Dr. Giganto

One of my friends posted this on the message board for our fantasy baseball league:

"Last night was the only night I had in New York for about a month because I have been traveling for work. Needless to say, I decided to make a point of getting super shitty. After hours of intense drinking, me and a couple college friends decided to play American football at 6am. Needless to say, we also went skiing. After chugging a last Heineken after the game and hitting the passed out girl a few times, to make sure I had no chance with her, I got on the F train at about 7am.

I woke up on the last stop in queens being hit with a stick by the MTA worker.

What's that you say? That's happened to everybody? Read on.

I noticed my wallet sitting on the seat next to me and realized that I slept through somebody or somebodies cutting my back pocket. Luckily I had no money and they were nice enough to leave me my shit.

Heard this one before too? Read on..

When I got home at around 11 (I fell asleep on the way back too and missed the stop) I undressed and noticed that not only were my pants cut, but so were my boxers and so was my ass. I slept through somebody cutting my ass.
(Do I need a No Homo for that?)

I posted this because its pretty funny, but I am also trying to figure out if there is a moral or a lesson involved here. I feel so lucky to have my wallet that I don't really care about the rest. Am I lucky or unlucky? Which side of the yin/yang did I get this time? I think I got the white with the black dot."

Danny Diamond

Founder/Admin

Is this a true story? Yikes.

Beaker

AHAHAHAHAHA, he slept thru someone cutting his ass. That makes me scared to drink!

U MAD

molebeing

That is not very funny to me.