My women was over before, and we got trashed on a bottle of Jack. Later on, she wanted to do my thing, so to speak, and I couldn't even get it up. So we figured forget it, and we drank strawberry daquiries. I am still drinking. I never come down, that way there is no sadness. It's "one sweet world". i'm so happy, I don't think any living thing could make me sad.
The good thing about being too drunk to fuck, is being really fucking drunk. If you havent ever been too drunk to fuck, you havent poisoned yourself like us yet. When that happens, this is what you should do. Pass out on top of her so she cant go find some other less drunk guy to fuck. Sleep the buzz off, then youre good to go. Just make sure you wake up before the hangover kicks in.
Never try to reason or make sense of a drunk. He'll eventually run out of booze, come back in here irritated and we'll all get the pleasure of making fun of a man in his sexual peak years who can't even get it up for a blowjob. That in and of itself is sadder than sad. It's uber sad. But we'll still have a giggle making fun of him.
Excuses, excuses. If you really were too drunk to fuck you would have posted that you were too fuck to drunk.
If you can type that paragraph and make it at least a little bit coherent like you did, then you are not drunk enough not to fuck. If you can still type, you can still fuck.
