I know you faggots are going to REEE at me for this but I really need to get it off of my chest. It's basically the story of why wizchan is right and sex is just a terrible, awful idea.
To my old wizardly bretheren - how desperately I wish I could return to you.
>twenty-first birthday, intend to spend it alone as usual
>have this douchenozzle coworker who announces it to the whole world
>everyone browbeating me into going to some bar with them
>"gotta get shitfaced bro, it's your twenty-first birthday!"
>all saying some variation of this bullshit
>mostly only end up going because felt pressured
>everyone handing me drinks and expecting me to drink them like some sort of fucking ritual
>nine drinks later, my beta is drowned out by the stench of alcohol
>I spot a qt
>go up to her
>grunt out something I don't remember in drunken normiespeak
>evidently she's as shitfaced as I am, because she seems receptive
>right, you all know what happens to ugly guys who sex drunk girls
>sneak out of the bar with her, head to my shitty apartment
>at apartment
>"looks like I'm finally gonna do it after all" ~ t. alcohol
>she takes off her blouse
>off comes the bra
>just comes after my belt buckle next
>everything is spinning
>woman is actually sucking my cock
>she's really going at it
>dick goes limp
>I'm fucking aghast
>dick-sucking stops, gril just looks at me all disappointed
>woman just starts laughing and laughing
>terribly disappointed, but she notices and tells me why she's laughing
>"Check the first letter of every line"