One Damp Night

Tue, 06 Mar 2007 00:00:00 +0000

So, one damp night I had my share of drinks…so what, right? Well, that is what I thought, as I lay in this black plastic bag, sealed at the top with a twist tie, then knotted above that. What the hell was I thinking, knowing I had to get up so early. (Thinking to myself), if I ever get out of this, alive, I will never take another drink, as long as I live. I guess I should start at the beginning. I was sitting at the bar minding my own business, eating some bar nuts in between beers. There were some people on stage using vacuums with regular black plastic bags, suffocating guys that anted up the $120. What a waste of money… that could go for some nice shoes, or a nice dinner with a babe. No, they wasted it by being semi-suffocated, although some of the girls really looked as if they were taking it to the final level. A few of the guys were thrashing inside their deflated bags, enough to where you could see their eye profiles, and teeth. The bags were so tight, they were literally sucking bag in instead of air, and it looked they were really struggling because the bags were holding their limbs so tight.

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One Damp Night