Drunk As A Skunk の小説・ストーリー

up at the frathouse after I nearly died and we made our way to his room we start kissing and I swear the smell is terrible, I just can't its horrific so I asked him if he could switch on the lights, so that I could have a clear view of what I am dealing with. But by the time je switches on the lights, I know why it smells like death. The whole place is full of dirty underwear and pizza boxes, I swear something died. The one pile of dirty underwear had streaks in them and I wondered if his momma ever told him how to wipe." Now we are all dying of laughter, the way she states everything just made us laugh so hard."So he takes of his shirt and I think, yeah I could work with this,this ain't so

Angel twerks on the guy as the heavy scent of alcohol fills my senses. You know how you associate a scent with a time you almost died? Usually people can relate to each other because almost everyone has a time they drank so much they felt like they were dying the next day. Or maybe even had to get their stomach pumped. And from then on, they couldn’t bring themselves to drink that same drink again because it made them feel disgusted.

7 I hit a bar near Columbus Park on my way home from the Dancing Crane. Not my usual, not my favorite. I’m one of three white guys in the place and the other two are already sloppy drunk. One of these clowns—short and sinewy with a tattoo of a four leaf clover poking out the sleeve of his white tee and a drooping eyelid that looks more like a birth defect than a sign of drunkenness—weaves into me on his way to the bathroom and nearly knocks me off my stool, sloshing whiskey and ice out of my glass before it can touch my lips for the first sip.

ium and Dante shoved the morphed face of the body he just held and swore was his mates. The terrified woman kicked up a cloud of dirt as she skirted away from him as quickly as she could, and Dante only let his shoulders droop forward. The desperate and emotionally exhausted man drug the now warm scotch to his face and tore the corks out with his teeth, not caring when he split his lip and blood mixed with the thick honey colored liquor as he threw his head back to gulp it down, causing the two substances to merge into one as it dribbled down his front and dropped into the earth in front of him. Dante did not stop until he tasted nothing but air, and as he worked to open the second bottle, h

Salt Lake City, Utah The Highway Hellions MC Clubhouse Hal ‘Crusher’ Alcott threw the tiny skirt at the drunk blonde that he’d just brutally fucked. “Jesus fuck, bitch,” he snarled. “Can you move any fucking slower? I said, get out of here. You’ve been useful in the only way that counts with your skank cunt, and I want your ass out of this room now.”