arty::smoker2::hump:Pole-Smoking Scam
<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=5 width=200 align=right border=0><TBODY><TR><TD>Being a dark bar, Stewart didn't even realize what was up till he had it in his mouth. </TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>This story comes from the same guys that brought you Cuni-vomitus.
Anyway, one Friday we were all sitting around wondering how to get drunk on just 5 dollars. Inspired by a joke, John got an idea. He said to us: "Follow me; I will explain on the way." We piled into his van and headed to a 7-11. He went in alone and came out 5 minutes later with a pack of foot-long hot dogs.
When we asked him what was with the hotdogs, he explained his plan. What we were going to do was order expensive drinks, like a triple of rum or something. Then, Ryan and I would say we were going to get some air and then leave the bar. John (with the hot dog in his pants) would unzip his pants, hold the hotdog out and Stewart was going to just start hovering around the hotdog (feigning frankfurter felatio). The bartender should get pissed and kick them out-not worrying about making anyone pay. We were amazed that John actually believed it would work, but when in college, you experiment, right?
So we went down to the strip and hit bar number one. We all ordered a triple Jack shot and swallowed it down. Ryan and I did like we were supposed to and went to "get some air." Once outside, we piled into the van. John and Stewart then did their part and, surprisingly, it worked perfectly. They came running out to the van after the bartender called then "a bunch of faggots" and kicked them out.
We played out the same scenario for like 8 bars. We were all messed up to beat the band. We decided to ditch the van since John couldn't drive any longer. And we hit 2 more bars, perfection.
On the last bar of the evening, we were all bombed. We looked to get our last free drinks of the evening; only this time there was a problem. After running from the last bar, John lost the hotdog from his pants. But he didn't realize it till we had downed the shot. So, in his messed up state, he thought it would be funny if he took out his real schlong and let Stewart slap it around. Being a dark bar, Stewart didn't even realize what was up till he had it in his mouth. Upon realization, he puked all over John, the bar and all the way outside to meet up with us.
I guess, technically, it still worked, but we cannot help bringing up the fact that Stewart actually had John's dong in his mouth.
<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=5 width=200 align=right border=0><TBODY><TR><TD>Being a dark bar, Stewart didn't even realize what was up till he had it in his mouth. </TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>This story comes from the same guys that brought you Cuni-vomitus.
Anyway, one Friday we were all sitting around wondering how to get drunk on just 5 dollars. Inspired by a joke, John got an idea. He said to us: "Follow me; I will explain on the way." We piled into his van and headed to a 7-11. He went in alone and came out 5 minutes later with a pack of foot-long hot dogs.
When we asked him what was with the hotdogs, he explained his plan. What we were going to do was order expensive drinks, like a triple of rum or something. Then, Ryan and I would say we were going to get some air and then leave the bar. John (with the hot dog in his pants) would unzip his pants, hold the hotdog out and Stewart was going to just start hovering around the hotdog (feigning frankfurter felatio). The bartender should get pissed and kick them out-not worrying about making anyone pay. We were amazed that John actually believed it would work, but when in college, you experiment, right?
So we went down to the strip and hit bar number one. We all ordered a triple Jack shot and swallowed it down. Ryan and I did like we were supposed to and went to "get some air." Once outside, we piled into the van. John and Stewart then did their part and, surprisingly, it worked perfectly. They came running out to the van after the bartender called then "a bunch of faggots" and kicked them out.
We played out the same scenario for like 8 bars. We were all messed up to beat the band. We decided to ditch the van since John couldn't drive any longer. And we hit 2 more bars, perfection.
On the last bar of the evening, we were all bombed. We looked to get our last free drinks of the evening; only this time there was a problem. After running from the last bar, John lost the hotdog from his pants. But he didn't realize it till we had downed the shot. So, in his messed up state, he thought it would be funny if he took out his real schlong and let Stewart slap it around. Being a dark bar, Stewart didn't even realize what was up till he had it in his mouth. Upon realization, he puked all over John, the bar and all the way outside to meet up with us.
I guess, technically, it still worked, but we cannot help bringing up the fact that Stewart actually had John's dong in his mouth.
