That One Time At Brad's

This one time I went to a buddy's house, I'm gonna call him Brad for the purpose of this story. I let myself in, as was the norm, and his wife (who I'll call Deb) was sitting in the living room.

"Hey Mike, Brad will be out in a couple minutes," she said.  So I talked to her for a couple minutes, then Brad comes walking out of their bedroom walking like he had a rather large stick up his ***.

He opens the freezer, grabs one of those prefab'd ice cream cones, peels the chocolate layer off the top, pulls down his pants...and proceeds to more or less shove the ice cream up his ***.

"I'm never eating your ******* chili again, Deb!"

Deb was just horrified, but I'd known Brad a lot longer than her so I wasn't surprised at all.  I nearly pissed myself laughing. 

I *almost* wish I was making this story up...but this actually happened. 
DoctorBastardo DoctorBastardo
31-35, M
2 Responses Oct 19, 2013

eww now im imagining what that feels like :/

bwahahaha

You're welcome.

we could make this fun, kuro. not to worry xD

So I should bring some ice cream cones to your **** story thread?

there is nothing in the bylaws that say you cant!!

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LMAO WTF WHY

Apparently it made his hemorrhoid unhappy.

lmaoo true story??

Oh yes. This actually happened. This is the same guy who would play "**** out golf" and "**** out darts." Whoever took the most strokes on the previous hole (or in darts, whoever was the last to close out the board playing cricket or double-in double-out X01) had to play the next hole (or round) with their **** hanging out the fly of their jeans.

LMFAO WHY DOES THIS NOT SURPRISE ME!! SURE EXPLAINS A LOTTTTT

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