Ordered food at a bar and was kept waiting so long for the food – I was drinking jd and coke whilst waiting. By the time the food arrived (1hr and 1/2 later) I was completely plastered lol and couldnt eat anything – told the manager what I thought of his bar and caused a total drunk scene hilarious but true!

Well I went down to the country to visit my family for a couple days, my cousin was having a party/ bonfire and we where having a good time drinking and they brought out the the whiskey, after passing it around the camp fire I was feeling pretty good I started to hit on this chick i have never met before. We started hitting it off and by the end of the night we where hammered and she passed out In my cousins basement and I passed out upstairs and that night I had a dream that I had sex with her when I woke up I didn’t think about it. Later that day I get a text from her saying how great the sex was. It was awesome because I thought it was just about to head home when my uncle told me that the girl I slept with was my cousin…..

so last night i attended this “gay party” at the beach with some gay friends it was a small gathering 25 people max, anyways one of the girls decides to take her brother along (who happend to be sexy as fuck) we got to drinking and my gay friend walks me over to the guy and asks him if i could kiss him,which led to intense making out and us two walking away to get some ” alone time ” we find this cool spot between some bleachers and as were about to get it on a police car stops asks for id’s i was sooo drunk i couldnt speak right or remember were my id was or the name of the guy! anyways the police asked us to leave we walk back to were the GAY PARTY was and everyone was pissed of course they’d be pissed a dude and a chick hooking up at a gay gathering? well i see the guys brother and it was so weird all she kept asking was my sexual orientation. i got a ride home from a friend and my best friend slept over at an other friends house were he peed her couch in his sleep.

i woke up and had a text from the guy last night who’s name i still dont and with a bunch of hickeys from him he seems like a nice guy but man
i get really horny when i drink
he probably thinks am always like that hahahahha if he only knew im the complete opposite…
it was supper fun tho

Like Erotic Services, Casual Encounter ads are similar in nature except the women in this category aren’t looking for money; they’re just looking to get off. The difficulty with finding a woman in Casual Encounters is that escort companies post phony ads here to try and take advantage of innocent, horny men who are doing nothing but trying to take advantage of some innocent, horny woman.

Sick, I know.

After the lonely, innocent, horny men respond to the fake ad unknowingly, the escort company sends them some spam that contains a picture of an incredibly attractive woman and a link to a website which displays a page that states if you want the incredibly attractive woman’s phone number, you first have to punch in your credit card number to verify that you’re not a registered sex offender…

Not wanting to know for sure whether or not I’m registered, I never bothered to input any numbers because I’m certain it just leads to a bill at the end of the month and nothing more but don’t let this discourage you from poking around in Casual Encounters trying to find a real ad.
There is still fun to be had courtesy of Craig’s List; you just have to be dedicated to discovering it.
Casual Encounters has it’s own set of abbreviations but fear not, I’ve defined and even translated them for you.

You’re welcome.

BBW: A Big Boned Woman
In other words, fat.

FWB: A Friend With Benefits
There are benefits…
If you don’t mind having fat friends.

NSA: No Strings Attached
There is a string. And in all probability, it’s tied to something fat.

SWF: A Single White Female
This woman is crazy. We’ve all seen the film.
Except in the film, she’s not fat.

I was at The Office one afternoon doing nothing but refreshing Craig’s List and responding to every new ad posted into the Casual Encounters section.

I don’t even read the ads I reply to but just copy and paste a generic email I have saved that contains my picture and a little blurb about my likes (anal) and dislikes (sacs) because I’m too lazy to put in any real effort to try and sleep with someone who is guaranteed to be strange looking.

You shouldn’t have to work for that shit.

My email client chimes alerting me I’ve received a nibble. I examine it and am pretty sure it isn’t spam, so I go to review the senders ad on Craig’s List to see what she’s all about.
She’s a red head that wants to have someone come over and “fuck her silly,” then afterwards, hangout intimately and “count her freckles.”

Sounds easy enough…

Except for the intimacy and the counting…

But I’ll address those when the time comes.

Big Red’s email contains a few face pictures and a couple of body shots that look a little out dated but nothing that sets off any alarms.

She requests that I describe what I’m going to do to her if she permits me to come over so as graphically as I can I tell this woman the most disgusting, degrading shit I can think of…

I tell her I’m going to make love to her…

Just kidding…

But that’s pretty gross, isn’t it?

I say something about a belt and her neck, some lube and her ass, a shovel and her ass, a length of rope and her neck and a pier…

You know sort of like the missionary position…
Only better…

Big Red replies that because she finds me funny and is fond of my creativity, she wants to take things further.

Idiot.

I inquire about where she lives but instead of replying with an address, she sends me her phone number along with a request for me to call her first.

Christ this broad is needy.

I ring her and as soon as she answers she serves up a bunch of questions, which I answer as much like a serial killer as I possibly can, of course panting and groaning in between answers.

She thinks I’m being clever again.

She compliments my voice, so I try to say something nice in return but all that comes out is, “so
where do you live all ready?”

She tells me her address and buzzer number, so I jot down her info, tidy up my desk (meaning I butt out my smoke and polish of the Whiskey I have on the go) grab an EXACTO knife, lock up The Office and hail a cab.

It’s snowing like crazy outside.

The worst snow storm of the year so far, so it takes the cab over half an hour to get me to my destination, which is only a ten-minute walk away.

The anticipation is killing me.

We pull up out front of the address and to no surprise; she lives in a derelict building in a derelict area.

Now that doesn’t mean she’s can’t be a hot chick but it most likely means she’s an unsightly one.

I tell the cabbie to wait two minutes for me and leave him a large tip because if this chick has anything resembling a cock or a sac, I’m going to “gets to cutting something”and bust out the front door within seconds.

Ienter her shabby lobby and punch in her buzzer code with a pen because the intercom is filthy. It doesn’t work so I call her on my cell. Big Red answers and says she’ll be right up to let me in. As I see a tiny Irish women come into view wearing nothing but a green housecoat and a horny smile, I give the cabbie the signal to skedaddle and follow Big Red downstairs.

We arrive on her welcome mat and I notice the doors to her place look like similar to the doors of a meat locker.

Sweet.

I don’t get any bad vibes from Big Red and figure I won’t need to cut her much, so I decide to tuck my EXACTO knife into my sock but as I plunge my hand into my pocket to perform the relocation, I realize the knife is already open as it gashes a hole my palm.

Ouch.

Before I can really scope out the damage, Big Red strikes up some small talk, so I just keep my mitt in my pocket for the moment. As she’s introducing me to her cats, I can’t focus on anything but the throbbing in my hand, so I cut her off and mid sentence and say “I really need to take a piss” and ask her where her crapper is.

I get into the bathroom and rinse the blood off my hand under some cold water and inspect the damage.

Yep. It’s deep.

I wrap a bunch of toilet paper around my hand creating a homemade bandage and figure if she asks me about it I’ll just say, “What are you talking about? I had this on when I got here” then carefully tuck my EXACTO knife into my sock, flush for show and prepare to make sex.

When I come out, Big Red doesn’t notice my hand so I don’t bring it up. I check out her open concept apartment, which is very cool and very filthy. There is a piece of recently erected dry wall separating her bed from the couch that she’d obviously hauled out of the neighbor’s trash.

I poke around a little more and uncover the highlight of the tour.

Behind the neighbor’s garbage (also known as her couch) is a completely bare area, except for three chains that are hanging neck level from the ceiling. Two of them are attached to arm restraints and the third one is fixed to a dog collar.

Yep…

A dog collar…

The neckpiece has a little tag on it, which I walk over to investigate. It’s heart shaped and has the word “BITCH” carved into it, so I ask Big Red, “Did your father give you this for Christmas?” and start laughing.

To my surprise she also laughs, which kind of ruins the insult for me but whatever.
Enough chitchat.

It’s time to be having the sex.

Big Red and I take a seat on her neighbor’s garbage, I light two smokes and hand her one as she begins to speak about weed. I have another smoke and another smoke and another smoke, while she rambles on incessantly about marijuana and how she rolls it, how she grew it once, how she feels when she’s on it and what her cat thinks about it.

All I do is yawn or sigh whenever it’s my turn to speak.

She finally decides to mix it up a little when she begins to yap about her career…
As a marijuana activist who’s dedicated her entire life to getting pot legalized.

I finally have something to say.

“So you don’t have a real job then?”

She doesn’t chuckle at this wisecrack like she did at the one about her fathers Christmas gift but luckily – before things can get awkward – one of her tits slides out of her robe and onto her lap.
Awesome.

I juggle it for a bit, while Big Red undoes my zipper and pushes her own head down into my naughty region. She’s kneeling on her neighbor’s garbage with her arse pointed up into the air, so

I reach around it and stick a finger into it for a few minutes.

I decide that’s enough foreplay and remind myself that Big Red has a dog collar hanging from her roof that reads, “BITCH”so I think it’s safe to say I can toss her around a little.
Giddy-up.

I grab Big Red by the jugular and hurl her over the end of her neighbor’s garbage and apply a little pressure to her neck (with my foot) so that the front of her throat is receiving a romantic amount of stress and her arse is exposed ready for me to make the sex to it. I pull a cock ring out of my wallet, put it on and stick her with it.

She says the cock ring is bothering her, so I take it off…

And put it back in my wallet…

I hammer away as Big Red moans in delight. I suppose she’s faking it but suppose even more that I don’t care. I contemplate licking her ass and sexing her feet, until I have a peak at them.
They are both uninviting.

I throw a pillow over her feet so I don’t have to look at them and sex her ass so it would stop looking at me.

To mix it up, I pull out, leap over the (neighbors) couch, while gently holding her by the hair as she guides my penis into her mouth.

She preoccupies her hands by grabbing her ankles without instruction.

I can think of a few other carvings that may be appropriate for her collar.

One in particular stands out…

“HOG”

The sex is so foul that it almost feels like I’m starring in a movie.

You know…

Some sort of soft-core porno…

After making love to her gullet, I tenderly grab Big Red by her locks and position her onto her side. I tuck one of her legs underneath me and wrap her other around my waist. After pounding away in this sinful position for a while, I pull out and move her onto her back, pick her tits up off the floor and fold them over my wiener.

Even though I don’t want this sick, sadistic experience to end, after making sex with her tits for twenty minutes, I shoot my DNA all over her chest, let out a ferocious groan and fall back onto her neighbor’s garbage to have a smoke.

Big Red lies there for a minute basking in the after glow of sex while working my semen into her tits, then looks over at me with adoration in her eyes and says, “Well?”

I say, “Well, what?”

She looks at me with disappointment.

Again I say, “WELL, WHAT?”

She says, “WELL…aren’t you going to count them?”

I say, “Count what?” knowing full well she wants me to tally her freckles but the only thing I’m calculating is the time it takes for the cab to get here. To humor her, I inspect her back, awkwardly laugh and say “seven” but she’s horribly let down because she’s plagued with sunspots.

I don’t feel too bad because it’s kind of her fault.

She should have had me scrutinize her body before her boob fell out onto her thighs.

I would have been all over her with a magnifying glass.

I light another couple smokes and hand her one. She lights a joint and we make a little small talk till the taxi arrives. I tell her it was fun and we should do it again sometime but don’t really mean it…

Though I’m sure she could tell by my lousy intimacy and lazy addition…

It’s still snowing like crazy, so it takes about triple the time for me to get home. When I’m safe and sound, I put my EXACTO knife away and patch up my hand properly…

With some more two ply.

I crawl into bed to make sex with my unscathed hand and as soon as I cum, I start wondering about how many freckles I have.

I tell myself “seven” and feeling satisfied with that number, I pass out.

I wake up the next morning (late for work) and there is an email from Big Red sitting in my INBOX.

She wanted to thank me for a great night.

That’s right.

Thank me.

Well Big Red, you’re welcome.

www.therockstarlife.ca

Cougars are amazing because the have zero expectation. They’ve already dealt with a ton of assholes just like you throughout they’re lonely, asshole filled lives, and now that they’re a little bit older and a little bit wiser, they realize that their false idea of what a relationship is supposed to be and their unreal expectations of what men can do for them is what has lead to their disappointment in companionship, not the other way around.
Knowing this, in order to pick up a cougar all you need is a few cans of beer, some cigarettes, a joint that’s been in a refrigerator for a few days and a bus token…
It’s a Thursday.
I wake up, take a shower and head to work early.
Today is The Office’s 20th anniversary and we’ve got to prepare to entertain seven hundred people.
Thursdays are always good days to throw parties because when you wake up feeling like shit on Friday, its “technically” the weekend so you can still go out and party as soon as the clock strikes 5:00 PM.
Three co-workers and I load up the freight elevator with fifty cases of beer, a few cases of Vodka, half a dozen cases of wine, and bottles of everything from Jäger to Peppermint Schnapps. We fully stock two separate bars, place some cigarettes in wine glasses, show around two hot bartenders, order some food to be catered and show the band where to set up.
We’re good to go.
People begin to turn up around 4:30 PM.
I get my drinking underway by 4:45 PM.
I’m stylishly drunk by 5:15 PM.
The early crowd consists of mostly industry people that are stopping in for a quick drink before going out for dinner or heading home.
The losers as I like to call them.
Anyway, five hours of unhealthy drinking passes as the professional crowd thins out and the wolves start to pile in. By 11:00 PM there are so many people in The Office that it’s almost impossible to walk. The band is killing it and the head count is hovering around our expected seven hundred.
I’m beyond smashed, roaming around the party asking chicks “did you just grab my ass?” hoping it will double as a pick up line as wellas a chauvinistic pig of a remark, when out of my peripherals I spot an older woman dancing on a chair.
I figure she’s got to be in her late 30’s.
Not too old, but old enough…
For anal.
As I scope out The Cougar I’m convinced that on any other given Thursday she would be rocking out to “Shout to the Heart” crushing beer cans on her forehead asking men to pull her finger but at the moment she seems very mellow and extremely feminine as she erotically sways her hips to the melodic sound of the band, while she towers above the crowd on her own private pedestal.
I approach The Cougar, motion for her to bend down and say, “Can I get you another beer?”
She says, “yes please” while wearing a seductive smile.
I come back with her drink, put my arm around her waist and gaze up at her like I have something important to say. She bends down to listen and as she exposes her neck to me, I exhale slowly and heavily on it, give her a passionate kiss, then stick my tongue in her ear. I feel her body cover in goose bumps, so I turn her face to mine and begin making out with her. After a brief tongue wrestling session, I propose leaving to go somewhere “a little more comfortable.”
We waste no time grabbing our jackets.
She rushes me downstairs into a cab and suggests we go back to her place, which, in all fairness, is probably a lot more comfortable then the dumpster I had planned on taking her behind.
During the trip to her place there is some heavy petting accompanied by even heavier breathing (I think she might have been asthmatic) until we finally arrive at her lair which is located in student housing…
Which is cool…
If you’re a student…
We take a seat in The Cougars living room and I inquire if it’s okay to smoke inside. She says yes then goes to the freezer and pulls out a pre-rolled joint. She sits crossed legged on the floor in front of me, closes her eyes and looks as if she’s about to start meditating…
Then starts to meditate…
I ask, “Are you all right?”
She responds, “I have to prepare myself.”
I think, “Prepare yourself? Doesn’t that me you should be in the bathroom rinsing off your ass or in the kitchen massaging a hotdog?” but don’t say anything.
Minutes (which feel like hours) roll by and I consider bailing on Gandhi but decide to take off my clothes instead. Once I’m naked, I perch myself behind her and start rubbing her shoulders and quietly panting to myself. I kiss her neck, which for some bizarre reason makes me super horny so I push my boner against her lower back and try to interrupt her trance.
The Cougar comes to after spiritually getting in touch with her vadge and says “that’s better” then sparks up her freezer burnt joint. After we smoke, she turns around and begins to make out with me. I recline back on her high-end furniture (a beanbag chair in the middle of the room) and as I do this she starts to suck my dick.
Finally.
After some terribly good oral, I pull up The Cougar, carry her tiny frame into the bedroom and chuck it onto the bed. As I go to put it in, she whispers soft and gently,”No.”
Which we all know means, “Yes.”
I guess you had to be there…
Round 1:I toss this petite female around her room and bang her with all my might. I lick her ass (for my pleasure,) lick her armpit (for my pleasure,) and sex her in about twenty different positions, the final one being while she’s on her back, with her legs clamped together and knees pushed towards her face, making her thirty year old mitt feel more like a twenty year olds.
She cums, then I cum.
I’m satisfied with my performance and hers wasn’t absolute shit, so all in all it was a good lay. I’m a great deal out of breath so I throw on my boxer shorts and go out to her living room to have a smoke. I only have a minute to think “what an exciting, intense and exhausting experience” before she comes out of her room in a cute little sheer nighty and starts to dance for me, which brings my *humongous cock back to life. She says nothing as she kneels in front of me, pulls my dick through my boxers and begins to blow me.
Awesome.
I wish all women felt this strongly about blowjobs.
Round 2:I stand up and position her onto her knees. I leave my boxers on and firmly plant my feet behind her for maximum leverage, flip up her nightgown, which exposes her bathing suit area, spit on it, put it in and make the sex hard and deep.
Seeing as this is the second round, I last for an extended period of time and when I cum, my sweaty body just collapses onto her sweaty body and I grin a goofy smile at her.
Satisfied with another job well done, I grab my smokes and light one. As I try to tuck my *humongousflaccid penis back into my boxers, The Cougar sets up a block by pushing me onto my back and putting my dick in her mouth again.
Horny little thing, isn’t she?
Round 3:I bang her again but it’s nothing spectacular. I hammer away for what seems like hours as the seconds roll by. I’m having spasms in my thighs and calves and am suffering from a wicked cramp on my right side.
I sex her doggy style and doggy style only, wheezing all the while.
The whole experience hurts like hell and although it seems futile, after focusing and staying determined, I finally cum. I can’t locate my load but I don’t look for it very long because in all likely hood it was just a blank anyway.
Relived, I thank Jesus it’s over and sit back to try and light another smoke.
The Cougar sits down on the floor in front of me and starts to pull off my boxers as I faintly plead with her, “Please…no…”
She pretends not to hear me and begins sucking me off again.
I hate sex.
Round 4:We have the sex again, if you can even call it that. I lie on my back pretending to enjoy myself but can’t even do that as The Cougar reveals her true nature to me when she sticks one of her fingers in my ass.
I try to call her a fag but all that comes out is a barely audible moan.
I fake an orgasm, shoot some steam, and use every scrap of power I have to grab her by the face and push her off me onto the floor.
I say a prayer to Ala and thank him for letting the rape come to an end.
I try to roll into the fetal position so I can cry myself to sleep but she pins me on my back and there is nothing between her and my cock, so she just starts to suck me off again.
Round 5:The Cougar sucks, fingers, jerks, licks, pinches, bites, sniffs, farts but nothing breathes life back into my dick.
I blame it on the Whiskey and tell her “normally I have a boner 24 hours a day” but we both know I’m lying.
My dick wants nothing to do with this insatiable hag.
She looks me up and down and smugly says “I think you’ve had enough” then tells me to go to sleep, which I’m happy to do.
I crawl into her bed defeated and thank God it’s over.
Right before I fall asleep she snuggles up to me and I’m so conquered that I can’t even push her off me, or go to lie on the floor.
I have a dream of fingers being put in things they shouldn’t and wake up feeling nauseous.
The Cougar’s in the shower and on a scale of 1 – 10, I feel like an F.
I feel so terrible in fact that I can’t even muster up enough energy to rifle through her belongings and leave without saying goodbye. I can barley move my junk hurts so badly. I hobble over to the bathroom and ask if I can use her toothbrush.
She says, “Seeing as you just had your dick in my mouth all night, it’s only fair.”
What a pig.
I ask her if she can give me a lift to work and she says “sure” with a smirk as she hands me a bus token. On the streetcar we don’t have much to speak about, so I say, “My names Nick, what’s yours?”
She tells me who she is and I tell her“it was a pleasure to meet you. We should do this again sometime” and my dick quivers a little in fear.
I get off the streetcar three stops early to walk for a bit because the awkwardness between us is just too awkward. I arrive at The Office and it’s a disaster. The receptionist is there but that’s it. No one else bothered to show up for work. I feel like garbage so I decide to just leave. I ride the streetcar home and have pleasant thoughts about The Cougar that give me a boner…
Accompanied by a bout of queasiness.
*I replaced “Tiny” with “Humongous” here in order to appeal to my female readers.

www.therockstarlife.ca

One night my group of friends decide to go out so we get to the bar I order a couple blue moons we do some Jagger shots go to the next bar do sone tequila shots drink a margarita a 007 a martini few miller lites and we get to the strip club I order some long island iced teas well apparently I was touching the strippers BIIIIIG NO NOOOO she loved it though came close gave me a dance, I started holding the bills in my mouth as she tried grabbing it with her tits I teased and backed away she ripped it out of my mouth and tossed me into the bench seat it folds in half and I get up and put them in my mouth again la di da don’t remember anything else after that. Get to my buddies place open a hinie take a sip pass out soooooomewhere in the middle of sleepwalking yes… I drop trow and leave a Stanley Steamer I wake up not knowing go home and there’s a mud pie stuck to my ass. Well polish my balls and serve me a milkshake I shit myself… A DAY LATER my friend calls me and says DUDE there’s a dead animal in my guest room. Yeah that was the shit I had no idea I took with corn sticking out of it.

So, I went out with some friends the other night, got there at 10 pm and started drinking like a motherfucker. I was so embarrassing that my friend that drove 600 kilometers to hang with his friends for the weekend left after 30 minutes. Screw him, I had an awesome time. Gave a few lap dances in an attempt to get a couple drinks out of some guys. Stole some peoples shooters. Didn’t pay the bartender for one of my drinks (was too drunk to even understand what she was saying).

My friends ditched me, what the fuck. Some random guy that was part of the group and I don’t even know him, came back to take me home, alas, I couldn’t remember where I lived.

So I ended up at a friends place. When we first got there I disappeared and my friends only found me like 20 minutes later, in someone else’s house, where there were only drunk guys having a party. My friend took me back to his place and had to lock me in so I couldn’t run off again.

I was feeling a little hot so stripped everything off so I was just in my panties and bra. I did some provocative posing for him, even though I know he’s gay. We even had a photo shoot, so he had evidence of how fucked I was. I was feeling a little frisky so decided to take off my bra and panties and played with myself in front of my friend. After raging for 5 hours, I eventually passed out naked on his carpet at 6 am.

What an awesome night.
Best night EVER

Best of all I can’t remember a single thing from the night. Woo Hooo

My friends are such douche bags though. They tried to tell me how drunk I was and that I could have been taken home by some random guy/guys and raped/gang raped. I’m no intellectual so I took “some random could have taken you home, or better yet, the alley is just as good” as I have sex with guys in the alley. De-friended that dickhead and fought with everyone else.

Whatever. Line up those shots.

Me and my friend were bored one Friday night until some guys we knew invited us to come party with them at their house. We got there and immediately started taking shots. I stopped paying attention to my friend when I started making out with the guy I liked. I left her downstairs as I went up to a bedroom with the guy I was making out with. I had gotten completely naked when I decided it was the perfect opportunity to go pee. However I was too drunk to know exactly where the bathroom was and walked into his roommates room. After finally finding the bathroom I passed out in another guys bed NAKED! When I woke up in the morning there was SHIT everywhere downstairs and my friend was in the shower. . . Needless to say she had gotten a little too “shitty” the night before.

christmas eve 2010. i was out with some friends and drank a liter of vodka by myself..not smart..i remember leaving my friends house in my moms new car. i woke up the next morning in my bed and had no idea what happened. i look outside and my moms car wasnt there but she was. i asked her where her car was and she says “you dont even remember do you?” i said no and she said “well trevor, you ruined christmas for the whole family.” apparently pulled over to talk on the phone to my mom wondering where i was and i passed out on the highway with my face on the steering wheel and the car was in neutral with my foot pinned on the gas. the car blew up and my friends called me the grinch for about 2 months.

so me and my girls wanna celebrated my friend’s 21 bdee. we went to a club (4 girls including me) a bit drunk because we have already drank from home. so we danced like crazy and i was introducing to everyone that my girl is 21 today so everyone could say a happy birthday to her . as i really love to go around the club , i met this 3 fucking asshole guys who danced with me , i even kissed one of them , we danced and have fun for a while and i left them to go back with my friends because i knew another friend from my campus will come and join us, and i just realized they took my brand new iphone4, my money from my pocket and my identity card. i was so panic and messed around, i tried to find those guy buy nothing i could do , my friend tried to help me and ask me to calm down but i was so sad at that time. i also randomly took someone’s phone and throw it on the floor and it made my friend into trouble cause the guy was angry because i threw his phone. even worse i continue danced with a random guy and took his wallet and keep it with me and he didnt even notice, but i gave it back the wallet the next day to the police station and the guys called me a few weeks after and thanked me as he didnt know i was the one who took his wallet not the one who found it. and my friend who turned 21 that night was getting drunk cause she didnt even know what happened with me. this is a very big lesson for me, i should be able to control myself next time