jagerbomb stories pt 1
One of my favorite drinks is the jagerbomb, for those of you who never had this drink , it when you mix red bull and jager together . I know the Germans must haven taken the lost in WWII in good spirit because they made one hell of a liquor with Jagermeister. It one night and a crazy booty call to make this drink shoot to the top of my all time favorite list of drinks .
I was living back in NYC in 2008 , and I been talking to this cute dark skin latina woman , I think I meet her on tagged , or one of those social media sites . I had her cell number and talk to her about meeting up . She finally agreed to meet that night . She asked me to to brings some drinks over , I asked her what would she like , “E&J brandy” she replied . I was like wow this chick has cheap taste good , I like cheap , because she was sexy , but not like top shelf liquor sexy . She give her address out in Brooklyn around this time I was driving my SUV so I entered the address in my GPS and made my way there. When I arrived to the address I notice it was the project , which would explain her cheap taste in liquor . I know it never good to judge some just because of their financial status but , some project chick have champagne taste , living on EPT money , and some have EPT money and beer taste . Sometimes you just gotta live with what you got , and never inspire for too much greatest .
I call here and asked what was her apartment and she informed it was on the top floor , which can sometime be a bad in the project in NYC , because there might a likely chance Both elevators aren't working and you might have the god awful task of walking 20+ flights of stairs , but on this both elevators worked and they both reeked stale piss.
Once I got to her apartment it model what most a chick living in the project living at or below proverty, clothes hanging from makeshift clothes lines ,multiple k**s sl**ping in a single room, electronics dating back to the 90's and maybe the 80's . I mean I seen worst especially after working for Rent a Center in Charleston , but I came to drink and hopefully fuck , let this be the next man problem, if he wanna marry her and inherited her bastard c***dren in tow and move them out the ghetto , more power to him . My goals are very short term in her case . We made our way to her bedroom , she have a laptop which was a very recent model (don't ask..) . I started pouring us some drinks , talk for a while. We keep drinking and talking for a while , in the meantime she was playing some music off my Zune at the time , when and old school song came one, we both agree we love the song and start dancing in our d***k state . Then it happen towards the end of song we went from dancing to d***ken kissing , to on the bed peeling our clothes off . The next thing we're full-on fucking either brains out . It seem we must've fucked on and off all night . I would eventually black out .
I wake freezing because she left the window open and it dead cold winter outside , I got a monster hangover headache , and because I'm naked exposed to the dry cold air my dick looks like the Pillsbury dough boy had given me a handjob. I walk around the room picking up my clothes , used condoms and the wrappers they came in off the floor . That when she wakes up and hugs me from behind and said”damn papi you had squirting last nite !” that when I figured that why the bed was wet , I figured I might have blackout and pissed the bed , or maybe she did it . But I know it wasn't pissed I know like that smell that .