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Monday, November 28, 2005

Lets Bolt!

Disclaimer: This isn't a story I would normally post on my blog, but a co-worker talked me into it. I tried to censor it as much as possible. Its probably somewhere around a PG-13 right now.

A couple weeks ago my girlfriend and I went out with a bunch of friends to a local bar. Since we live really close to one of the other couples that was going out we offered to drive.

We got to the bar and drank, drank, drank. We had a blast. Well with one exception. A girl that was with us claimed to see one of her ex-boyfriends. They have a colored past, and she quickly started bringing everyone else down. We all started to ignore her, and the fun continued.

At 1:30am the party started breaking up as parts of our group started to head for home. We decided it was also time for us to leave as well. We paid our tab (~$57) and hit the road. On the way home I got a sudden uncontrollable craving for White Castle.

A plan was suddenly put into play. We'll pick up whities, and eat them at the couples house. We had to drop them off any way, so what the hell. It sounds harmless.

We get to their house and pulled into their driveway. Suddenly out of nowhere from the back seat I hear the phrase, "We should go have sex in the same room". What!?! Surly this guy is drunk, and was just kidding around. I let it slide.

We go into their house. My girlfriend, and the other girl head upstairs for some reason, me and the other guy went downstairs to the TV room with the food. This guy likes to show off his toys so we started watching his high-def channels on his plasma TV. Yeah, that's cool. I have one too. I'm not that impressed.

I looked down to grab one of my burgers. I get it out of the box, take a bite, look back up, and what do I see on the TV but some muscle bound Latin dude giving it to a couple blond chicks with very large whoo-has. Now I'm not one to complain about seeing porn, but when I'm watching with another drunk guy I get a little worried. That, plus the comment that came from the back seat earlier, made me a little edgy.

I immediately start looking for my girlfriend. Where the hell is she? Was she being mis-handled by some leather bound freak they have caged up in their closet?

He goes on to say that he has this porn channel because his dad likes to watch it. They tried to cancel it, but his dad got pissed.

I finally hear my girlfriend coming down the steps with the other girl. Whew. Meanwhile the porn is still on the TV. My girlfriend sees the porn and gives me a look that translated to "what the hell is going on". I give her the same look back. She sits next to me and we start to communicate through looks and nudges. We silently decided we both needed to get the hell out of there, and quick. We both didn't like where this was headed.

"Oh crap, look at the time!" GONE.

After we leave I learn that my girlfriend was getting a tour of their porn collection. Apparently they have a collection that will rival most adult video stores. Crazy. Next time I'm not driving anybody to or from a bar.


At 3:43 PM, Blogger J. said...

Holy crap! I sure hope I don't know these friends. There is no way I would watch porn with another guy. Too icky. So I take it they have more porn than the other friend you have from back in the Kenrick days?

At 4:01 PM, Blogger Brian said...

No, you don't know them. I think they would give you a run for the money.


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