Alcohol Induced Disinhibition Syndrome

Me: You're not my type.
Girl: What's your type?
Me: Skinny.

Sorry I haven't been around for awhile. I've been doing such things as what's up there. Drinking heavily and not really hating it at all. Making friends of enemies and enemies of so called friends.

I have been a wrecking ball of wanton destruction on all things alcohol based.

Disinhibition (wiki) - Disinhibition is a term in psychology used to describe a lack of restraint manifested in several ways, including disregard for social conventions, impulsivity, and poor risk assessment. Disinhibition affects motor, instinctual, emotional, cognitive and perceptual aspects.

Sounds familiar, right?

An individual experiencing disinhibition is more prone to react according to their feelings and reaction at each moment in time. The individual is less able to exercise their normal control: that is to choose to inhibit some of their responses in the way we all do each day for reasons of politeness or sensitivity or social appropriateness or desire to keep our true feelings hidden from others.[citation needed] Individuals under the influence of alcohol, for example, exhibit disinhibition in view of the depressant effect of alcohol on the brain's higher functioning.

My most recent episode of A.I.D.S. Point at girl. Point at my self. Point at the bathroom. Wink. Full blown make out session. it's to easy sometimes.

Girl: Did you just call me fat?
Me: You're not fat, you're proportioned.
Girl: Like fat proportioned?
Me: Yeah, like that.

That's gotta be a rough statement. Then watching me take the skinniest girl there to the bathroom.

You might think I'm an asshole, but some of the shit my friends have done is even worse. Most of these were just inside stories. Fuck it.

flashback!

Friend, Gizmo. Same story as almost every man I know. They treated a girl with the utmost respect, treated her like a queen, got sucked into her bullshit and came out the other side a bullshit artist. Girls don't realize that they pretty much make the man by how they deal with breaking up. We get turned into whores and womanizers because we figure, there is no point.

The best weapon for not getting your heart broken. Break theirs first.



Who loses their virginity in the back of their parents 92 corolla wagon? Gizmo. Who trades girls for bottles of alcohol. Gizmo and I.

"Hey dude, if you let me bang **** I'll give you this bottle of vodka" He says to me, holding in his left hand a half empty (or half full, but I'm not that kind of guy) plastic handle of vodka. You can tell this is a top notch quality vodka. The plastic bottle and the plastic cap. Oh, and the fact that it's brand name. Brand name of the local chain of alcohol department store.

"I dunno dude, I think there's to much vodka in there. She's not worth that much."

Of course I get talked into it. We both drank it anyways. The deal was, you can try. If you succeed, I won't get mad.

He shoots. He scoooooooores.

Between the Three Destroyers Of Labia we've probably slept with about fifteen of the same girls. Passing them around like candy at the end of Halloween night.

-Or were they passing them selves around? The girls say they didn't do that. How are we the assholes because you're a whore? Riddle me that, trick.

The Pasta Day Debacle.

Gizmo is banging this sophomore for a little while as a senior in high school about to leave for the Marines. Pretty much that whole class felt the wrath of us that year. It's not our fault, it's just that girls in this age group are more stupid. They haven't got the chance to get ruined yet. Give that some time with our group of friends.

Classy Broad. Cheerleader, Blond, stupid. Pretty much the stereotype.

Gizmo some how convinces Cheer star that she should come back to her house during lunch. It's all about skipping school to go home and get some ass. I can understand that. Poor girl. After using her school girl cheer uniform as a cum rag. He makes her wear that back to school because it was Pasta day.

"Can we stop by my house so I can change?"
"Nope, it's pasta day and I'm not missing that."

Wow. way to make a gal feel like a million bucks, Giz. What's sad, is they dated after this. Then I think I dated her, than every one did.

The Taste Of Chaos

This isn't really one of those dick move stories. It's kind of like a what the fuck guy, kind of story. We're at a concert, standing in the crowd rocking out to some bullshit want to be Saosin band and infront of us are there these three girls.

It was hard to tell their age at the time as one starts grinding on Bruce. This kid can't dance for shit, but he's got a couple good moves that helps pull the ladies. The Pulp Fiction dance and a little number I like to call the goof troop shimmy. Some how, no words being spoken. No alochol. No drug involvement. They just start making out. I'm baffled as to how this happened. At the time I had just gotten out of a shitty relationship and hating women even more so I was emo as fuck.

After that little set is done. We invite them up top to sit and talk. It only seems appropriate. You just sloshed your vag against his leg for ten minutes and you have no idea about him at all.

I'm looking at this one girl that was with them. She looked like she was about fifteen. The other two looked older than that. Maybe a younger sister?

They say they're 19.

Detective Zoo comes out. "What kind of car do you drive?" This question makes it appear that I just want to know about ... the car she has. It really tells me two things. Are you old enough to drive? Are your parents rich?

"I don't drive, right now." mm hm.

"Where's your license?"

"I left it at home"

"Where's your keys for your house?"

She takes those out, and look at that. Just a house key. hm.

"So your mom is coming to pick you up?"


After I conclude that these girls are lying about being 19, I lean over to bruce and say, dude these girls can't even be 17 yet. He just shrugs and said "I heard 19, I'll just stick with that."



This is the douche part. He banged this girl the same day he met his long term girlfriend, and baby momma.

I'm jealous.

I can't say I wouldn't of done it. I know I would of, but I was being a faggoty little dectective and hating on females. I should be the one banging underage girls I meet at concerts.


I've been catching A.I.D.S every night for about two weeks now. Maybe I should relax, but I got a new hair cut, I gotta show it off.