Meme’s And Tags Are For Suckers, I Guess I Can Suck It

5 Jan

The tagging and meme’s are to blogs as chain letters are to email.  Take that analogy, SAT professor.

Usually when someone decides that I’m worthy of a tag and/or meme, I pretend like I didn’t notice it or that I’m too busy and important to bother carrying on the tradition.  Recently, however, Acorn King tagged me and the concept is a good one.  The tag has evolved as each blogger has decided to give it their own spin.  When Father Muskrat had it, he changed it to 7 random acts by 7 random whores.  Acorn King decided that he’d change it to 3 embarrassing sex stories involving his friends.  Oh, and I decided to change the tag all over again.  Now it’s 3 stories that involve my exes making jack asses of themselves.

I’ve dragged my feet at getting the post up, but mainly because I was trying to come up with good stories to share.  You’re in luck, kids, I finally have the stories!!

Sleeping In The Wet Spot

My college boyfriend, Smalltown Boy, is now a professor at our alma mater.  I’m sure he would be more than delighted to know that I am sharing this story with you and the rest of the free world.  One night in the fall semester of our Senior year, Smalltown Boy and his roommates decided to throw a huge party-which they pretty much did every single weekend.  On this particular night, Smalltown Boy got butt wasted.  So wasted that I had to take him up to bed early.  After some unsuccessful attempts at groping me, Smalltown Boy passed out with his hand down my pants.  I quietly cursed him, removed his hands from Vageena Davis, and rolled over to my side of the bed and fell asleep.

A few hours later, Smalltown Boy woke me from a dead sleep by crawling on top of me.  I thought that he was trying to start things up again, and promptly told him to get off of me and let me sleep.  “I want to sleep on your side of the bed.  I need the window,” he told me.  “Bastard is going to get sick,” I thought, so I let him roll over me to get to the window.  As I made my way to his side, I suddenly felt it: a giant wet spot.  “Did we secretly have sex in the middle of the night and I just don’t remember?” I asked myself.  Nope, the wet spot was way too big for that.

I think you know where this is going.  That’s right, he peed in the bed and he wanted me to sleep in it.  Look, I’ve heard about sleeping in the wet spot before, but there’s no f’ing way that I was going to sleep in someone’s pee.  I got up, got dressed, andwalked home (thankfully, we lived on the same street about 3 houses apart).  The next day when he came to find me he looked awfully sheepish.  He pretended not to remember anything that had happened the night before.  Nice play, but I didn’t believe it for a second.

How to Make a Peen Turn Blue

In the two-some years that Un-boyfriend and I dated, we only went away on vacation one time.  One miserable time.  We took a week long trip to the beach.  I was so excited!!  In preparation for our trip, I went out and bought all sorts of accessories: gold circle coin condoms, flavored ones (not that I was going to stick them in my mouth), ribbed ones, and green ones.  As far as I was concerned, we were going to be spending the bulk of our time knocking boots.  Unfortunately, he seemed to have other plans…

The second we got to the hotel room, I started getting undressed, and he turned on the TV.  He completely ignored me for 2 hours because the NBA playoffs were on and he’s totally gay for the NBA.  No, really.   After 15 minutes of trying to “talk him” into turning off the TV, I ended up throwing a fit and then reading my book.

Blah, blah, boring details, it was finally time to hit it.  I chose the green condom for our first romp of the trip.  About 18 seconds into it (literally), he started saying, “Ouch, this hurts!”  Puzzled, I told him to shut up and keep going.  “NO!!  This really hurts!!  It feels like it’s ripping off my skin!!”  He climbed off the bed and went running into the bathroom with the green (glow in the dark) condom on his upstanding citizen.  We both cried: him like a baby and me from the hysterics I was in.

“It won’t come off!  I can’t get it off!  What did you give to me??”  I fell off the bed laughing.  “I’m losing sensation!  I think I might have to go to the hospital!”  More weeping from me as I got off the floor to try to help him.  He was buck naked in the bathroom, hunched over his Oscar Mayer weiner, trying to pull the condom from the tip.   The second I saw him standing in the bathroom trying to take the thing off, I lost it all over again.    “It’s not funny!  It’s turning blue!”  I swear I have never wept like that before.

Remember the Time We…

Mr. Big X and I loved going to New Orleans together.  The first time we went was about 6 months into the relationship: it was our Valentine’s gift to one another.  Bliss.  It was bliss.   Months later we broke up.  A year later, we got back together.  We were living in different cities at the time, and decided it would be romantic to meet up in New Orleans to rekindle the romance.  We booked the same hotel, and met at the airport.

The 2nd trip was just as great as the 1st one.  The hotel was beautiful, the food was delicious-as was the sex.  We spent the days walking around the French Quarter, and the evenings locked in our hotel room.  On our 4th night there, after a toss in the hay, we were laying in bed.    I was sure that I was laying in the arms that I would one day marry, and remember thinking that life couldn’t get any better than this.  “This reminds me so much of the last time we were here,” he said to me.  I asked him to expand.

Mr. Big X: Don’t you remember?  It was that night that we went to [insert restaurant night here].
Me: What restaurant?  I don’t remember that.
Mr. Big X: How can you not remember!!  We had that bottle of wine and that really funny waiter!
Me: Nope, no recollection.
Mr. Big X: The day we went to the aquarium?
Me: Um…no.
Mr. Big X: Come on!  You loved that place.  You had that martini with the candy in it.
Me: I’ve never had a martini with a candy in it.
Mr. Big X: Of course you have!
Me: No.  I have not.  I would remember if I had had one of those.  I think you’re confusing me with someone else.
Mr. Big X: NO!!  It was you!
Me: No, it was not.  Oh, and I hate to tell you, but I’ve never been to the aquarium here.
Mr. Big X: Are you sure?
Me: Yeah, I think I’d remember spending the day with a bunch of fish and then having some candy martini.
Mr. Big X:  I thought it was you…

For about an hour he tried to convince me that I was totally wrong.  Until it all came spilling out.  Such a gentlemen.  Mr. Big X had confused me with his last girlfriend.  Who he had just happened to also take to New Orleans.  And stayed with in the very same room.  Man, was it fun trying to see him dig himself out of that hole.  Such a wonder that it didn’t turn out…

As I mentioned at the beginning of this post, I’m not one for tagging, but I’m dying to know what Pistols would have to share with the world.  Do with this as you will.  Write about 7 whores a whoring, 3 embarrassing sex stories involving your friends, or 3 stories in which you illustrate how your exes were jack asses.  Or do something different.  Get all Nike up on it (ie: just do it).

Pistols, don’t say I never gave you anything.

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17 Responses to “Meme’s And Tags Are For Suckers, I Guess I Can Suck It”

  1. Del-v January 5, 2009 at 4:23 pm #

    For as much as I drink I have never pissed my bed. So I have that going for me.

    Umm… Not much else.

    The last time I peed in the bed I was 6 years old. And I wasn’t drunk. -CS

  2. Catherinette January 5, 2009 at 4:27 pm #

    You should totally put that in an online dating profile, if you haven’t already. -CS

  3. Some Guy January 5, 2009 at 4:32 pm #

    I believe the Beatles song “Golden Slumbers” was about exactly what you described in story #1.

    I believe you are correct. You know, I don’t think I ever told anyone that story before. I’m so glad I shared it now. 🙂 -CS

  4. father muskrat January 5, 2009 at 4:35 pm #

    Thanks for spreading the love. Or lack thereof.

    Consider it a belated Christmas gift from me to you. -CS

  5. Mike January 5, 2009 at 4:40 pm #

    LMAO. Thanks for sharing.

    At least something good came out of the stories. 🙂 -CS

  6. Acorn King January 5, 2009 at 5:02 pm #

    Did that one dude have the condom on inside out? Ribbed, for his pleasure.

    And thankfully I have never pissed in any bed in my life. I did however pee in a bird bath once. Those damn birds had it coming.

    He was just a jack ass. The condom wasn’t lubricated (I was young and didn’t know things), and it was too small. The only good thing I can say about his package is that it’s quite substantial. Sadly, he can’t quite control it. Well, maybe he can now, I haven’t slept with him for years and he couldn’t go more than 7 or so minutes. Sad.

    What on earth did the birds do to you? -CS

  7. evenrant January 5, 2009 at 6:06 pm #

    That will teach a man to bring his own condoms. Also, who gets so wasted that they pass out before sex?

    And this is why I call them jack asses. -CS

  8. kristina January 5, 2009 at 6:16 pm #

    “I Guess I Can Suck It” – TWSS

    Your stories prove once again there is some sort of cosmic forces drawing the weirdos to you – good luck with that!

    Hey, at least they make for some good stories. -CS

  9. David January 5, 2009 at 6:55 pm #

    Funny post – I wish my life had provided me with experiences that could in some small way compare but thanks mucho for sharing.

    >>trying to pull the condom from the tip.

    duh – doesn’t every guy know that you can only pull it off from the tip when you have lost at least part of the erection and otherwise, you roll it up and off??? Geez Louise already.

    Thanks for a fun post and Cheers!!

    I don’t know what the hell to tell you other than he was a jack ass. He was convinced that the condom was going to stick on him forever. He just needed to calm down and let his upstanding citizen relax and everything would have been fine. Instead he pitched a fit and we now have this beautiful story to share. 🙂 -CS

  10. Babs January 5, 2009 at 8:01 pm #

    bahahahahaha! the last story was my favorite. I’m stealing this.

    And every word is true… -CS

  11. The Alleged Ringleader January 5, 2009 at 8:44 pm #

    Loving these! I can’t believe the wet spot one though, good gawd as if you wouldn’t notice!

    I was so f’ing grossed out. I swear that I’ve NEVER had anything like that happen since. -CS

  12. SinCity January 5, 2009 at 9:52 pm #

    Hi. I’m half-crocked on nyquil. So um… what’s the deal with the green condom? Why was it burning? Was it just too small?
    Help me. I’m blonde, sick and doped up on cold meds and all I have to eat for dinner are gingersnaps so apparently I’m malnourished, too.

    K, luv ya buhbye…

    It was too small for him. He needed the big boy condoms but I didn’t know (then again, neither did he) so I just bought regular sized ones and it was squeezing him too tight. I guess.

    Hope you came down off your Nyquil high! -CS

  13. Wynn January 5, 2009 at 10:45 pm #

    Maybe it was a cryptonite condom and she dated Superman!! :O That would have been -awesome-!

    My secret is out!! -CS

  14. Maggie Garcia January 5, 2009 at 11:40 pm #

    I don’t fucking understand this. I mean, all the boring internet stuff. I totally understand the salacious peen stuff.

    What boring internet stuff? -CS

  15. Dating Tips January 6, 2009 at 6:02 am #

    LOL at the wet part.

    awesome post, it made me laugh

    Chris

  16. pistols at dawn January 8, 2009 at 6:01 pm #

    As already mentioned, this will take me forever, but I’ll do it…sometime in 2011.

    No worries. It took me forever too. TWSS. -CS

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