Saturday I went after work to a going away party, as it was technically my last day of the booze-a-palooza known as my holidays I thought I would go hard, and hard I did.
I apparently made out with someone at Vegas, someone with a girlfriend, but all I can remember is playing with somebodies ear (confession: I have a thing for boys ears) oh well if I can't remember it, it does not exist... right?
It's very funny for the sheer fact that I never get drunk and pash random guys in bars, I'm the sort of person who gets drunk and then makes fun of those people who make out in bars (I am often heard yelling at couples dry humping on pub couches "Get a fucking room or at least go into a toilet cubicle") it's pretty bloody tacky in my opinion (I'm not a public display of tongue related affection kind of girl), but now I'm one of those losers.
I'm not saying I haven't made out with people in public, but I was on pills at the time (so was he) and I would of made out with a telegraph pole (so would he) if given the chance that night.
Lets hope this was a one off show... How do you pub sluts do it?
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Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. I count myself as a part of the Pub Slut community, albeit not so much recently. Although apparently I cuddled some boy twice... and the absolute only memory I have of him is putting my number in his phone. Apparently you talked to him too though! I love how whenever I discuss Saturday night, my speech is riddled with apparently's.
God I love Vegas.
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