My girlfriend was drugged

[asofel]

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Guys who drug women and rape them should be drugged and left in the prison yard on the first day of their sentence.

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i agree

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The videotapes should be sent to Fox News and all their family members.

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blarg,

are you going to do a "10,000th post"? if so i'm getting the popcorn ready and freeing up that night...

[daryn]

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Guys who drug women and rape them should be drugged and left in the prison yard on the first day of their sentence.

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i agree

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The videotapes should be sent to Fox News and all their family members.

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blarg,

are you going to do a "10,000th post"? if so i'm getting the popcorn ready and freeing up that night...

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blarg is too good a poster to do that

[gonores]

That sucks, but in the nature of OOT, I'll 1-up you. I am practically certain I ingested GHB no more than a week or two ago.

These two girls from the midwest come out to Vegas. My buddy is seeing one of them, and asks me to look after them (make sure they have fun, but not too much fun). Since

- I rarely get to travel in packs where the number of hot girls in my group outnumber the guys
- They were looking for a way to show their gratitude to me for being such a good tour guide (because showing hot girls around Vegas such a chore), and
- I wasn't really allowed to touch them

I decided to use the girls as currency to bounce right in to Tao at the Venetian. Life is good, I buy the girls drinks, and next thing you know, this guy asks the girls if they would like to go upstairs to the VIP room. The girls are naive and are afraid of things in Vegas labeled "VIP" and are apprehensive to accept. I tell them the VIP room is a good place. The guy tells them Jamie Pressley (sp?) is having her birthday party up there. He looks at me and tells me there is an open bar. This sounded like a good idea.

We stumble upstairs (well, I stumbled...I was drunk). I go to the bar and order a round for us. I take the drinks back to the girls and start talking to them, since I am a good host. Much to our chagrin, we don't see Jaime Pressley or anyone else we recognize. Oh well, drinks are free. I pound my drink because I know protocol for an open bar. Melissa finishes her cosmo right behind me and tells Tara she needs to go to the bathroom. Tara is in the middle of some conversation with me, but follows her as soon as I shut my liquor hole. I polish off her half-finished Long Island and go to the bar to reload for all three of us. After that, I don't remember much, but Melissa said Tara and I incredibly out of character for the rest of the night. Moments later, I was allegedly sitting outside Tao completely ignoring some cute and concerned girl who was inquiring about my current health. Melissa then found me and took the three of us looking for a cab stand. At some point in the night, I apparently was on the strip trying to hail a cab from the middle lane of traffic, insisting my way was faster than going to the cab stand. In the cab home, I offered my dissertation on the structural engineering marvel that is the Venetian (I don't know a thing about structural engineering).

Anywho, I woke up on the hotel room floor. Thank God the girls didn't take advantage of me in my altered state...how terrible would that have been? After hearing a semi-sober recount of the previous evening, the girls went home the next day and Tara took a test and tested positive for GHB. Even though I laughed it off with the girls and have no problem telling people I was date-raped, I was pretty pissed at myself for letting that happen. Suffice to say, my eye is going to be a little more wary from this point on.

[highlife]

nice story, but how is this any different than how people act when they are completely ripped?

[asofel]

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nice story, but how is this any different than how people act when they are completely ripped?

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i believe the completely ignoring some cute and concerned girl who was inquiring about my current health part would be a little different if he was just ripped...

[wonderwes]

That is a crazy story. I think I speak for all of OOT, I hope you find the bastards that did this. The press will be a huge resource to use. They probably do better investiagtion than the police. Use the newspaper first, then any TV. The newspaper will post the story, then every single news agency in your area will try to contact you so they can get an interview (Local news loves raitings). Because if this happened to you and your friends, odds are the same people have tried or plan to in the future, pull this off again.

GHB will mess you up even with no alcohol. Hope you can get some resolution to this. Good luck man.

[gonores]

I'm a very distinctive character when I am drunk...I'm sure people will vouch for me on this. I don't ignore girls, I'm a capable enough drunk to not stand in traffic, and if I'm going to lie while drunk, I'll find a better topic than the Venetian. I didn't flirt in any way, shape or form with either of my guests. And most importantly, I usually have a good memory of my night when I wake up. I totally blacked out that night.

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wes,

I met gonores once when at the wynn months ago. TT, NLSoldier, Bugstud and others were in attendance. Lets just the say the "very distinctive character" line is him being modest. I seem to remember a rather loud "this is definitely not a triple vodka redbull!!"....he then hands her a pile of $1 chips (had to be at least $20-$30) and goes back to playing 4-8 crazy pineapple with his wynn card permanently plastered to his forehead [img]/images/graemlins/grin.gif[/img]

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Thank God the girls didn't take advantage of me in my altered state...how terrible would that have been?

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My guess is they tried, but couldn't get you up because of your drugged state.

[lapoker17]

that stuff is nuts.

when i was 21 i was living in chicago. it was a wild time of my life. anyway, there was this mini-cartel of young drug dealers and i somehow wound up being friends with one of them. one night, i see him out at crobar (this was 10 years ago when it was actually cool) and i shake his hand and he puts this vial of clear liquid in my hand. i knew it was ghb, but had never done it before. so i went into the bathroom and opened up the vial and slugged it down. i walked about 50 feet before everything got really really slow.

i saw him at the bar, and i said "that tasted like sht". he said, "dude, you're supposed to mix it in a drink, how much did you take". "all of it" i replied incredulously. "you're supposed to put a few drops in a drink, are you ok".

at this point i decide i need to get home, so i walk out of the club. i lived at division and astor for anyone who knows chicago. i guess i started walking home. at 7am i came to, walking around in lincoln park with no shirt on. i had been wearing a suit the night before. the city was heading off to work, the bus stops were crowded, the streets as well. and im walking around miles from home, without a shirt.

i did it one other time, with proper dosing, and i had a blast.