The one with the sexy pictures

Hello gentle reader and welcome. Welcome back to that warm cozy place we call (thanks to the brilliant LiLu) TMI Thursday. This one dear family involves sex just a bit. Not really the focus of the post and not really discussed so read on if you like.

Yes ever the junkie I crawl back on hands and knees and
Tap tap tap that vein.
Just one more hit baby.

*shakes box of drugs at you* Where did you learn to do this? Huh?

I wonder if I’ll cut that beginning part tomorrow morning before (or after?) posting. Who knows? I mean it is probably a bit insensitive and who knows how funny it actually is. On the one hand that commercial was too funny and easy to make fun of. Every now and again the wife and I bust out with “I learned it by watching you!” It is very fun. Then on the other hand that commercial is rather old and who knows how many of you actually know of it? Here:

AnyPSA contrary to the drivel above it wasn’t a night filled with drugs. The night was filled with drink after drink after drink. Ah the Grog Shop how I miss thee. It has been a long time since the three shillelaghs have made their way to that wonderful Mecca of booze and music. That really needs to change. Like soon.

Anywhiskey it was for a free show being held at the grog. Now this part was very hazy for obvious reasons. I’m looking at you Mr. Jack Daniels. Actually I know Jack is my best friend and only wants to help me have a good time. He loves me and I love him. So as the story goes (hazy as it is and helped along by the wife) we attended said show but pretty much never left our seats at the bar. Where we drank and as I stated before
drank some more.

Did I mention that mostly we sat at the bar and drank heavily? So after some hugging and laughing and stumbling outside all three of us (pelvic joann) parted ways. We all walked home of course—just another piece of the awesomeness that the Grog Shop is.

But you really don’t care about the before. Oh no dear gentle reader you want the juicy details that happened because of the drinky drinks and the stumbling home. After we made into our apartment things got interesting. It started out rather innocent just some usual drunk joking and more laughing. We were in separate rooms for a few minutes and then some sort of mind link occurred because next thing I know we were both in the same room and naked. I’d like to stress there was not talking about this it just happened that we both just took all our clothes off. We were all over each other and slowly made our way into the bedroom.

Now in there it started to get hot and heavy. Drunk sex can be quite fun. After a few minutes the wife unit (haha I said unit) said “you should get the camera”

I stopped what I was doing.


She confirmed that I had heard right and I ran off to get the camera. Yeah sexy sex pictures! Well not exactly because if you recall I told you we were really wasted. I mean really. Sure we had fun and the sex was good but the pictures not so much. We were somehow not too drunk to have really great sex but way too drunk to even take decent pictures.

There was falling off the bed (once trying to pose and the other trying to take a picture) and stumbling around. There was falling into walls and doors as we tried to take picture. For the most part the pictures consist of: An elbow. Lots of pictures of the camera strap. A few leg ones and some nice cheek shots (of course not of the butt variety)

All in all it was a pretty hilarious attempt. We swore to never tell anyone and then like 5 days later proceeded to tell Pelvic Joann and now all of you.

Smile and say cheese bitches!


4 Responses to The one with the sexy pictures

  1. i would like to do this tonight with someone.

  2. Mel says:

    Haha. I love drunk sex. Half the time you’re so retarded you can barely function and then wake in the morning trying to remember how it all began/progressed/ended. And why the hell are my pants by the front hallway? Or my top half of my outfit in the bathroom?

    I wonder sometimes how I don’t find articles of clothing in the elevator.

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