We were slamming drinks on a random weekday, no fucks given. Started at some dingy café, then rolled into a sweaty, pulsating club. Place was damn near empty, just a ghost town of bad decisions. Wandering around, we spot this lone chick brooding in the corner, looking like she’s got stories to tell. There were three of us, a pack of wolves on the prowl. We sauntered over, threw some smooth lines, and invited her to join the chaos. A few flirty words later, boom, we’re all piling into a steamy sauna, ready to turn up the heat. Decided to go for a wild threesome—hell yeah, she’s game. We head to the back room, where shit’s about to get real.

Everything’s lit, I’m rock hard and raring to go. But then she strips down… and holy shit, I see it. Her lady bits? Man, it’s a fucking nightmare down there—bulging, greasy, like some cursed slug staring back at me. Instant turn-off. My boner dies a tragic death. I’m outta there, quietly grabbing my stuff and bolting for the door, no looking back.

Ladies, for the love of all that’s holy, take care of yourselves. That horrifying snail image is still burned into my damn brain.
#wtf #baddecisions #turnoff #cringe

D21. About a month back, I got roped into a wild ride with my bestie and a couple of her shady acquaintances. Two of them, total strangers, and somehow, after cruising around, we ended up in a damn sauna, of all places. We were already half-sloshed, the night a blurry mess of laughter and bad decisions. Long story short, I ended up screwing one of the guys in the heat of the moment.

Fast forward to now—I took a test, and guess what? It’s positive. Too late to back out with an abortion, the window’s slammed shut. As for that guy, no dice—he’s already crawled back to his ex, leaving me high and dry.

Now I’m stuck mulling over whether to slink back to my old flame, the one I had a long, messy history with. He’s got health issues, can’t have kids of his own, which might work in my favor. We could play happy family, but I’m torn—do I spill the ugly truth about this mess, or keep my trap shut and hope for the best?

😐-Dump the kid in an orphanage once it’s born
👍🏻-Shack up with the ex and fake it
😢-Go solo and raise the little gremlin myself
#unexpectedpregnancy #baddecisions #lifechoices #drama

So, this chick is all hyped up about getting matching tattoos, you know, some cheesy “symbol of our eternal love” bullshit.
We’ve barely been shacking up for 2 months, and she’s already dreaming of ink.
Her boyfriend’s tossing out the idea of slapping “Together” on their wrists like it’s no big deal, while I’m over here freaking the fuck out.
And get this—she’s already got enough tattoos to cover a damn billboard!
Then he’s got the audacity to say, “Hey, it’s not forever. Worst case, we laser that shit off.”
What kind of half-assed, wishy-washy attitude is that toward something supposed to be “timeless”?

Should I even say yes to this madness?

😐 - Sure, why not
👍 - Fuck no, hard pass
#TattooRegret #LoveAndInk #baddecisions #relationshipdrama

My buddy P22 decided to dive into the shady courier gig—you know exactly what kind I’m talking about. I tried to talk him out of it, but he’s stubborn as hell, claiming he desperately needs the cash. And for what, you ask? Well, fuck, he’s got this wild dream of ditching everything and partying his ass off across Southeast Asia—think Thailand, Indonesia, the whole damn vibe. Anyway, he’s been at it for a week now, says he’ll quit soon... but come on, folks, help me drag his sorry ass out of this mess before it’s too late.

😐 - Eh, it’s not the worst idea, why stop him?
👍 - If he keeps this up, he’s headed straight for the slammer.
#shadybusiness #riskylife #southeastasia #baddecisions