Last weekend I was hanging out with my friend who was dating a chubby chick. She was the classic drunk mistake type fat chick, where she had a cute face, and as I drank and drank, I started hyping that idea up in my head, and overlooking her fatness, which was the unfortunate kind that doesn't even give her nice junk in the trunk. We all got super duper wasted, then we went back to his place, and he busted out a nitrous tank. I usually am not that into that, but was really really drunk, and was down to put whatever was given to me into my body. My friend passes out after a little but of the ol' laughing gas, and me and the chubby chick keep taking nitrous, and start kind of feeling on eachother when we were high on it. Then we started making out. Then he woke up, and started swearing a lot at both of us. He told me to go up stairs (he lives in the basement) to the main room, and started yelling at her. I should have taken it as my cue to leave, but instead I just went up to the living room, started taking bong rips, and popped in a vhs of half baked. About 20 minutes in I started to sober up, and realized that it probably wouldn't be a good idea to spend the night there as I originally planned. Got up and skated out the door. As I got about a block away, I heard him screaming at me, and knew it was the right move. The next day he was still kind of pissed, and started talking shit to his roommates, all of whom are friends of mine, about the incident. I don't know what is more embarassing to know that they know, the fact that I was hooking up with his semi-girlfriend (but its one of three girlfriends he claims) while I was wasted, or the fact that it was that fat chick. We smoothed things over since. I hope this story of fat women and trashy drugs makes you all feel a little uneasy.