Post by Rainbow Blight on Aug 29, 2005 7:08:30 GMT -5
Last night I was at the Rock Bottom Cafe and Bar with my friends Ian and Peter and I ended up having one glass of extra-strong Long Island Iced Tea.
This morning I woke up remembering absolutely NOTHING.
As pieces of my memory slowly returned, I remembered that after leaving Rock Bottom, Ian, Peter, and I went to the house of this prostitute who Ian has a "relationship" with. While Ian was fucking the everliving motherfucking fuck out of her, Peter (his brother, goddamn) and I were sitting in the living room talking to this black girl about African politics. Fortunately, I of course managed to hold my own in the debate the second she started criticizing American foreign policy and other such things.
I don't remember anything beyond this, aside from some goddamn screams eminating from the bedroom; I can't imagine what Peter was thinking knowing that his brother was fucking the brains out of a hooker.
I only had one glass of Jack Daniels and one glass of Long Island Iced Tea, total that night. I've drunk a lot more than this in a single sitting in the past. And I don't have a hangover whatsoever.
I'm thinking that someone inserted Rohypnol or a similar sedative in my drink. My ass doesn't hurt, and all my money is still here, so I don't know what would be the point of this.
Discuss.
This morning I woke up remembering absolutely NOTHING.
As pieces of my memory slowly returned, I remembered that after leaving Rock Bottom, Ian, Peter, and I went to the house of this prostitute who Ian has a "relationship" with. While Ian was fucking the everliving motherfucking fuck out of her, Peter (his brother, goddamn) and I were sitting in the living room talking to this black girl about African politics. Fortunately, I of course managed to hold my own in the debate the second she started criticizing American foreign policy and other such things.
I don't remember anything beyond this, aside from some goddamn screams eminating from the bedroom; I can't imagine what Peter was thinking knowing that his brother was fucking the brains out of a hooker.
I only had one glass of Jack Daniels and one glass of Long Island Iced Tea, total that night. I've drunk a lot more than this in a single sitting in the past. And I don't have a hangover whatsoever.
I'm thinking that someone inserted Rohypnol or a similar sedative in my drink. My ass doesn't hurt, and all my money is still here, so I don't know what would be the point of this.
Discuss.
