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