My Buddy

I’d like to introduce you to someone I have referred to a few times here and there: my buddy.

This is pretty much how we act all the time…

Opposite sides of the fence we are on. As he put it: “He talks about cock and I go ‘Ewwwww’. I talk about pussy and he goes ‘Ewwwww’.”

Tragic, isn’t it? … he he he.

On Monday, the buddy and I go out to have a beverage of our favorite kind—alcohol. We belly up to the bar at one of the local restaurants/watering holes (even though we live in a dry country…) and start having a few rounds.

At some point, I lost my memory. Completely. I have been drunk before in the past, but this time only a few beers and this happens? This is new to me. So little alcohol. How is this possible? And I even didn’t finish a beer I had ordered!

I vaguely remember bits and pieces of the ride home. He, being somehow sober, was an awesome buddy and drove me all the way home. And apparently my demons came out on the ride home. After he gets me to the house, I remember absolutely nothing. The husbear says I was in rare form. I even fell down at some point. I’m sure he and the husbear had some good times teasing me.

I’m sure there’s a lesson in here. To me it is this: If you’re going to drink and then not remember anything, make sure you have your buddy with you who will take care of you.

Maybe he’ll make an appearance on here and fill in some of the blanks for everyone… and me!

Thanks buddy! I owe you a few beers….

Until next time...

16 thoughts on “My Buddy

  1. PUSSY PUSSY PUSSY !!!!!! he he he ….. it is all my fault he is a lightweight. due to the recent issues in my life we had not been able to hang out and drink…. we will start making it up now.

    Love ya buddy

  2. Geez! Now he has some blackmail on you the next time something happens. At least you had a good time. I hope.

  3. About 10 years ago I was in a club one night and I was on my second beer. The next thing I remember was waking up in a friends house at 10.00am the next day. I had lost my contact lenses, my wallet, my mobile phone and my coat. My buddy told me that he actually had seen me in the street lying on the ground and he stopped in a cab and took me home to his place. His house was 50 miles away from mine and I had to try and get home on my own the next day with out my contact lenses as I am blind without them. that in itself was a funny but scary journey.It was a nightmare time and no one knew anything about what had happened. I think my drink was obviously spiked as I couldn’t remember a thing. It was one of the scariest moments of my life not being able to remember anything. So for that reason or others I completely agree with you to have a good buddy you can depend on.

  4. @Eric:
    Awww… Love ya too, buddy! Thanks for being my friend!

    I’m sure he’d never blackmail me… he’s a great buddy! And from what I remember, I had a great time. Apparently I had a real good time from what I’ve been told.

    Wow! That’s definitely the kind of adventure that I don’t want to have. It’s bad enough I have a hard time remembering where I park each day, but to looks hours like that when no one is around to watch out for me—that’s how horror movies start. I’m glad your buddy came by and got home safe though!

    And yes, he is… he he 😉

  5. I’m sorry if this sounds crass, but this story needed to end with your buddy’s cock in your ASS!

    (yeah it rhymed, but not on purpose)

  6. @cb…i can’t believe you used the ‘p’ word!

    but @erik…yeah…he’s hot. he knows it but i’m sure he’s still a great guy.


  7. @cb:
    That would be up to him… he he he

    I don’t know that there is anything I could write that would be a “good” response… 😉

    Yes, he is, and he is.

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