About 7 or 8 years ago a buddy and I went to a bar just to get a couple of drinks. There was a girl sitting next to us that was bat shit crazy. Even the bar tenders were a little scared of her. She was mediocre at best. So as I kept drinking I started fucking with her asking her why she was so nuts. I told her that I thought crazy chicks were great in bed and I told her she should come home with me so I could see if it was true. On the way home I am making out with this chick in the back seat and my friend is looking at me in the rearview mirror like I was the crazy one. I can still see the look of disappointment on his face. I got her home, took her upstairs, stripped her down and started banging the shit out of her. As I found out quickly, not all crazy chicks are good in bed. She just laid there and would ask me every 5 minutes if I had a rubber on. I kept telling her “You’re fucking crazy, of course I have a rubber on.” So after I somehow finished, she wouldn’t leave. I tried to get my roommate at the time to get her out of there but she wouldn’t help me. I was in hell. She was dead asleep on my bed which I couldn’t figure out why she would be so tired since she barely moved the whole time I was fucking her. I slept on the couch and got her up at 6am the next morning and told her “I have got to get you the fuck out of here.” I had to drive her across town and she couldn’t remember where her friend’s house was that she was staying at. Between the drive over there and driving around looking for the house it was the longest and most uncomfortable 45 minutes of my life. She “left” her jacket with her money (turned out to be $4) and cell phone in it at my house and asked if we could go back and get it. I told her I would go home and bring it back to her. By the time I got home there were 10 missed calls on her cell phone, all from the same number. As I was checking it there was another call from the same number (obviously her) and she wanted to know if I was on my way back over to drop off her stuff. I told her there was no way I was going back over there and that if she wanted her shit back she could find my house (there was no way because when we left it was pitch black) and dig it out of the garbage.
Since then I have never taken a girl home from a bar.
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