What happens in Vegas…doesn’t always stay in Vegas

June 10th, 2008

What  happens in Vegas

I went to one of the parties with a few friends of mine. There was a guy there, John* (like i even remember this guys name anyway lol). Hey, after a few drinks, he sure looked good to me at that point.

So the inevitable happens in Vegas, we started to hook up. We then proceeded to sit on a couch and continue our tryst (haha). During a “break”, he begins to tell me a story.. little did i know, this was his ploy to get me back to his hotel room:

John*: Do you want to hear a story?

he whips out his cellphone and starts flipping through pictures

Me: Sure, why not

John*: So my friend and I were talking and she texted me that she wanted to see my dick. So I said, I’ll send you a picture of my dick, if you send me a picture of your tits.

Me: okkk…..

At this point in time, I’m thinking to myself, “Oh no he is not going there…. LOL”

John*: So she sent me pictures of her tits, and I sent her pictures of my dick…

He then proceeds to show me pictures of his penis from his cellphone… at different erection stages….hell it wasn’t even that big… how the fuck would i know when it was up?!

Me: …..

John*: It’s hot right?

Me: ooo yeah… real hot

Can you hear the sarcasm in my voice?

John*: Let me go to the bathroom real quick, and how about we get out of here?

Me: mmm… sureee…

At this point in time, I turned to my friends, and said, “We need to get the fuck out of here, NOW!”

Oh man, I never ran out of a party so fast. Hey, at least he gave me a heads up on to how small he was. But damn, what a lame way to get a girl back to his hotel room, wouldn’t you agree?

names are all changed in this story & denoted by an *

–submitted by M.P–

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  1. What the hell, why do guys always think we want to look at photos of their disembodied penises???

    Comment by Canaduck on July 18, 2009 at 5:47 am