<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" > <channel><title>Comments on: blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol</title> <atom:link href="http://verysmartbrothas.com/blame-it-on-the-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol/feed/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" /><link>http://verysmartbrothas.com/blame-it-on-the-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol/?utm_source=rss&#038;utm_medium=rss&#038;utm_campaign=blame-it-on-the-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol</link> <description></description> <lastBuildDate>Mon, 21 May 2012 22:41:28 +0000</lastBuildDate> <sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod> <sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency> <generator>http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1</generator> <item><title>By: MCkinnon</title><link>http://verysmartbrothas.com/blame-it-on-the-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol/#comment-181833</link> <dc:creator>MCkinnon</dc:creator> <pubDate>Mon, 12 Jul 2010 13:31:24 +0000</pubDate> <guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.verysmartbrothas.com/?p=3286#comment-181833</guid> <description>A whiskey Glass and a woman&#039;s pass have made a horses ass out of me!</description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A whiskey Glass and a woman&#8217;s pass have made a horses ass out of me!</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> <item><title>By: Stormeka Magnegro</title><link>http://verysmartbrothas.com/blame-it-on-the-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol/#comment-147399</link> <dc:creator>Stormeka Magnegro</dc:creator> <pubDate>Fri, 29 Jan 2010 21:03:54 +0000</pubDate> <guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.verysmartbrothas.com/?p=3286#comment-147399</guid> <description>Coming out of lurking status for this one Happy New Year!After a good House party at my home - decided to reenact Whoop That Trick complete with dance steps.  Backed clean out my front door and fell off the porch and down the steps and someone instead of helping me GOT IT ON TAPE!New Years Eve 2009Tried some new kinda juice w/vodka Took three shots of Absolut before leaving the house cause I was broke Drank SEVEN cocktails from hell on the $5/Martini menuEVERYTHING ELSE I HAVE NO MEMORY OFBrought in 2010 laid across the cocktail table in nothing but a thong and a Happy New Year Hat - Hubby brought in the New Year cleaning the Bathroom which he reminded me of by leaving the bucket and bleach and picture of him giving me the side eye in the bathroom!</description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Coming out of lurking status for this one Happy New Year!</p><p>After a good House party at my home &#8211; decided to reenact Whoop That Trick complete with dance steps.  Backed clean out my front door and fell off the porch and down the steps and someone instead of helping me GOT IT ON TAPE!</p><p>New Years Eve 2009</p><p>Tried some new kinda juice w/vodka<br /> Took three shots of Absolut before leaving the house cause I was broke<br /> Drank SEVEN cocktails from hell on the $5/Martini menu</p><p>EVERYTHING ELSE I HAVE NO MEMORY OF</p><p>Brought in 2010 laid across the cocktail table in nothing but a thong and a Happy New Year Hat &#8211; Hubby brought in the New Year cleaning the Bathroom which he reminded me of by leaving the bucket and bleach and picture of him giving me the side eye in the bathroom!</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> <item><title>By: RocktheCatbox</title><link>http://verysmartbrothas.com/blame-it-on-the-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol/#comment-147265</link> <dc:creator>RocktheCatbox</dc:creator> <pubDate>Fri, 29 Jan 2010 14:05:32 +0000</pubDate> <guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.verysmartbrothas.com/?p=3286#comment-147265</guid> <description>@mateosmuse, 1. I sleep like a baby. It&#039;s surprisingly easy to when you share a bed with 8 people on a stack of bibles every night.2. I am single handedly refuting the black male shortage theory, one d*ck at a time. I&#039;m practically a sociologist. which means I get to do whatever the hell I want in the name of science.</description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>@mateosmuse,<br /> 1. I sleep like a baby. It&#8217;s surprisingly easy to when you share a bed with 8 people on a stack of bibles every night.</p><p>2. I am single handedly refuting the black male shortage theory, one d*ck at a time. I&#8217;m practically a sociologist. which means I get to do whatever the hell I want in the name of science.</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> <item><title>By: mateosmuse</title><link>http://verysmartbrothas.com/blame-it-on-the-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol/#comment-147260</link> <dc:creator>mateosmuse</dc:creator> <pubDate>Fri, 29 Jan 2010 12:50:28 +0000</pubDate> <guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.verysmartbrothas.com/?p=3286#comment-147260</guid> <description>@RocktheCatbox,Damn, and u seem like u have no trouble sleeping at nite. How do u do it girl, I need some pointers coz i know i&#039;m not quite done actinga  fool. I&#039;ve been praying about for a minute now- lol:)</description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>@RocktheCatbox,</p><p>Damn, and u seem like u have no trouble sleeping at nite. How do u do it girl, I need some pointers coz i know i&#8217;m not quite done actinga  fool. I&#8217;ve been praying about for a minute now- lol:)</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> <item><title>By: RocktheCatbox</title><link>http://verysmartbrothas.com/blame-it-on-the-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol/#comment-147201</link> <dc:creator>RocktheCatbox</dc:creator> <pubDate>Thu, 28 Jan 2010 20:06:56 +0000</pubDate> <guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.verysmartbrothas.com/?p=3286#comment-147201</guid> <description>Medium quality? YESSS!!!! LOL These are just the craziest of my drunk stories containing sex. There ones that have public nudity, barefoot street racing, bar fights, falling down stairs and the police just aren&#039;t as exciting.</description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Medium quality? YESSS!!!! LOL<br /> These are just the craziest of my drunk stories containing sex. There ones that have public nudity, barefoot street racing, bar fights, falling down stairs and the police just aren&#8217;t as exciting.</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> <item><title>By: klysha</title><link>http://verysmartbrothas.com/blame-it-on-the-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol/#comment-147199</link> <dc:creator>klysha</dc:creator> <pubDate>Thu, 28 Jan 2010 19:45:47 +0000</pubDate> <guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.verysmartbrothas.com/?p=3286#comment-147199</guid> <description>@RocktheCatbox, this reads like the script to a medium quality porn flick...wow</description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>@RocktheCatbox, this reads like the script to a medium quality porn flick&#8230;wow</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> <item><title>By: RocktheCatbox</title><link>http://verysmartbrothas.com/blame-it-on-the-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol/#comment-147101</link> <dc:creator>RocktheCatbox</dc:creator> <pubDate>Thu, 28 Jan 2010 15:03:08 +0000</pubDate> <guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.verysmartbrothas.com/?p=3286#comment-147101</guid> <description>Things that happened when I was drunk/weeded out, that I have never told anyone: 1. Weeded: three way with bff and her crush. He was really into her, she was really into me. I thought he was attractive enough to bang, even though at the beginning of the night I was supposed to be getting with his friend, who left early. Spent half the night chasing each other around the bed (her trying to get away from him to get to me, me trying to get away from her to get to him, him trying to get away from me to get to her). The next morning everything is cool until she nervously shouts &quot;I&#039;m not gay!&quot; and her crush and I look at her like she&#039;s nuts. Her crush and I stayed cool and occasionally bang (this was about 9 years ago). 2. Drunk: secks with 2520 I picked up in a club after walking up behind and grinding on a black dude, who was currently dancing with his girlfriend. Girlfriend reaches out to hit/push me, and I dodge her fist, keeping my balance expertly as only a drunk can, as I continue to grind into dude like I was born with a d*ck. 2520 sees the whole scene, laughs, pulls me away, plies me with more drinks. we dance. go to his place, in the middle of sex, my gf (who was there, messing with 2520&#039;s friend, which I&#039;d forgotten) taps me on the shoulder in the midst of secks and says, ok Im ready to leave now. Here&#039;s your drawers. 3. Drunk: after sitting in this cat&#039;s house drinking and watching porn he takes me to strip club, one night, tells me it&#039;s for a meeting with his YT work colleagues. Fails to mention they are all swingers. I become slightly more aware of this when we are sitting around talking and one of the husbands puts his hand squarely on my thigh in the middle of talking about that last time he went to a hedonism resort. I don&#039;t think that much of it since I find myself to be a knockout, even moreso when I&#039;m drunk, besides  strippers keep complimenting my shoes and outfit. In hindsight, not sure if that&#039;s a good thing or not. We all go to a hot tub afterward for a naked, cliched soak and next thing I know all three women swarm around me and start making out with/going down on me (I was the youngest and the only black one and they were amazed at my lack of crow&#039;s feet and natural breasts) and then men are watching and toasting each other. The women also move to go down on my dude, admiring how big and tall and asking him about his football days. Apparently groupies love you even after your ass doesn&#039;t play anymore. Somehow I go down on one of the 2520 dudes while his wife watches. We part ways, me and my dude end up at Big Boy, seated next to a church youth group. Older cat is manually handling me under the table, one of the boys sees and doesn&#039;t look away. I&#039;m too drunk to make him stop. We go to parking lot, he leans me up against the car, one leg over his shoulder and goes downtown. A car pulls up to watch, waits until I get mine, applauds, cheers and drives away. We wave to the nice man. The next morning older cat recounts the story because I don&#039;t remember much of it and asks what I&#039;m doing the following night. 4. Weeded and drunk: 3 way with current main squeeze and his ex.</description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Things that happened when I was drunk/weeded out, that I have never told anyone:<br /> 1. Weeded: three way with bff and her crush. He was really into her, she was really into me. I thought he was attractive enough to bang, even though at the beginning of the night I was supposed to be getting with his friend, who left early. Spent half the night chasing each other around the bed (her trying to get away from him to get to me, me trying to get away from her to get to him, him trying to get away from me to get to her). The next morning everything is cool until she nervously shouts &#8220;I&#8217;m not gay!&#8221; and her crush and I look at her like she&#8217;s nuts. Her crush and I stayed cool and occasionally bang (this was about 9 years ago).<br /> 2. Drunk: secks with 2520 I picked up in a club after walking up behind and grinding on a black dude, who was currently dancing with his girlfriend. Girlfriend reaches out to hit/push me, and I dodge her fist, keeping my balance expertly as only a drunk can, as I continue to grind into dude like I was born with a d*ck. 2520 sees the whole scene, laughs, pulls me away, plies me with more drinks. we dance. go to his place, in the middle of sex, my gf (who was there, messing with 2520&#8242;s friend, which I&#8217;d forgotten) taps me on the shoulder in the midst of secks and says, ok Im ready to leave now. Here&#8217;s your drawers.<br /> 3. Drunk: after sitting in this cat&#8217;s house drinking and watching porn he takes me to strip club, one night, tells me it&#8217;s for a meeting with his YT work colleagues. Fails to mention they are all swingers. I become slightly more aware of this when we are sitting around talking and one of the husbands puts his hand squarely on my thigh in the middle of talking about that last time he went to a hedonism resort. I don&#8217;t think that much of it since I find myself to be a knockout, even moreso when I&#8217;m drunk, besides  strippers keep complimenting my shoes and outfit. In hindsight, not sure if that&#8217;s a good thing or not. We all go to a hot tub afterward for a naked, cliched soak and next thing I know all three women swarm around me and start making out with/going down on me (I was the youngest and the only black one and they were amazed at my lack of crow&#8217;s feet and natural breasts) and then men are watching and toasting each other. The women also move to go down on my dude, admiring how big and tall and asking him about his football days. Apparently groupies love you even after your ass doesn&#8217;t play anymore. Somehow I go down on one of the 2520 dudes while his wife watches. We part ways, me and my dude end up at Big Boy, seated next to a church youth group. Older cat is manually handling me under the table, one of the boys sees and doesn&#8217;t look away. I&#8217;m too drunk to make him stop. We go to parking lot, he leans me up against the car, one leg over his shoulder and goes downtown. A car pulls up to watch, waits until I get mine, applauds, cheers and drives away. We wave to the nice man. The next morning older cat recounts the story because I don&#8217;t remember much of it and asks what I&#8217;m doing the following night. 4. Weeded and drunk: 3 way with current main squeeze and his ex.</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> <item><title>By: mateosmuse</title><link>http://verysmartbrothas.com/blame-it-on-the-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol/#comment-146832</link> <dc:creator>mateosmuse</dc:creator> <pubDate>Wed, 27 Jan 2010 14:05:41 +0000</pubDate> <guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.verysmartbrothas.com/?p=3286#comment-146832</guid> <description>I have so many stories like these, that every year i manage to act a fool so such an extent that I have to stop drinking coz i just can&#039;t handle the shame!!!1.Back in my college days, me and girls were out of town visitng 1 of my friends parents for the weekend. My girls mom agreed to take us back to campus on sunday at 7pm. Cool. We end up going out drinking, and having a huge party(on a sunday- smdh). Ofcourse we all get so srunk we forget all abvout the arrangements we made with my girls parents to drop us off. By the time we dragged our silly @$$es back home it was 3am and none of us even knew our name let alone how we made it home. I do though have a vague recollection of bumping into my girls mom on the way up the stairs to her room so we could pass out. I remember my friend pushing past her mom so she could go puke in the bathroom. Fast forward to me stumbling out of bed to go use the bathroom. I take down my pants (ofcourse i got inot bed fully dresses) and sit down to pee, only to to feel this crusty substance on my @$$ when i sit. Horrified i get up and start crying(obviosuly i&#039;m still drunk) because I&#039;m convinced I shat on myself. After about half an hour i stumble back to bed. When we all wake, we all recount our stories form the previous nite, turns out that was my friend&#039;s dried puke i sat on in the bathroom. lol My friends parents was so pissed at us, we could barely look her in the eye as we apologised and made a run for it.2. Me and a friend go to this party in joburg- i rocked up looking so good when the nite started. Everyone was sayin how good i liked, so i was feelin myself. It was some private do, so drinks were free and flowin and being the darkie that i am- just can&#039;t say no to free drinks. I have no idea how many i knocked down, but apparently sometime during the nite, a lil group of peops were singing happy birthday to someone in the party, toasting and throwing back tequila shots. Apparently i joined the group, had a couple of their tequila shots and wished the birthday girl a happy birthday. Apparently the group was looking at me like &#039;who the hell is this bish&#039;. By the time i stumbled out of that party, i was hanging on the walls, my rouge lipstick was all over my face. Stumbled to the car, tripped fell and broke to shoe. My friend says when i got up, the right side of my face was covered in some black soot. After my friend begged me not to drive and to come with her, i refused insisting i was fine and would make it home. Got behind the wheel- forgetting i&#039;d broken my heel- started the car , my foot slipped and my car went straight into my friends ride which was parked in front of mine. Woke up the next morning in a starnge bed, and wearing only a t-shirt. I get up and walk out of the bedroom and realise i&#039;m at my friends house. I wake up and knock on her door(she&#039;s married) and ask her where my ish is coz i wanna go home. She tells me to chill for a bit- we&#039;ll talk in about an hour. So i loiter, all the while the memories are flooding in. I geta  flash back on driving into someone&#039;s car. Panicked i go back to my friends room and tell her to wake up coz i think i&#039;m trouble, and that i smashed someone&#039;s car. She eventually wakes up and tells me to relax coz it was her car and it&#039;s all good- just a  minor scratch on hers, and that my car got the worst. I stopped drinking for about 5 months after the above stunt.The other stories are way too shameful to share. smdh!</description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have so many stories like these, that every year i manage to act a fool so such an extent that I have to stop drinking coz i just can&#8217;t handle the shame!!!</p><p>1.Back in my college days, me and girls were out of town visitng 1 of my friends parents for the weekend. My girls mom agreed to take us back to campus on sunday at 7pm. Cool.<br /> We end up going out drinking, and having a huge party(on a sunday- smdh). Ofcourse we all get so srunk we forget all abvout the arrangements we made with my girls parents to drop us off. By the time we dragged our silly @$$es back home it was 3am and none of us even knew our name let alone how we made it home.<br /> I do though have a vague recollection of bumping into my girls mom on the way up the stairs to her room so we could pass out. I remember my friend pushing past her mom so she could go puke in the bathroom. Fast forward to me stumbling out of bed to go use the bathroom. I take down my pants (ofcourse i got inot bed fully dresses) and sit down to pee, only to to feel this crusty substance on my @$$ when i sit. Horrified i get up and start crying(obviosuly i&#8217;m still drunk) because I&#8217;m convinced I shat on myself. After about half an hour i stumble back to bed.<br /> When we all wake, we all recount our stories form the previous nite, turns out that was my friend&#8217;s dried puke i sat on in the bathroom. lol My friends parents was so pissed at us, we could barely look her in the eye as we apologised and made a run for it.</p><p>2. Me and a friend go to this party in joburg- i rocked up looking so good when the nite started. Everyone was sayin how good i liked, so i was feelin myself. It was some private do, so drinks were free and flowin and being the darkie that i am- just can&#8217;t say no to free drinks. I have no idea how many i knocked down, but apparently sometime during the nite, a lil group of peops were singing happy birthday to someone in the party, toasting and throwing back tequila shots. Apparently i joined the group, had a couple of their tequila shots and wished the birthday girl a happy birthday. Apparently the group was looking at me like &#8216;who the hell is this bish&#8217;.<br /> By the time i stumbled out of that party, i was hanging on the walls, my rouge lipstick was all over my face. Stumbled to the car, tripped fell and broke to shoe. My friend says when i got up, the right side of my face was covered in some black soot. After my friend begged me not to drive and to come with her, i refused insisting i was fine and would make it home. Got behind the wheel- forgetting i&#8217;d broken my heel- started the car , my foot slipped and my car went straight into my friends ride which was parked in front of mine. Woke up the next morning in a starnge bed, and wearing only a t-shirt. I get up and walk out of the bedroom and realise i&#8217;m at my friends house. I wake up and knock on her door(she&#8217;s married) and ask her where my ish is coz i wanna go home. She tells me to chill for a bit- we&#8217;ll talk in about an hour. So i loiter, all the while the memories are flooding in. I geta  flash back on driving into someone&#8217;s car. Panicked i go back to my friends room and tell her to wake up coz i think i&#8217;m trouble, and that i smashed someone&#8217;s car. She eventually wakes up and tells me to relax coz it was her car and it&#8217;s all good- just a  minor scratch on hers, and that my car got the worst.<br /> I stopped drinking for about 5 months after the above stunt.</p><p>The other stories are way too shameful to share. smdh!</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> <item><title>By: mateosmuse</title><link>http://verysmartbrothas.com/blame-it-on-the-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol/#comment-146819</link> <dc:creator>mateosmuse</dc:creator> <pubDate>Wed, 27 Jan 2010 13:27:45 +0000</pubDate> <guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.verysmartbrothas.com/?p=3286#comment-146819</guid> <description>@SouthernGirl,See now that&#039;s bad bcoz atleast when u drunk u know what to do to make sure u don&#039;t acts a fool again.</description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>@SouthernGirl,</p><p>See now that&#8217;s bad bcoz atleast when u drunk u know what to do to make sure u don&#8217;t acts a fool again.</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> <item><title>By: mateosmuse</title><link>http://verysmartbrothas.com/blame-it-on-the-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol/#comment-146816</link> <dc:creator>mateosmuse</dc:creator> <pubDate>Wed, 27 Jan 2010 12:52:41 +0000</pubDate> <guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.verysmartbrothas.com/?p=3286#comment-146816</guid> <description>@charli skipper,Loved all stories, but oh the 3rd...smdh. I usually quit when i act a fool like this for about 4 months or so.</description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>@charli skipper,</p><p>Loved all stories, but oh the 3rd&#8230;smdh. I usually quit when i act a fool like this for about 4 months or so.</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> </channel> </rss>
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