This one time I was bar hopping with a flatmate, and after a few clubs and a few drinks we end up at The Monkey Bar: this kinda cool but kinda expensive - so better be ****ing full with incredibly fine girls that I could **** - kinda club.
Anyway… my mates misses shows up so they **** off somewhere else and I pick this chick Jana up, and we dance and do our thing… then we go back to her flat and do that thing, then… we go to sleep; but this is where it gets ****ed up: coz the next thing I know I’m being woken in the night buy this wanker who ****ing yanks me outa the blankets, naked onto the ****ing floor yelling “get the **** out!”
And I’m shitting myself… I’m drunk as a mother ****er… its dark and I cant see shit… scrambling around for at least my jeans… while this prick’s trying to push me out the damn door.
Anyway I found my jeans and couldn’t be ****ed finding my shirt. The walk-of-shame home was a cold one… but you know me I cant complain; I got a root out of it.
Lesson: after tapping that ass you best get your ass out fast or your ass is grass. (I’m a lover not a fighter)