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[lordofabstract]

Fuck I'm bored.

Open Mic: Tell me guilty insane stories of lunacy that you wouldn't admit to your closest friends or your parents. Confess. Repent. Anonymous posting welcome. IP logging turned off.

Comments

[rosamicula]

Oh dear. What a sorrowful lack of responses... I think some of mine are already on my journal. I'll give it some thought.

[lordofabstract]

I'm convinced more or less everyone on my friends list is boring. Hence the lack of responses. Would be nice if they could prove otherwise but I can't see it happening.

You're more or less exempt as your journal is pretty much always an entertaining read, and yeah I reckon I've read a few on their already. If you (or shock horror anyone else) do manage to come up with anything particularly sordid though I'm still open. It's turning out to be another boring evening.

[of_melsh]

I won't even bother with the anon posting

[lordofabstract]

That's impressive.

one guest bedroom was completely splattered with blood, sweat, tears, cum, whatnot.

Very impressive.

As usual you've brightened up a boring evening with a story better than I imagined anyone would come out with (which opens up a challenge for some rat bastard to do better now). Almost brings a tear to my eye, I remember a few of the wild parties I had at home before I came to Uni, and I thought they were wild but they were nothing like that.
I think if people have that kind of money to burn the best thing they can do is literally give it to people to have a good time.

[of_melsh]

If only there'd have been digital cameras back then, I might have had pictures of the scene for show and tell. It was like someone opened up a cess pool, and just coated the walls with the various lubricants. Disgusting, yet beautiful

[lordofabstract]

It's a wonder no one ever died.

I wonder that myself sometimes.