Stories?
December 14, 1979.
My life hasn’t been the same since.
There was this woman . . . lots of alcohol . . . all these people standing around watching us, cheering us on.
I was only 20 at the time.
And then the pictures . . . .
What a Friday night!
WTF… that’s the day I was born. …Daddy?
Seems unlikely.
I had a bitch rip up all my clothes with scissors after I came home drunk one night whoring
This one time in HS me and my football teammates decided to hit a strip club on the outskirts of town the night before a game. We were all looking to blow off some steam because our coach was such a hard ass. Well the night just got crazy. Alcohol flowing everywhere even though none of us produced an ID. We were kind of a big deal in town and got away with a lot. The strippers loved us and hung all over us all night. The best part was when our center got up on stage to strut his stuff. When we left the sun was rising. Needless to say we got our asses handed to us that night. By the end of the game we all needed IVs from dehydration. Our coach chewed us out something fierce after the game. But it was worth it and I solidified myself as the team leader that night.
I attended Peking University through a Columbia University program in college one summer. I was supposed to be taking intermediate mandarin classes but did poorly on the entrance exam so I had to re-do beginner Chinese in Beijing.
I wasn’t happy and classes were pretty easy so ended up going to the club a lot and slaughtering countless Green tea + Chivas. One night after hitting the clubs pretty hard with some friends, I must have blacked out or something because I woke up on the lawn in front of the library at Peking University. As I woke up, I realized I was on a lawn but not only that but there was a circle of Chinese people around me wondering if some white guy was dead on the lawn in front of the library of the most prestigious university in China. I got up, dusted myself off, broke through the circle of Asians around me, walked across the street out of the east gate and took a shower and went to class.
I was literally 100 yards from the apartment. Still not sure why I decided to go to sleep on the grass.
This one time… It was a saturday night… I was doing my usual, reading a good romance novel at home, got the cat, wearing the robe and the fluffy footers… and then… I went crazy… made a cup of tea… put not 1… not 2… but 3 cubes of sugar in.
I know… wild child.
I just can’t read your posts now without thinking fo Dwight Shrute
You know it’s t+270 settlement date right?
she’s prolly ultra religious. considers the zygote a human being.
I believe that she wrote “born”, not “conceived”.
Sheesh!
This one time, at band camp
Went to sleep at 11pm, woke up 8am and none woke me up during night
Yo csk, you make money on your SPY yet? You can send tanks to me, ohai. I accept bitcoin.
Wooooah slow down there buddy
September 1991., Air Raid siren and me stoned. I left out in park. Unforgettable.
This.
But it doesn’t happen anymore. I have to wake up at least once to pee, no matter how little I have had to drink before bed.
@all the old farts - does it get any better? Does it stop at once per night? Or does it just keep getting worse?
It’s about once a night for me too. Sadly, I hear the situation generally doesn’t improve. 
Im not the expert, but doesn’t having no-visit nights when crying alleviate the response of cries in the night?