Originally Posted by 2worlds

So one time I was heading out to my friends party, the kind of high school party that involves certain activities I'm not allowed to talk about here. So I go to the party with only one intention, getting laid. Anyone who knows anything about your average HS girls knows that if you can play guitar, that pretty much quadruples your chances of getting into a girls pants, so I bring my $900 Gibson Les Paul to his house, and planned on jamming a bit there (he had an amplifier at his house) and hoping to impress some ladies.

After a few hours, some substances later, and some guitar playing later eventually I hook up with this girl and we go off for some privacy, and of course I don't bring my gibson with me, I leave it in his living room. Mission complete, I got laid that night, yay. I wake up the next morning and plan on leaving soon after (too lazy to help with the clean up, I know I'm a douche) so I go to the living room and MY FUCKING GIBSON IS GONE. I spend hours looking for it, but it was pretty clear someone took it.

So I go home in a fit of anger, my favorite guitar is gone, etc. and I dunno what to do. Eventually I get a text from my friend two days after basically explaining to me that some guy got really wasted apparently, and took the guitar home with him for whatever reason, and the guy wanted to know my phone/address to give it back.

Eventually the guy swings around 2 or 3 hours later and gives me my Gibson back (thank god). I ask him if he wants anything, like a soda or something, just to show how grateful I am. After a while he says, "well I need about tree fiddy." It was around this time I realized that the guy who gave me my guitar back was 8 stories tall and a crustacean from the paleolithic era. "Damnit Loch Ness monster, I ain't givin' you no tree fiddy!" I said to him as he swam away into the distance.

Originally Posted by 2worlds

So one time I was heading out to my friends party, the kind of high school party that involves certain activities I'm not allowed to talk about here. So I go to the party with only one intention, getting laid. Anyone who knows anything about your average HS girls knows that if you can play guitar, that pretty much quadruples your chances of getting into a girls pants, so I bring my $900 Gibson Les Paul to his house, and planned on jamming a bit there (he had an amplifier at his house) and hoping to impress some ladies.

After a few hours, some substances later, and some guitar playing later eventually I hook up with this girl and we go off for some privacy, and of course I don't bring my gibson with me, I leave it in his living room. Mission complete, I got laid that night, yay. I wake up the next morning and plan on leaving soon after (too lazy to help with the clean up, I know I'm a douche) so I go to the living room and MY FUCKING GIBSON IS GONE. I spend hours looking for it, but it was pretty clear someone took it.

So I go home in a fit of anger, my favorite guitar is gone, etc. and I dunno what to do. Eventually I get a text from my friend two days after basically explaining to me that some guy got really wasted apparently, and took the guitar home with him for whatever reason, and the guy wanted to know my phone/address to give it back.

Eventually the guy swings around 2 or 3 hours later and gives me my Gibson back (thank god). I ask him if he wants anything, like a soda or something, just to show how grateful I am. After a while he says, "well I need about tree fiddy." It was around this time I realized that the guy who gave me my guitar back was 8 stories tall and a crustacean from the paleolithic era. "Damnit Loch Ness monster, I ain't givin' you no tree fiddy!" I said to him as he swam away into the distance.