Disclaimer: All names are fictional.

Amy was going away on a business trip one weekend, so Pam and I house watched Amy's house over the weekend.

Amy's house is a fun house to be at and that is where Pam and I decided to have a private party between just the two of us. We got high. When we get high we talk up a storm. Every so often Pam would stop the conversation and ask me what was it that we were talking about. Sometimes I know, sometimes I make up shit, sometimes I don't know. Pam believes me sometimes, sometimes she doesn't believe me. We are high.

We were both naked and decided to go into Amy's bedroom to have sex. What happened was that I woke up in a closet with Pam next to me. The light in the closet was on and there was blood everywhere, on the walls, even near the ceiling, on Amy's clothes, on Pam and me. I pushed on Pam's shoulder to wake her up. She crapped at the site of all the blood just as I did.

The blood came from Pam's period. We concluded we had sex while she was having her period as that would explain how the blood got splattered everywhere. But to this day neither of us can remember how in the hell we ended up in the closet and neither of us can remember having sex even though we know we had to have sex as that is the only thing that would explain the blood being everywhere.

We were fucking high.

 

A valuable lesson to us all...kids, don't try this at home!

 

Amen to that Chunky. You might want to curb your subtance intake cause you might have personified the term substance abuse. By the way, how did you explain the blood when Amy got back.

 

A.....Monkeybutt....what were you on and where can I get some? Just wondering.

 

Explaining the blood wasn't the hard part. I simply said Pam and I had sex while she was having her period. The hard part was explaining how it came about that Pam and I had sex in the closet.

The reason the closet part was hard to explain was because Amy is zero tolerance when it comes to drugs in her home.

You probably won't believe this but it was pot. I don't like drinking, I'm not a drinker and neither is Pam. Also we don't do anything harder than pot.

Kids don't listen to uncle chunky; do it at home unless you want a friend to give you the cold shoulder for a month.

 

So she was fine with the blood on the walls? Just thought Eh, Menstural blood ?

 

That would be a bitch to clean up, especially off of the clothes!!
I would much rather be able to remember having sex, and not be on anything.

 

Who is the she that you are talking about? Amy? Pam? I never said it was fine with anyone.

The one thing I remember is Pam saying that Amy's clothes are ruined. I took Pams word for it. Another thing is that I'm not a very bright boy. I'm not sure what I did but I tried to clean the blood off the wall with something and it got the blood off as well as some of the paint. It was pretty fucked up; that's why I ended up having to face Amy.

 

What did Amy say about the clothes?? I'm afraid I would have had to murder you...lol Not really, but I'm sure I wouldn't have been a happy camper!!!

 

What Amy said was pay up. She is all business. She's the type of person where you can move a salt shaker one inch over from where it was she'll notice.

What Pam and I did was stupid. I know I made a crack at chunky but do listen to him when he said don't do it.

The great thing I like about Amy is that she doesn't hold a grudge. What I mean by that is that when a month goes by she'll be a friend and won't even remember what she was pissed off at you about. She's cool and you can carry on with her as if the two of you just met and you both enjoy each others company tremendously.

Also I would like to mention in case anyone wonders if Amy would have been happy with just having the clothes cleaned the answer is no she will not be happy. She will not want to wear anything with someone elses blood on it even if you took the clothes to a professional cleaner. I think just about every woman is that way.

 

How does someone get that fucked up on weed? I get high sometimes and I never end up somewhere and not know how the fuck I ended up there. Blackouts, sex on period, wake up in closet... dude, that's not pot... that's PCP.

 

It sounds as if your friend Amy is very cool...you don't find friends like that everyday...They always forgive you....What a girl!!!!

 

yea i smoke pot alot (5-6 times a day)..and usually reemmber almost everythin i had done the night before

 

PCP. Been there done that and don't ever want to do it again. In fact I once offered to kill the next person that put it on my weed.

Now Pericles, are you the one that came up with that shit about doing arithmatic with letters. 'Cause if you are I've been looking for your ass too.:twisted:

 

Nah, that was my cousin Pythagoreas. I invented the mobile souvlaki cart.

 

Tell your cousin he's in for an oilfield asskicking if I get my hands on him. Fuck! numbers were bad enough.:twisted:

 

I smoke my share of bud and i haven't ever forgotten a whole night. What he said about her asking "what are we talkin about?" That happens all the time and the next day i won't be able to remember exactly what was asid, but i can remember things i did. The worst is when you start a long sentence and towards the end of the sentence you forgot what you said at the begining and then you lose focus for a half second and then forget the rest to.

Now if they were drunk, i would be able to relate to that. My birthday was the other day and on saturday morning i woke and was like wait where am i? I forget shit quick.

 

Timduncan I'm in complete agreement and just wanted to say.......a......well.......oh fuck it I forgot.