told her. I leave it alone because most of my buddies have been trying to get with her. She glances over my way from time to time but I figure, they can keep her company and I won’t have to worry about it. In the meanwhile, I can hear her telling my guys about her sob story of her just breaking up with her man. It’s a tear jerker (not really). And Tony has pissed off the team of line backers by calling one of them a fat b!*ch.
The night is late and the bar is closing in a matter of minutes now. Charlie wants the night to continue and nine people, including me, agrees. He wants to know who has beers. I offer my nine Heinekens that I have in my fridge but he laughs it off and says it’s not enough. I figure; forget it and maybe I’ll just head home. The guys are adamant I come along. They are definitely keen on hanging out with these girls. I’m just here for the show. We go outside to our cars and Charlie comes over and says to follow him. He’s found the after party.
Somehow now we have this Black chick and her buddies in our circle. I figure, whatever and I follow everyone else. It’s me and Chad in my car and I ask him if he knows where we are going. He doesn’t know either. We just roll. We get to the place and I get out of the car immediately. I’m wondering where the hell are we. We are literally in the middle of nowhere. The Black chick gets out and introduces herself to me and Chad. We walk to the house together and I see the door open a crack. A random dude peeps out the door and says nothing. The Black chick tells him that it’s cool and that we are with her. I’m thinking, “So that’s why we linked up with them.” Everybody’s wondering where the girl with glasses went. Her and her linemen are nowhere to be found. We carry on and proceed into the house down a dark hallway. We get inside and it’s a large group of very well dressed Black people standing around. We look immediately odd with our group of one Asian guy, one Hispanic guy, two White guys and our very own one Black guy. I’m like whatever and I follow our lead guy, Chad. We move out to the back patio where there seems to a deep fryer going on. Chad says, “It’s three in the g*dd**n morning. Who the hell deep fries s*!t this late?”
Chad takes the tongs and plays with the food. He pulls something out but we’re all unsure what it is. One of the Black girls inside tells us that we aren’t supposed to be out in the back so we all go back inside. Chad disappears and we go into the living room. One of the girl hands me a beer. We all take one. I notice something very unusual now. We are the only ones drinking and it also appears like no one else is drunk or has been drinking aside from us. Chad reappears out of nowhere, gives me the look and tells me, “bro; it’s time to go.” I give him the look back and I agree. The exits are blocked but we gun for it anyways without saying a word.
We head back to my place and discuss the events that just transpired on the way home. Thoughts of almost being gang-raped are running through my head. I look over at my buddy and say, “bro; I don’t know about you but I’ve never sucked a stick before in my life!” Chad laughs hysterically. He reassures me that it’s probably not what I think but the place did seem like trouble. I’m now worried for the guys and want to head back. But it’s late and we can’t risk driving around in the middle of nowhere looking suspicious so we continue to my place. The plan is to go back to the bar the next day hoping everyone will be there. Tomorrow night comes but it’s just me and Chad there the whole night. Tony finally shows up but tells us that he didn’t come along with us. And no one is returning our calls. We figure that if next Friday, we don’t see them at the bar; we are gonna have to take matters into our own hands.
Friday can’t come soon enough but now it’s there. And I’ve been watching action films throughout the week to get myself pumped for what might come. The three of us show up at the bar and sure enough, it’s Roman, Charlie and Will. Roman immediately asks, “Where the f**k have you a$$holes been?” I’m like, “I thought you guys were gang-raped.” He laughs it off and says, “Nawh. My a$$ is still intact but I’m not so sure about Will.” We laugh and Roman looks at me and asks, “Round two?”
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I bet guys have some of the funniest drinking stories. ;D
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I'm going through my stories in my head right now and wondering which one I should tell next. I can't tell you guys all the awesome ones right away, otherwise the later ones will be boring. There should be a new one posted sometime either later today or tomorrow morning. Stay tuned.
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Can I subscribe to your story too?
Only if you want to hear about the awesome things I do on my free time!
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I can use it on those nights of doing nothing. I might have a few to add.
Oh; you meant adding in some of your own stories. Of course. As a matter of fact, I would encourage everybody to contribute a crazy story if they'd like to share. I enjoy hearing a good story just as much as I like telling them.
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No women do crazy stuff men just do exciting stuff. :2funny:
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We started to walked outside. Begging for them not to follow us because we were embarrassed because we drove a maum van there.
LOL! Chicks who refer to their own van as a maum van; too funny. :2funny: I'd give you my comment of the day but VillianousHero already beat you to it. Good short story overall.
Who's got more?
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Oh that story again.... :-X
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Why? Were you one of the guy? LOL
Nope, cuz I don't chase skirts to their getaway car.
Or maybe I be heard an identical story from someone else.
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I haven't told this story before. ???
When drunk, all stories blend together. :2funny:
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Alright kiddies. Put your glue guns, strap-ons and toilet papers away. It's story time with the Darksyde.
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So there I was...
I'm at my buddy Chris' apartment. Me and Chris have been hanging out together a lot lately and we've been going out about 3-5 times a week. The night is just getting started so we're pregaming at his place as usual. I bring over a 12 pack of Bud Light and we kill half of it and a quarter bottle of whiskey before going out. Chris talks about going over to the college bar area tonight and I tell him I'm down. We know we can't drive so we ask for George, Chris' roommate, to drop us off. He does so and now we're there.
The 5-6 blocks of bars are packed as usual. We immediately go about our way to fulfill our agendas. Chris' agenda is to find his night's target of prey in which he hopes to do things that some of you ladies only hear about in porn movies. Mines is to get super drunk and find ways of how I can make a fool of myself. Business as usual. So we start our night off at the shot bar. A bar dedicated to purely shots only. We've made this our little tradition to start our night off by picking each other's choice of drink for one another. This bar in particular isn't new to us. We've been here several times and they easily have over a hundred different types of shots. But we both know what each other is getting for each other already. The holy grail of all nasty shots: Suzy's A$$hole. Why did they call it that? I don't know. Why did it have to be Suzy instead of Betty? I don't know. What I do know is that the shot is comprised of Bacardi 151, Tobasco sauce and Worchester sauce with a sprinkle of peppers. And this is how we start our night off? Yes.
We pound our shots and make our way to the bar-clubs. We get inside and I get the first round. Chris moves his way to the dance floor. I follow behind. He's doing his thing and talking to the ladies. I'm doing my thing and I'm getting wasted. I wingman from time to time when called upon. Otherwise, I'm just looking to start the party. Well, it looks like it's about to begin. A dance circle breaks out. I watch helplessly as college White and Black boys battle each other with played out B-boy and lame robot moves. The dance circle has become the main attraction for the entire bar and the crowd is stirring. I want in. I move towards the center and Chris looks at me like a madman and says, "Dude, what the hell are you doing?" I tell him, "Just watch."
I get in the circle and crowd looks and awaits my move. I get in there and do my thing. I give them the best running man I know how to give. The entire bar uproars in laughter and I get some boo's. Chris yells at me, "Dude. Get out of there. It's embarrassing!" I don't care. One of the Black guy does his whacked out version of a robot and gestures that I leave as he continues to ridicule me. The Whites dudes join in on the action. I like it. And I finally decide to give the crowd what they want. I bust out the pop and lock and change it up to some smoothly transitioned robotics. The crowd is lit. Nobody saw it coming. The White guys are immediately intimidated and exit the floor quick. The Black guys want to stick around and pull out their moves. It's me versus 5 guys. Like I said; I don't care. Bring it. We exchange back in forth for awhile and the I give the crowd something they've never seen before. I give them some good old fashioned C-walk. My footwork is quick and smooth. The Black dudes try to mimic it but can't follow. The crowd has declared me the victor. The circle breaks and everyone goes about their ways. I get approached by miscellaneous people asking me if I'm a Jabbawockie. I reassure them that I'm not but they refuse to believe. I get several free drinks and I feed my ego with random shots of whiskey and Rumplemintz.
My mind blanks out a bit and I drift off into space. I look up and I'm standing out in front of a pretzel shop. Where the hell was I for the past two hours? Who knows but I know I got to pee. I head inside and make my way towards the restroom. A dude walks past me and I pay no mind. He taps me and asks, "Koj puas yog Hmoob?" I sober up instantly and respond with a hell yeah. Of all places to find another kindred brother. And here I thought I was the only one in the area. We talk for a bit and exchange numbers. He's got to go and so do I. I do my business and head out. I realized now that me and Chris have been separated for awhile. It's getting late and the bars are about to close so I need to find him fast. We link up and try to flag down cabs. We get beat to the punch every time. Minutes go by and we make the call. We're walking.
The trek begins and we walk for what seems like hours. With every step I can feel myself getting sober and sober. I don't like it one bit. I share stories from the dark side with Chris and he laughs. We finally arrive at my place but Chris wants us to go back to his place. I tell him I got beers inside. He reminds me that there's still six beers at his place from earlier so I comply. We continue walking. We finally arrive at his place and I open the door. It's unlocked as usual. I immediately gun for the recliner and rock myself silly. I holler at Chris to give me a beer and he tells me they're all gone. George must have drank them all. He's laid out on the couch, knocked the f**k out. We turn on the TV and holler and scream. We talk about our night and my dance battle. And I finally begin to take notice. I ask Chris, "Dude, did you guys get new furniture? I didn't catch it earlier." Chris looks at me and responds, "You're right dude. I guess George must have swapped everything out." He looks over at George and shakes him franticly screaming at him asking him if he had bought new furniture. George is wasted and the best he can muster is a grunt. Chris gets up and walks to the door. He whispers at me to come to him. What the hell is going on, I'm thinking. Chris looks me dead in the eye and says, "Dude, this isn't my apartment." Oh sh!t. We've got to go fast and we do. We gun out the door and when we get outside, we quickly realize that we had walked into the wrong apartment building. Two drunk guys stumble into the wrong apartment? That never happens right?
We get back to Chris' place and he's extremely relieved. He looks my way and says, "Dude, we've could've gotten into some big trouble there if that dude had woken up." I respond to Chris as I'm rummaging through his fridge, "Dude! The beers are here!"
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Alright. Gather up around the campfire boys and girls as I get ready to tell my next drunkin adventure. This will be my last story for awhile but don't worry. I'll be out and about on new adventures with new stories to tell when I come back.
This next story about me goes way back into my teen years when awesome was just learning to be awesome. It is a story about Darksyde and his crush and the battle between his very own broseth to win her heart. Does The Hot Guy get the girl? You'll have to wait and see.
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*giggles*..... :D I AM READY!
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So there I was...
Hanging out with the bro's on a Friday afternoon talking about what's going down for the night. It's my buddy Peng's birthday and we are planning a huge party for him. All the boys are gonna be there. And of course; there's going to be a lot of girls! Being the young hormone filled dudes we are, we immediately start discussing who's going to hook up with who. Everyone is naming possible candidates. Some are battling for certain ones. Some are battling for more than one. Being the simpleton that I am, I only have one girl on my mind: "Mai". (That's not an average name right?) I don't say anything for awhile and then my man Tou looks and asks who I'm going to try for. I say her name and immediately, my dude Kou is giving me crap about it. He goes to say, "Dude, you have been crushing on that for the longest time. When are you going to man up and just talk to her? And she's pretty hot too and I almost forgot she was going to be there. I think I'm going to go for her instead. If you want to get with her, you're going to have to beat me bro. Good luck!"
I'm almost enraged by his stupid challenge and kind of want to punch him. But you don't violate the bro code of fighting your buddy over a girl; especially one you hardly knew. I keep my cool and didn't say too much. My best man, Tou, talks to me after the huddle and asks me, "You're not gonna let him beat you are you? That dudes a d!ck and I'm sure you can get her to talk to you tonight." This is the younger "Hot Guy" and he's not quite on that level of awesome quite yet so the confidence level isn't so gleaming. I look and give him an unsure nod of approval and he pats me on the back and we carry on.
Fast forward to the night.
We're at my buddy Peng's house and we've just got done getting everything in place. We set up in the garage with tables full of snacks and alcoholic beverages. We also have two kegs at the ends of the table. I'm thinking to myself, "Dude, your parents are cool as hell for letting you do all this." The garage is quite large too and we have it setup with a small stereo system. It's about to go down!
It's about 30 minutes to show time so those of us that are there start the night out by sipping on some beers. People start to show up. We're standing outside, smoking our cigarettes and drinking as we wait for the ladies of the night to show up. It's 30 minutes past show time and finally our first group of girls show up. Eventually they all get there and the ratio is looking pretty good. We have about 30 people there total and the ratio of guys to girls is slightly above 2 to 1. Everyone introduces themselves and we eventually move inside the garage. We put on the stereo and everyone goes back to doing what they were doing a second ago. All the dudes are on one side and all the girls are on the other. It's the typical high school dance scene. All the guys are waiting for liquid encouragement to kick in and the ladies are waiting for the dudes to man up. Eventually, a few of the guys make their way over there to start conversing with the girls. Kou takes this opportunity to go over there right away to talk to Mai. I'm like, "Damn!" I tell myself I'll just wait till they're done talking and I'll go over there and talk to her afterwards. Time goes by. Guys are dancing with girls now; slow dancing and/or getting their freak nasty on. Meanwhile Kou has been talking to her this whole time. They even got in a slow dance or two. My confidence now is extremely low. I might have just lost my chance by not taking the initiative.
I'm over by the table still. I'm drinking with all the not-so-lucky guys slamming beers trying to look cool. I glance over at her from time to time and I think I see her glancing over at me. I'm unsure of myself but somewhere deep inside I think she likes me too. I ask myself, how can she be talking to my buddy Kou and dancing with him while she's been frequently looking over my way. There's just no way she likes him. She wants to be with the man, The Hot Guy. My man Tou breaks away from the girl he's been talking to and comes over and talks to me. He says to me, "Dude; what have you been doing this whole time? Go over there and talk to her! You can't lose to him." I tell Tou I can't because Kou has been over there the entire time talking to her alone. I can't just intrude. Can I? Tou tells me to just cut in and talk to her. He tells me he's not leaving my side until I go over there. We stand there for another 15 minutes and all I can do is keep drinking. I'm quite buzzed now and still liquid encouragement has done nothing to help me out. Tou gets a little agitated by my weakness and he starts to walk away.
I finally look down my red cup and see a reflection of myself and he says to me, "Stop being a b!tch and get out there and get it!" There it is! I've found it. Now I just have to place my timing right. I turn around now and begin to look her way. I'm sure she has been looking my way the entire night and I wait for it. And there it is. I see it. I see her looking my way. She sees me looking at her while Kou is over there talking her ears off. She goes back to looking at Kou as they carry on the conversation. I slam every last bit of beer I have left. And I wait again. She looks again, only this time I'm not waiting. The time is right and I'm making my move. Tou catches me in motion and he sees the look in my face, my eyes. He knows I'm not playing around. Our eyes are locked and I don't know what I'm going to do when I get there but I know it's going to be something.
I finally get over to her and there are no words to say. Our eyes still locked, I step in in-between the two. I wrap my right hand around her waist. I take my left hand and tilt her chin up. And I kiss her. We lock in for just a moment and I pull back. She pulls me back in and now we're kissing passionately. Meanwhile, my man Tou is in the background cheering me on like a mad man. He applauds and yells out, "Hell yeah! That has got to be the baddest move I've ever seen. It was like straight out of a movie." I don't care. I keep going. My heart is calm and I know then that it was never about the stupid challenge. It was about overcoming myself and believing in what my heart told me. Many stories were made that night but mines would be the one that will forever be known as the story of the night.
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Karaoke night! Another night in the making. :)
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It's another drunkin night, starring yours truly.
Taking it one sip at a time,
The Hot Guy
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So it's been awhile since I've posted a drunkin tale of love, sex and danger. Well get ready because tomorrow night, you're finally getting a new story!
My next story will involve me once upon a time in Never Never Land where I partied like a rock star with the Croatian Army and encountered the odds of going up against their Soldiers one on one... at the bar!
Tune in sometime tomorrow afternoon/night (depending on whether if I'm drunk or not) for another crazy adventure in Darksyde's Drunkin Adventures!
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LOL
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So there I was...
We had just gotten out of the field from doing some joint training with the Croatian Army. They had come stateside to train with us in preparation for their deployment to Afghanistan. They had only about 1 1/2 weeks left here in the US before they would fly back home and get their things ready to deploy out to combat. And normally your last week before flying back out of anywhere in the military is a drunk fest.
So me being me, I thought I'd go to the bar on base and get me something to drink. I saw two of my buddies there already so I was at a good start. We began talking about our war stories of being in Iraq and that's when they showed up. A posse of Croatians came in and sat along the bar rail across from us. Things got very quiet and nobody said a word. So once again; me being me, I decided to break the air of silence using the only tool I knew how. Shots!
I asked them what they wanted to drink. And they responded with a no thanks. Well I felt that wasn't good enough so I ordered anyways. In Eastern Europe, the preferred alcoholic drink most of the time is Vodka so I ordered some Vodka for all of them. They asked what it was and I told them. They thanked me for it and the next thing you know, I had a shot of Vodka sitting at my stool. They looked over at me and said that's for you. So now the game was on. I ordered another round of Vodka and they drank. I drank. They drank. I drank. They drank. I drank. And I finally realized that it had to stop. It was only about 9 PM at night and I was gonna go to sleep by 10 at this rate. I finally walked over to them and asked for their names and shook their hands. They thanked me personally for all the shots I bought them and I did the same for them. We got to know each other personally and learned about each other's cultures and customs. I eventually noticed that one of them was an attractive 5'4 blonde. She didn't say much which is probably why I didn't notice her. I asked them if they were gonna be around tomorrow night and they said they were thinking about heading out to town tomorrow night. I told them I would be here at the same place again if they were interested. We parted our ways around 2 in the morning and I was supposed to be awake by 5.
I woke up still drunk. I got to work and chugged down as much coffee as I could. I knew today was going to be a long day. I told everyone at work about the Croatians and that we should all go meet them up tonight to have some drinks together. They weren't about it. Who wants to hang out with dudes right? Finally I mentioned that, "Well, there is this one cute blonde chick they have with them. I think she might be the only one they have in their formation." Everybody's eye lit up like a Christmas tree and now they were dialed in. All these American boys wanted was a chance and I just gave it to them.
Fast forward to the night. We ended up going to the same bar. We waited wondering if they were ever going to show up. About an hour and a half went by and sure enough, they did. This time they came in force. There had to be about at least 50 of them. And of course the dudes and one dudette that were with me the other day told them about me. So of course, everybody wanted to buy me drinks. Folks, if you've ever been the groom or best man at a Hmong wedding; your worst nightmare just walked right into the door and it's about be a rollercoaster. I began to prepare myself mentally after the first three waves of shots came pouring in. Of course I gave mines in return but a small ripple has no effect in water when encountered by a tsunami and I was getting flooded with drinks. I tried walking away or going to the bathroom but these dudes would wait on me if I went anywhere remote within the bar. And there were many of them so all I could do was take and give. I tried getting some of my Soldiers to help but they looked at me like I was crazy. All in the meanwhile, every other US Soldier that was in that bar had one target in mind only; the cute blonde girl that was with the Croatians. I was on my own.
Finally, it stopped. Their Commander wanted to see me and my buddy Staff Sergeant Deidrich. He wanted to know our names, what our ranks were and what kind of experiences we had in relations to war. According to his men, this guy was a war hero. He was a sniper during the Serbian Wars and had a lot of confirmed kills. He clearly had the respect of his men. No one would buy me shots because I was talking to the man himself. Eventually, he stopped asking questions and offered to buy us a round of shots. We both agreed. I tried to buy the man one but he absolutely refused because it was against his policy to ever let someone he outranked buy him a shot because he felt his pay grade made him obligated through respect and honor to always offer that gesture to them rather than him. I honored and respected his words. It was clear that this guy was a man amongst men. He then began to tell me and my buddy how much he liked our warrior spirits and asked us if he could, ask if we deploy with him and his men to Afghanistan. I didn't know how to respond and I was drunker than sh!t so I agreed. He took down our names.
I was then pulled away by one of his junior Officers. I forget his name but I know he was a Lieutenant (LT). The good LT had something he wanted to tell me in private outside so we went outside to have a smoke. We went outside about 20 feet beyond the main doors and standing next to us now was the cute blonde haired girl. He started to talk to me; asking me about my interests. He asked me what I liked to do on my free time, what my job and rank was. I told him what I could. But I could tell there was more he wanted to ask and soon he did. And this was our conversation: (keep in mind he kind of speaks like Borat so try to understand the verbiage I'm using)
LT: Sergeant, I have sometink I vould like to tell you.
Me: What is it sir? You're good.
LT: She vould like to tell you sometink. I not so sure how say this.
Me: It's okay. I don't mind really.
LT: Vell... she likes you.
Me: Yeah. It's quite alright. I tend to have that way around other Soldiers.
LT: No, no, no. She likes you. She vould like to know more about you.
Me: She likes me?
LT: Yes. Vould you like to be vith her?
Me: Woah, woah, woah. I have a woman.
LT: A voman? I don't understand.
Me: A woman. A lady. A girl. We're together.
LT: Ohhh. It's okay. I have one too.
Me: No. We are together. We don't do stuff like that.
LT: It's okay. I von't tell.
As you can see. I wasn't going anywhere with this conversation. I had managed to gain the attention of the one girl that each and every swinging d!ck in my unit was trying so hard to get with. Of course I wanted nothing to do with it but how was I supposed to let her know I wasn't interested. Improvise and adapt. It's what they teach us in the Army. I knew what I needed to make this work and it would require a key player in my team, my star c0ck blocker: Specialist Koepler (Kep). Kep had a way with woman that wasn't really a way at all. It was just straight out rude and to the point. But I knew that I needed that now, more than ever. It just so happens that he was outside having a cigarette when I needed him. And of course he was already drunker than sh!t so I knew I could rely on his expertise. As I was talking to the LT about our arrangement with his female Soldier, I called for Kep so I could introduce him to them. Kep instantly replied, "What do you need Sarg?" I glanced over at the girl as he watch my eyes look over there and he realized real quick what was going on. He then laughed and said, "So you're the lucky girl that's wants to bone my Sarg?" She didn't know what he was saying but the LT explained to her what he said. Kep went on to say things that I can't regurgitate without turning this post into the adult forum but one can only imagine. She eventually got disgusted and stormed herself back into the bar away from me and Kep.
I high fived my man and went back inside and got extremely stupid drunk. I ended up drinking with the Croatian Army until 4 in the morning knowing that I had to get up at 5. Regardless to say it was a long day afterwards but I knew that I had won my battle with the Croatians at the Battle of the Shots.
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Getting drunk at the airport in Amsterdam. Almost sounds like another story in the making but I'll keep it chill until I get home. Lol. ;D
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LOL! Drunk times is unforgettable or is it forgettable ??? they both make sense. :D
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Stacking on more drunk stories at Checkers. Lol.
Where the ladies at? ;) ;D
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Your above post about kep being your wingman and gloating about it. Such a cowardly thing to do. How about just being honest and telling the girl that you're flattered however you were in a happy relationship?
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Your above post about kep being your wingman and gloating about it. Such a cowardly thing to do. How about just being honest and telling the girl that you're flattered however you were in a happy relationship?
It's a story. Get over it. ;)
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Where are your drunken stories! I heard you came to town?
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I'm sure he has plenty of those.......an d then some. ;D :D
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I was in town for a short while. I came with an agenda so I didn't go out as much. Kinda... Sorta... Like not every night but every other night... Kinda... Or maybe more like two on and one off kinda... ;D Lol.
Maybe I'll post one up for old times sake. Give me about a week or so. ;)
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LOL! How come it takes a week? ??? must be some kind of >:D play I bet ;)
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My bad. Work has kept me busy and away from online. It's coming... And it will be a funny one. 😜 At least I hope.
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We want hilarity, not just funny. ;D
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Sorry I haven't posted my story yet but I promise it'll be a funny (hilarious) one. But I have something better planned for the future!... I wanna start doing some cover videos and will probably post a couple in here just to get some critiques. So... All you ladies gonna finally know what the guy looks like. I promise I won't flex too hard. 😉
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I recall I promised a drunken story many moons ago. I'll have to try to concoct a story for this weekend to make up for lost time.
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What?! Concoct?! You mean they're not real stories?! :D You have quite the imagination at times. ;D :P
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Of course they're all real. I was just figuratively saying. 😜
I have a good story to tell though that involves an adventure in a foreign land. Just you wait!