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My friends and I one time went through a phase where we'd always pee on people's doorhandles that we didn't like. It got old after doing it a few times though.
 
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I knew a girl that went to school at Iowa. We'd been seeing each other on and off for a few months. For her birthday, I bought her a new iPod, which was a decently expensive gift at the time. A week or two later, she told me it was stolen. That really ticked me off. If I ever catch the SOB that stole it...........





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I have never told anyone this...Back when I was in school, I let the catcher from the ISU women's softball team (who was ugly as ****) have her way with me because, well, I'd been on a really long dry spell, and we were both pretty wasted.

A CATCHER?!!? Gross, dude.
 
I had an apprentice once that had the hots for this chick that was a few years older than him. I sent him on a bogus mission and took that chick and had my way with her. She loved it. I think I may have even got her pregnant. Anyway, I went on as if nothing happened. She kept begging me to run away with her, but she wasn't all that great so I just ignored her.

I found out later that she convince my apprentice that she got knocked up by him. He then kind of went off the deep end and killed a bunch of people thinking they were going to hurt this chick. I found out what he did and kicked his ***. I left him for dead, but he lived through it with the help of an old pedophile.

His girl had my babies and had some complications with the pregnancy and died. He still thinks those are his kids. LOL!
 
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Alright, I'll try to help.After my sophomore year I transferred from CSU to Iowa. I moved back to be closer to a girl (my now wife) and she basically said she wanted to be with someone else. So I went into a downward spiral of bar binges and taking home anything and everything. The last one was when I knew I had to quit. We were upstairs at Jakes and it was bar close. Hadn't talked to this girl all night, and I still couldn't tell you her name or what she looked like - friends said she was a 6'er. Not surprising. We went back to her place and went to her room. Started fooling around. My pants were thrown to the floor in a drunken rage, I'm sure. Well about 5 minutes into it she says she needs to go to the bathroom. Fine. She comes back out, she gives another BJ...all is well. She hears a noise in the other room and tells me to hold on. She then precedes to leave me in her room. I wait....I wait some more...I can hear her talking to another girl but in a little bit that stops. I then wait more. Nothing. I get up, find my pants and luckily check for my wallet as it had slid under the bed. Go sit on her computer for a second - still nothing. I go out of the room and look around - nothing. I go back and sit down and grab my hat and stuff. At this point I'm pretty ******. As I'm sitting at her computer desk I look down and notice an Ipod just sitting there. I shove it in my pocket and book it out of there. Walked home in about 15 degree weather. Loaded up that Ipod, got rid of all the music and used it for 3 years straight. Always felt pretty bad about that. They were decently expensive at the time and she probably didn't deserve that. That kind of made me realize I need to stop drinking so much.
This was the setup for such a penthouse style finish! Was hoping you were gonna say you went out and took it to both women. Huge let down bro!
 
This was the setup for such a penthouse style finish! Was hoping you were gonna say you went out and took it to both women. Huge let down bro!

I was too drunk and not thinking clearly. I was just ****** I was not getting any. Had to make her pay. lol

But I agree, looking back, I should have at least made an effort.
 
Alright, I'll try to help.

After my sophomore year I transferred from CSU to Iowa. I moved back to be closer to a girl (my now wife) and she basically said she wanted to be with someone else. So I went into a downward spiral of bar binges and taking home anything and everything. The last one was when I knew I had to quit.

We were upstairs at Jakes and it was bar close. Hadn't talked to this girl all night, and I still couldn't tell you her name or what she looked like - friends said she was a 6'er. Not surprising. We went back to her place and went to her room. Started fooling around. My pants were thrown to the floor in a drunken rage, I'm sure. Well about 5 minutes into it she says she needs to go to the bathroom. Fine. She comes back out, she gives another BJ...all is well. She hears a noise in the other room and tells me to hold on. She then precedes to leave me in her room.

I wait....I wait some more...I can hear her talking to another girl but in a little bit that stops. I then wait more. Nothing. I get up, find my pants and luckily check for my wallet as it had slid under the bed. Go sit on her computer for a second - still nothing. I go out of the room and look around - nothing. I go back and sit down and grab my hat and stuff. At this point I'm pretty ******. As I'm sitting at her computer desk I look down and notice an Ipod just sitting there. I shove it in my pocket and book it out of there. Walked home in about 15 degree weather. Loaded up that Ipod, got rid of all the music and used it for 3 years straight.

Always felt pretty bad about that. They were decently expensive at the time and she probably didn't deserve that. That kind of made me realize I need to stop drinking so much.

That's not that bad, I have a similar story. When I was in college I took this chick home and it was hot and heavy with full on petting but none of the good stuff. She tells me we can't do it b/c all my roommates are home and they'll hear. She tells me that if I take her home she'll make it worth it. So I drive absolutely wasted to her place off of S Dakota from Campus town. We get there clothes are off she goes down on me and then stops when she hears one of her roommates comes home. She runs out and never comes back. Her roommate then comes in (I'm butt naked) and tells me I have to leave I talk to her roommate for 15 minutes pleading w/ her just to send the girl back in. She won't and tells me to leave before she calls the cops...I leave but not before I grab the girls car keys and ID from her pants. I threw them out some where along Mortensen on the way home.
 
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I was too drunk and not thinking clearly. I was just ****** I was not getting any. Had to make her pay. lol

But I agree, looking back, I should have at least made an effort.


Dude, remember that you were at Iowa at the time. The STD that chick would have given you would have lasted even longer than that IPod did. You made the right choice.
 
Last night the girl who lives under us had a major romp. She must work at a restaurant or something because she always comes home late. We woke up at 3:30 in the morning to the sound of moaning and the headboard hitting the wall. Our cat that sleeps on the bed with us started freaking out. We were up for like 45 minutes. I wanted to pound on the floor, but my wife wouldn't let me because she said it would be rude to ruin her orgasm. I can only imagine what the people thought who live below her! It just kept going and going.
 
That's not that bad, I have a similar story. When I was in college I took this chick home and it was hot and heavy with full on petting but none of the good stuff. She tells me we can't do it b/c all my roommates are home and they'll hear. She tells me that if I take her home she'll make it worth it. So I drive absolutely wasted to her place off of S Dakota from Campus town. We get there clothes are off she goes down on me and then stops when she hears one of her roommates comes home. She runs out and never comes back. Her roommate then comes in (I'm butt naked) and tells me I have to leave I talk to her roommate for 15 minutes pleading w/ her just to send the girl back in. She won't and tells me to leave before she calls the cops...I leave but not before I grab the girls car keys and ID from her pants. I threw them out some where along Mortensen on the way home.

Spur of the moment ideas are always the worst. I was sort of a clepto in college.
 
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That's not that bad, I have a similar story. When I was in college I took this chick home and it was hot and heavy with full on petting but none of the good stuff. She tells me we can't do it b/c all my roommates are home and they'll hear. She tells me that if I take her home she'll make it worth it. So I drive absolutely wasted to her place off of S Dakota from Campus town. We get there clothes are off she goes down on me and then stops when she hears one of her roommates comes home. She runs out and never comes back. Her roommate then comes in (I'm butt naked) and tells me I have to leave I talk to her roommate for 15 minutes pleading w/ her just to send the girl back in. She won't and tells me to leave before she calls the cops...I leave but not before I grab the girls car keys and ID from her pants. I threw them out some where along Mortensen on the way home.

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Alright, I'll try to help.

After my sophomore year I transferred from CSU to Iowa. I moved back to be closer to a girl (my now wife) and she basically said she wanted to be with someone else. So I went into a downward spiral of bar binges and taking home anything and everything. The last one was when I knew I had to quit.

We were upstairs at Jakes and it was bar close. Hadn't talked to this girl all night, and I still couldn't tell you her name or what she looked like - friends said she was a 6'er. Not surprising. We went back to her place and went to her room. Started fooling around. My pants were thrown to the floor in a drunken rage, I'm sure. Well about 5 minutes into it she says she needs to go to the bathroom. Fine. She comes back out, she gives another BJ...all is well. She hears a noise in the other room and tells me to hold on. She then precedes to leave me in her room.

I wait....I wait some more...I can hear her talking to another girl but in a little bit that stops. I then wait more. Nothing. I get up, find my pants and luckily check for my wallet as it had slid under the bed. Go sit on her computer for a second - still nothing. I go out of the room and look around - nothing. I go back and sit down and grab my hat and stuff. At this point I'm pretty ******. As I'm sitting at her computer desk I look down and notice an Ipod just sitting there. I shove it in my pocket and book it out of there. Walked home in about 15 degree weather. Loaded up that Ipod, got rid of all the music and used it for 3 years straight.

Always felt pretty bad about that. They were decently expensive at the time and she probably didn't deserve that. That kind of made me realize I need to stop drinking so much.

For some reason, I thought you were going to say something like her boyfriend was in the other room and she was taking care of him while you were stuck in her bedroom.
 
When I was at CSU we had a Pita Pit directly across from where I lived. There were about 10 of that went over there to get some food after the bars. For some stupid reason, I decided it would be funny to steal the key from the register. They were not happy about that, and wouldn't let any of us leave until they got it back. Luckily, one of the guys with us had his brother in town and he is a cop in Steamboat. He talked to the manager and assured him it wasn't us. They let us leave. They had to close down about 3 hours early. I'm sure that cost them a pretty penny. Stupid idea.
 
Last night the girl who lives under us had a major romp. She must work at a restaurant or something because she always comes home late. We woke up at 3:30 in the morning to the sound of moaning and the headboard hitting the wall. Our cat that sleeps on the bed with us started freaking out. We were up for like 45 minutes. I wanted to pound on the floor, but my wife wouldn't let me because she said it would be rude to ruin her orgasm. I can only imagine what the people thought who live below her! It just kept going and going.

That is when you turn to your wife and ask if she can go any louder. Sounds like the perfect excuse to me.
 
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