Gnads wrote on Oct 20
th, 2024 at 9:52am:
Yeah you certainly did your bit for upping the birthrate.
Responsibly? ... nah just indiscriminately.
You can say that for one of them. But I was 19. I thought the "school counsellor" was quite pretty. Being only 2 years out of high school, and 3 years since I saw that guidance counsellor, I figured that half a bottle of bourbon and then a sleep off in the "den" of that former high school's counsellor's household.
Can I be any more concise? I think I will allow you to speculate what happened that night. Because I don't want my computer hacked again to find out the name of the person who showed me how to make a strong bourbon with a secret ingredient.
So, I slept it off in the "den", which looked a lot like a spare bedroom. But, 0.15 BAC or whatever it was for two drinks... I started seeing "blue". And later, I was shown a video of myself in a compromising position with this young lady that looked a lot like a student teacher I knew from "when I was 16 years old" (according to her lawyer).
...yeah, well. Blackmail being blackmail... her male was out blackmailing some cleaning lady "out of town for the weekend" (according to my lawyer, who laughed his arse off at me andlateronsaidthatthedrugswereoutofmysystemandIlookedugly and whowasevergoingtobelievethatstory?). And that is when I decided either to walk 10km home in cold weather, 'drunk'... or say hello to her little kitty.
I searched the kitchen for some water to drink (including in the cupboard). But there was no cat food to eat... Ergo, no cat to feed.
And then when she got all literal with me about what she wanted, she chastised me for looking for water in the cupboard. Then she poured me a glass of 'water'. She drank the water to get me to trust her. So, I drank that water to quench my thirst.
10 minutes later, I am falling asleep in that "den".
Long story short... I should chosen "Sgt Trampoline" or some name more appropriate. But, I decided to stick with my current username, given that my (then in the year 2012) 11-year-old's fascination with my heavy metal CD collection had her sign me up to this debate site.
The other daughter's conception? Broken condom. The girls know each other, and think that it is cool to be "nearly same age sisters at the same school graduation". I did not even know about her until I signed up for the army, but did not get to go to East Timor, for some reason.
"Psychologically impaired" or whatever it was on my dismissal letter. After all that, it took me some convincing to see the real seriousness of adulthood. Ever since 1990, I have never gone more than 3 years sober. I went more than 2 years sober in recent years. But I don't mind having 1 bottle every 10 weeks.