A guy I worked with was always talking about the pets he had, mostly reptiles and a tarantula. I thought that was cool. He invited me over to see it. Offered me a drink. It tasted like vodka and grape Kool aid but with a weird aftertaste I drank some of it to be polite but it was nasty. Glad I didn't drink the whole thing. Normal evening. Saw the tarantula. Definitely cool. We are sitting on the couch just talking. Then I was gone. I woke up with him on me and told him to get off. His room mate came home about that time and walked in and said to him "You're disgusting" and walked out. I needed to puke. Got him off me. Made it to the bathroom. Discovered my pants undone. Barfed my guts out. Left. Puked again in my front yard and had the worst "hangover" of my life.
The next time I saw him at work he grabbed my arm and threatened me not to tell anyone what he did. I think I got a vodka, codeine cough syrup, koolaid blend.
Pricks like you make the feminists seem to have valid points.
A bunch of guys are going to get on NES and wonder Just when in the hell Dr. Phil took over the fun gun forum!!!
Sorry I felt like I had to defend that with more details.