Last night I went out with my straight buddies, one of whom declared his "powerful" hunger for beer at the start of the night. He brought over a 12er and a 6er of beer. As if that wasn't enough he also purchased a large flask of Jack Daniels. He was not fucking around, haha. Since it was Friday Night and I had a loooong week, I felt like joining him in his alcohol fiesta, and did.
We drank for about an hour and watched Reservoir Dogs, then went to another friends place, and finally ended up at a pool hall were we continued drinking (and where I kicked both of their heterosexual asses - pussies can't shoot to save their life, haha). Eventually we completed the circle and went back to my place, where we drank even more.
At this point the 3 of us were hammered, and when I get really drunk I tend to get sleepy. Predictably, I fell asleep on the couch watching television. At some during the night I woke up and undressed and crashed in my bed. This morning I woke up, a little hungover but nothing too major.
While cleaning up after my drunk friends I notice the message indicator on my phone. I flip it open to check the message...which was a picture of myself, sleeping...with a fucking Hitler moustache on my face. I run to the bathroom, and the reflection in the mirror was a copy of the image on my phone.
Boy, was I pissed! Then, about 5 minutes later I thought it was really funny, if not impossibly immature. I mean, they really didn't have to use a Sharpie marker, but with some soap and hot water it came off, which is good since it would have looked odd going to the dentist today with looking like a Fascist dictator.
They messed with the wrong homo...I'm not yet sure what retaliatory action will be taken, but if someone ends up with laxative in their beer, hey, it's not my fault. If they can be childish, I can be too. This means WAR!
We drank for about an hour and watched Reservoir Dogs, then went to another friends place, and finally ended up at a pool hall were we continued drinking (and where I kicked both of their heterosexual asses - pussies can't shoot to save their life, haha). Eventually we completed the circle and went back to my place, where we drank even more.
At this point the 3 of us were hammered, and when I get really drunk I tend to get sleepy. Predictably, I fell asleep on the couch watching television. At some during the night I woke up and undressed and crashed in my bed. This morning I woke up, a little hungover but nothing too major.
While cleaning up after my drunk friends I notice the message indicator on my phone. I flip it open to check the message...which was a picture of myself, sleeping...with a fucking Hitler moustache on my face. I run to the bathroom, and the reflection in the mirror was a copy of the image on my phone.
Boy, was I pissed! Then, about 5 minutes later I thought it was really funny, if not impossibly immature. I mean, they really didn't have to use a Sharpie marker, but with some soap and hot water it came off, which is good since it would have looked odd going to the dentist today with looking like a Fascist dictator.
They messed with the wrong homo...I'm not yet sure what retaliatory action will be taken, but if someone ends up with laxative in their beer, hey, it's not my fault. If they can be childish, I can be too. This means WAR!
9 comments:
The best part about the whole thing is you didn't know it was on your face until you saw an eight hour old picture on your phone. Sounds like a hell of a night.
-C
Classic! I love it. And that's why I love regular guys—gay or straight. They're fun, mischievous, and have great senses of humor. Can't wait to hear about your revenge!
"Vengeance is what I am. Vengeance is what I do." —Emma Caulfield as Anya on "Buffy the Vampire Slayer." <--Yes, I'm a nerd. :)
I say stick to the originals if you try to get back at them, but escalation is definitely in order. If you try any elaborate plot you're likely to get found out.
The picture of the good ol' cock'n'ball hat is great, especially for straight guys. Even though they're straight, they pass out drunk, get a picture taken of some other guy's balls on their head, and they love the comradere. Go figure.
I'd say shy away from the laxative. That's almost as bad as what we do too each other at work (OC sprayed on the door handles or in th events of the car).
HAHAHAHA.
May your revenge be swift and sweet ;o)
I sense war ahead.
I think I can guess who did it, too!
HAHA!
Big smeil! Big smeil!
-roomie
BWAHAHAHA
May I suggest the always classic, drawing penises or boobs on their drunken faces. I can tell you from personal experience there is nothing more juvenile yet hilarious.
Good luck in your revenge.
Hilarious! I will be no help in your quest for revenge because I am a bit Old Testament.
Slap me on my left cheek, I'll show you my right. Why? This is just a cycle of hilarious retaliations to come. Its war, alright.
nice. reminds me of my fraternity days... we "sharpied" (is that a verb?) all over this poor guy when he was passed out. he was in his tighty-whities (would be hot if he was, but he wasn't) -- and we colored all over the guy. i think my favorite was a penis shooting 'cum' towards his ass that was drawn on his leg. :-)
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