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Guaranteed Human. Today I effed up by having an impromptu gang bang with crack and meth heads. See, this is where OP messed up. I mean, this is a huge mistake. This was an impromptu gang bang. You got to plan that show. You got to plan it. You got to put it in the Google calendar. You got to make sure everyone's invited and has RSP. Send the calumly. Send it.

That is a huge mistake. You got to put it in the Google calendar. You got to make sure everyone's invited and has RSP. Send the calendar.

Send it.

That is a huge mistake. Get party favors. Party favors. Which is easy. You know what everyone wants. Either crack or meth. Wow. So simple. I'll be honest. It's a weird one for me. I feel like I need a trauma dump. Yeah, you do. I went on a date with this girl and it went well, but ended earlyish as she had work the next morning. And from an age younger than I care to admit, I've had access to a swinging website. Oh, I had been pretty horny all day and was in the mood. So I messaged a couple on there that said they were down. Let's go. Is that how easy it is? This is news to me.

What is this?

Man has a date that ends early. I guess there's more time in the day. I get on this swinging website. I guess I got a big old nut to bust. So who am I going to do it with? Well, I walked about 35 minutes away from my home to theirs. 35 minutes away. So I guess there are horny mills in my area.

The ads were right. They were right. Geez. I arrived and it was a dimly lit room. The female was face down, arse up. I guess maybe are they're British? Maybe. Maybe it's only in Britain that I have this. And I proceeded what I intended. And we start doing it. Oh, gosh. After a short while, another couple arrive. We go downstairs to have more space. My goodness. And almost immediately, I get a bad vibe off the new couple as soon as they walk in. They gave strong alcoholic vibes. Anyway, we're getting on with things and people's clothes start coming

off and people get more loose. And then I start to notice a few curious details. The male from

the original couple has track marks up his arm from what I can only assume is heroin. Oh. And you

know what track marks are, yeah? Uh, not really? Like little little raised bumps from where you insert the needle.

Alarm bells are ringing.

I take a bit of a backseat as I'm starting to feel uneasy.

And then lo and behold, out becomes the meth pipe.

Woo-wee!

Now, I'm no stranger to drugs, but even for me, this was a bit much.

I'm starting to plan an exit strategy. While this is

all happening, the new couple have a few hits from the pipe and the woman will not stop talking.

She tells her whole life story mid-king pen, how she was raised in care along with her seven other

siblings, how she stole her sister's identity in order

to work? Oh my. She hasn't tried meth before, but she thought, hey, this might be a time to try.

Why not? Her man also tells his life story, in and out of prison, sold guns most of his life,

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