It was not a one night stand, but a re-match with an ex-girlfriend. We went to my place, watched a movie and drank beer. Then we were hungry so we went to Primantis (great food) and drank more. I remember i told her i had to watch what i was drinking cause i was getting fucked up. So she said, "lets go to your place and get out your video camera." so i was like cool.

We got there and she saw my Tequilla, so we start doing shots. Then i was like i hate this you drink it. So i start drinking Gentleman Jack. Then she starts hitting it. Then i bust out a 6 pack (i dont remember this, but i found the empty bottles in the orning) of Bud Ice and a 6 of Smirnoff Ice. Last thing i can remember was looking at her like the world was gonna end in 5 minutes and i was gonna fuck as many times as i could squeeze in, and i wanted to manhandle that shit.

So i get my camera out.

Then i remember waking up. I was on the floor. Like WTF? I look to my right and theres my camera battery still charging. So im like shit, i didnt tape anything. Scattered around is an assortment of empty beer bottles and colored light bulbs. I sit up, the matress is half off the bed, theres sheets and clothes all over, my closet is trashed. I see the girl, i smile. I see my Golf Club, i ghasp! What the hell did i use a golf club for?????