Oh man, I have a great story on this.
When in Argentina, I ended up sharing a room with two men from Jersey Shore. Now, I know this meant something but I didn't know what exactly... it didn't take long to find out. The very first thing that one of them said to me was:
"Hey man, check this out. Last night, I was ******* this chick so hard, my **** started bleeding

"
"......?!"
"Hi, I'm Brian"
I felt like I should bleach my hand after that shake.
I must confess, when they were on your side, they were great fun, intentionally and unintentionally. They had some very tall stories. Some were classic. My favourite one that had me laughing was:
"Hey man, check this out. This one time, I was in this bar. And there was this girl and I was like "oh man I so I have to close" so I went over there and I tried to close, but she wasn't giving it any so I couldn't close. And I was trying to close, but she still wasn't digging me. I was thinking about how to close and then heh, check this out, I gave her some amazing chat, and then I closed

"
Anyway, back to the point. We all went on a night out that I can barely remember except the end. They both stormed into the dawn at about 5am waking up the remaining 10 of us as they thrusted the lights on. Everyone was very unamused, with the exception of me who was still drunk, so I was smirking. They had brought with them two girls and then proceeded to try to have sex with them on the bunks, bunks which I might add had people on that had just been woken up. Essentially, I was laughing so hard at how miserable it was, watching them have sex over the other side of the room that one of the girls ran out crying. The others continued and I semi-watched on with my friend from England - "no, surely not? seriously?.... nooooooo

". The festivities were put to a quick end after an irish gentlemen informed them that if they didn't pack it in he was going to rip off both of their heads. There were no fishfingers involved in this statement, this irish guy was the real deal. She ran away embarrassed and I collapsed into sleep.
The next day, everyone in the room was rightly peeved off to the nth degree. Irish man had the eye lazers on them, it was pretty tense actually. I must confess I did find it all slightly amusing. The Irish gentleman said "yeah it's funny for you being all the way over there, you weren't right next to it". I would find out how true this would be the following night. Being hungover as hell, I decided to stay in and get a better night's sleep (well, try at least, the hostel was above a very noisy porn cinema...). At 5am the doors burst open and once again the 2 for Jersey Shore had brought back with them two ladies, this time of the British variety. Everyone woke up again, the lights went on. Being entirely sobre, I wasn't very pleased and things took a nosedive as I realised that one of them had moved into the bunk next to mine
These beds were close.
Really close, you could barely walk between them. I could have reached over and joined in, hell they probably would have been game. Honestly, it was horrendously awkward and uncomfortable. I was screwed up in a ball under my covers trying to think of something else. Eventually me and my friend protested that they should go into the bathroom - we were told to "**** off". Our protests grew louder and more aggressive. A threat of violence was made, but still, onwards it went. It came to the point where we actually had to
be violent if we wanted this to stop and ultimately, we decided it wasn't worth it. But we still had an ace up our sleeve.... I made an enquiry:
"So....... what's her
name?"
This was enough to make them stop dead. He clearly didn't know and she looked somewhat disappointed, straddled on top of him. But then, to my absolute horror, she muttered 'never mind' and carried on! This British girl had absolutely no self-respect. This was the bottom of the bin of humanity in-front of me. I again curled up into a ball, totally defeated. One last moment of 'looking back at it now humour' occured. He bellowed loudly into a room "Uhhhh, hey, maybe we should be using a condom.....". She replied, practically into my ear: "....nuuuuuh, really? Do we have to? Really?"


It was a good job we left the next day before they were up, because Irish man and my friend were good for a fight. One of the worst moments of my life, but oh dear, in hindsight one of the funniest
