Sheila Bangs a Bobble Head
July 13, 2008 · Print This Article
Name: Sheila (Alias)
Age: 24
Cinco de Mayo. (’Nuff said.) Started drinking at 5pm while my cousins and I got ready to go out to several parties. Curl hair, shot, mascara, beer chug…
First, we hit the local dive bar. Have some of the specials, dance our asses off, and since no prospects were in site, we moved on. A couple of bars and parties later, we ended up at my cousin’s ex boyfriends Cinco party…
We decide to stay, after all there are some new faces there…Usually it’s his roommate and fugly co-workers (they drink just about every night after work.) I start talking (probably more like babbling) to some dude named Alex. As we’re speaking about music, my cousin’s ex, and other bs, my cousin (being the most sober of us) whispers rather loudly:
“Don’t waste your time with this one, he has a big head and looks kinda dumb”.
I will admit, although I was completely gone at this point, I do remember that he had an unusually LARGE noggin.
I laugh hysterically of course and shut her up pretty quickly. We start talking a little closer and then I suggest we go someplace else. So, we do and end up at my house. We walked in the door and started going at it. He must have been a little bit sloppier (drunk) than I was though, because at some point, my head hit the wall. Not that either of us really payed attention at this point. He just started giving it to me up against the wall. Which, I’ll admit from what I can remember was awesome.
He ends up staying. I wake up at some unholy hour completely disoriented and hear him dressing. I ask him his name again, which he quickly lies about. Then, somehow (I think I was still pretty drunk) he gets the idea that I want him again, so we go at it again.
He left a few hours later, said something cheesy along the lines of he’d call me, even though I don’t think I gave him my number.
I get up several hours later, completely dumbfounded at what happened. I go to take a shower. I see soap and water all over the floor. It’s fucking soaked. I look in the mirror and my hair is looking a lot like Kramer in Seinfeld. I guess we did it in the shower too! I must have blacked out at some point. Oh, and there was blood on the top of my head.
I spoke to my cousin later that day, all she asked was “Dude, did you do the big headed guy last night?”
I’d say “DO” is an understatement. Did you tell her that Mr. Bobble Head pounded you silly against the wall, ruined your bathroom, and gave you a concussion? PS – send me a pic.
Oh Lord. I remember those nights. Just saying. Bwahahahahahaha. Have a great day.
Ouch!
So when you wrote on twitter that you would like sheila as a gf, does that mean you have a bobble head?
No Claire, it just means that I think I have a shot due to her low standards
go for it buddy. Funny story once again.
So no big head jokes then? damn
The joke is in my pants.
lmao…that has got to be one of the best regretful stories I have read yet!! But I am a little disappointed that there isn’t a bit more detail about the sizes of other regions-you know big hands, feet, head….????
Jason the joke in your pants you are trying to make that sound like a good thing right?
I agree we need more anatomical details but I think the gal had that memory knocked out of her.
At least Jason didn’t say there was a party in his pants, although that would of been better
Claire – I absolutely agree on both counts!
My interpretation of the girl after her night out is on getsmartgal.stumblupon.com
I’ll have to look around for an interpretation for the party in the pants unless Jason’s going to provide that himself.. Hahah
Did you get wall burn on your back? It stings like a bitch huh?;)
was it worth having a head like Frankenstein the rest of your life?
Yes, this is my article. And yes, unfortunately Jason, at the time I had EXTREMELY low standards! Fierce Diva: Im sure I did, I hurt all over! I only wrote what I could remember…..yikes! I was a mess!
There is a store local to me that is locally owned, and the owner sells bobble heads of all kinds — but mostly comic type. He says they sell very well. Apparently they are a success. Not exactly what you are talking about, but kind of relevent.
@Sheila – wheres my pic, sugar face?
Instead of giving him a good head job, I think she gave him a big head job.