Jabberwhacky said:
What"s your guys"s opinions on vasectomies for mid 20"s single dudes?
A lot of urologists won"t do them, might have a hard time finding one. I know my bud was looking for one when he was in his late 20"s and the couple he saw basically said they wouldn"t do it until he was at least 30.
Haven"t had too many no-condom type stories, but one was kind of funny. I was about to get it on with a girl in a hotel room in Banff while my bud and another girl in the other bed pretty much watched. They had been making out etc, but that girl claimed to still be a virgin and wouldn"t let him seal the deal. Either way, we"re about at the time where a condom is needed, and I realize that I don"t have any on me. I was staying in a different room on another floor, so I quickly threw my shirt on (unbuttoned) and a pair of boxers and walked out of the room to go grab some. It was 2am or later, so I certainly didn"t expect to bump in to anyone in the hallway. I turn the corner of the hallway and there"s 2 or 3 cops about to start banging on someone else"s door for noise or something. Two of the cops were female, and I swear both eyed up the massive tent I had pitched and laughed. I was like "uh, evening officers" and walked by to grab a rubber from my room. I took a different way back to avoid running in to them again.
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Dabamf said:
hah, that reminds me. Two weeks before the incident when I was guiding, me and two friends flew out to Vancouver, rented a car and drove up to Whistler with the intent of skiing Thursday and Friday, then hanging out with a bud in Van Sat/Sun. We got in Wednesday night, and check in to our hotel, the Fairmont Chateau Whistler (we found a great deal on it, being early season). We ski the next day, and it"s a pretty damn good day for opening day as they"d gotten a bunch of fresh snow.
So immediately after skiing at 3pm we head to the Amsterdam Pub or Cafe, which we"d been at the night before because the waitresses were hot. There we each have 5-6 pints of beer and a jager bomb, if memory serves (which it doesn"t as the night goes on). Two of us shared some nachos, but otherwise we hadn"t really eaten anything since a late breakfast at 10am. At around 5pm we decide to go back to the hotel and hot tub it, but halfway back to our hotel we decide to stop at another bar. There we had at least another 5-6 beers each, but also at least 3-4 jager bombs each. We had to leave there at about 7pm because they were closing for a private party. Things get really fuzzy here.
As far as we could recall the next day, from there we went back to our hotel. They have a ski concierge thing where you drop off your skis and boots and they dry/clean them for you, but we couldn"t have used it since our ski boots were in our room later. We have no idea where we left our skis. Either way at that point we were in drunken playfighting mode and while changing also managed to knock the mattresses off the box springs and in general make a racket in our room. We head down to the hot tub and convince the girl in the cabana bar to give us a bottle of Captain and a few cans of gingerale and coke. I think a few beers too. So the three of us drink that, while annoying everyone else in the hot tub I"m sure. At some point we started throwing full cans of beer or pop at each other, and I must have taken one in the eyebrow because the next day I had a pretty decent cut on my face. Upon leaving the hot tub and walking through the spa/gym area, one of my friends knocks over a few boxing mannequin type things to trip the other, the other guy throws him in to the indoor pool with his housecoat on, etc etc.
We get back up to our room and continue fucking around. It"s only like 9pm at this point. I distinctly remember at one point having a hold of one bud"s hair and slamming his head in to a night table while the other had to jump on my back to get me to stop. Things calmed down a bit, and one guy goes to take a dump. All of the sudden there"s a firm knock on the door. I go look through the peephole and see three guys in suits looking pissed off, and they"ve got a luggage cart with them.
I opened the door and asked what"s up, they pretty much immediately said "you have 10 minutes to pack up your shit, you"re out of here." I tried to negotiate, said we"d quiet things down if noise was the issue etc. They said noise wasn"t the main concern, but our behavior in the hot tub etc (they mentioned security cameras, dammit). I knew they weren"t going to negotiate, so I closed the door. The friend taking a dump heard the conversation and agreed it was time to go. Third friend decided to take a passive resistance stance, convinced that if he just laid down on the bed and pretended to go to sleep they"d leave him alone. Needless to say after 10 minutes two of us tossed our shit on the luggage cart while security went and got the third guy to get moving.
They had the RCMP waiting at the lobby when we got down there, but we were cooperative and polite, and they didn"t seem to be much impressed that they were called out for a couple cooperative but drunk guests. They asked for names and numbers, but that was about it. Somehow the hotel found our skis and the shoes we"d worn down to the ski concierge in the morning. Hotel made us throw our shit in a cab and leave, but we got the cabby to drop us off a few blocks away, carried our shit back to the hotel parkade, and slept in the car until about 5am (our last drink was before 9pm). Drove to Vancouver, called our bud for directions to his place at 5:30, and missed a perfectly good ski day because we"re dumbasses. They also charged us $300 cause we supposedly damaged one of the box springs, which I think was bullshit, but we weren"t in much of a position to argue.
I may have a drinking problem.
