An Ode To The Girl Who Breaks Your Dry Spell, Otherwise Known As The Slumpbuster

An Ode To the Slumpbuster

Let’s say it’s been a while. A while since what? You know what. Since you took a trip to the boneyard. Since you tossed your sausage down the flower hole. Since you got a floozy to uncook your spaghetti. Sex, people. We’re talking about sex. Fucking. It’s okay to admit it–this is a safe place. Okay fine, this is one of the most unsafe places ever, but we’ve all been there, so no shame. Sometimes you fall into what could be considered a slump, and in order to really break your way out of it, you just need a quick, easy option that clears out the tubes. I’m referring to going for a slumpbuster.

Most of you already know what I’m talking about, but for those of you who don’t, a slumpbuster is a person you sleep with who wouldn’t ordinarily live up to your sexual standards. Because you’re desperate? Partly. Sometimes it just comes down to the simple fact that you haven’t done the no pants dance in a while, and you’re fine with doing it with basically anyone. But more often, it’s more complex than that. Sometimes you need a little boost, just to get your mojo back. I can’t really put my finger on how it works, but just the act of having sex with one girl can lead to dozens of girls wanting to have sex with you. I don’t know if it’s mystical or biological, I just know it works.

Here’s what you do. Once you’ve identified that you’re in a slump, you need to immediately tell your friends. Chances are, they know of some girl who thinks you’re cute and will probably shimmy up your beanpole if you invite her to the next party. You also need to clue them in so they don’t mistakenly try to “save” you when they see you going upstairs with a girl of questionable pedigree. There is a very fine line between grenades and slumpbusters, and if your friends aren’t warned ahead of time, they may ruin the busting of your slump by trying to dive on what they perceive to be a dangerous situation. Following so far?

So how does this work? What are the rules? The first is simple: don’t be a dick. Just because you’re sleeping with someone you wouldn’t ordinarily go for, it doesn’t mean you get to be a douche about the whole thing. Slumpbusters are basically the romantic equivalent of pinto beans. No one wants pinto beans for dinner, but if that’s all that’s in the pantry, then you’re eating fucking pinto beans, and you will like them. Remember, everyone deserves to eventually meet someone who thinks they’re gourmet mac and cheese. One man’s slumpbuster is another man’s mother of his children. The stereotype is that slumpbusters are fat chicks, which is an oversimplification. In reality, I’ve noticed that slumpbusters are usually crazy girls. You know, the ones who everyone knows are trouble, and ordinarily, you wouldn’t make the mistake of sleeping with one of them? You’re committing to a few things by going down this road, and one of which is risking your emotional sanity. A barrage of late-night texts will be sent your way in the following weeks, and if you’re not careful, you’ll end up going back to the well after your slump has been busted. It’s a terrible idea, but no one will hold it against you, because everyone else has done it, too.

Here’s what’s hilarious, though. You could be someone’s slumpbuster, too. Oh, you’re too great of a catch for that to be true? Sure thing, pal. Think about it. Girls fall into slumps sometimes, too. Oh, right, any girl can get laid at any time if she really wants to? That’s not entirely true, but let’s follow that premise for a bit. Has a girl ever come on a little strong or basically laughed at every joke you made, and then left the next morning only to never speak to you again about it? You might’ve thought you were just “in the zone” that night, but let’s face it, you’re not that good-looking or funny. It almost seemed too easy. You busted her slump. Girls don’t have one-night stands with guys they’re into. If she actually liked you, she would have followed up, and even if she just wanted to make it a casual thing, she would have at least texted you back. If it was bangarang and see ya later, you were a slumpbuster, my friend.

The fact is, everyone needs to bust a slump every now and then. It’s not mean to have sex with someone you ordinarily wouldn’t consider having relations with for the sake of getting back into the groove of things, just like it isn’t shameful to bust someone’s slump. At the end of the day, both parties get laid, right? So let’s have a moment of appreciation for the girls we’ve slept with in the past who helped us nut out of our ruts. They might not have leading lady potential, but they’re heroes all the same. The next time you have to dip into the questionable pool and fuck your way out of a slump, do the gentlemanly thing and make sure she gets off, too. We’re assholes, not animals.

  1. JerryJones

    This was very nice of you, Sterling. I’m sure Dorn’s sister will appreciate it.

    11 years ago at 3:49 pm
      1. smashburgerbk

        You are right. I have better things to do like fucking your Dad and letting him blow me afterward. That dude is weird. #buttstuff2014

        11 years ago at 4:42 pm
      2. LouFerrigno

        Why don’t you log off the computer and maybe go back to your coloring books for awhile?

        11 years ago at 4:59 pm
      3. Yung Frock

        Bold move going with fucking his dad instead of his mom. Didn’t work out for you.

        11 years ago at 11:57 pm
  2. Frock_Itch

    It’s about damn time somebody gave the slumpbuster some recognition. Nice work, Sterling.

    11 years ago at 3:59 pm
  3. Rufus

    Should’ve waited til after Christmas Break to write this. I’ll be craving a slutdumpster in 3 weeks

    11 years ago at 4:09 pm
    1. TheyCallMeNatty

      Preach it, Rufus. I’ve already got a girl waiting the moment I get back on campus. It’s going to be some sloppy genital to genital contact. Until then, thank God for Pornhub

      11 years ago at 11:41 pm
  4. luckofthedraw

    Sounds like Sterling was writing this in attempts to persuade Hotpiece to accept disappointment

    11 years ago at 4:12 pm
  5. hall

    ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
    Not a creature was stirring, not even the blacked out brother on the couch;
    The condoms were placed on bedside tables with care,
    In hopes that a horny DG soon would be there;
    The pledges were nestled all snug in their cellar;
    Each praying that he wouldn’t be chosen to be Pledge Hellen Keller;
    And Petey with his whiskey, and I with my Coors,
    Had just settled down to watch the Christmas Eve whores,
    When out on the lawn there arose such a noise,
    louder than the moans of Dorn with twelve boys.
    I couldn’t care less because I was high on hash,
    And a girl named Mandi had just thrown open her sash.
    Beneath it lay two breasts perky and aglow;
    the sight made something happen in my pants below.
    When at the door suddenly did appear,
    Another brother with a case of more beer,
    With a few bonged down so lively and quick,
    To the girls I was yelling “If I pull it out, will you lick?”
    More rapid than eagles their answer did come:
    “We’ll do anything you want for the proper sum!
    We’ll lick! we’ll spit! we’ll gobble and swallow!
    In our flexible pleasures we want you to wallow!
    On the top of the porch! up against the wall!
    We’ll fuck out your brains in positions all!”
    As pledges before a paddle do tremble and wail,
    I before these women suddenly felt quite frail:
    I could have asked for anything and they would have known what to do,
    They would have used whips, and leather, and strange toys too—
    They would have done doggy on the slant of the roof
    And gladly spread their legs for a goat’s hairy hoof.
    As I turned in my head possibilities all around,
    Down to the floor their panties fell with a bound.
    They had not hair nor fur from eyebrow to foot,
    And their skin was clean and soft with no soot;
    A bundle of joy I soon felt in my groin,
    Which me happy that this fraternity I decided to join;
    Their eyes—how they twinkled! those back dimples, so merry!
    Their ass cheeks were like roses, their noses like a cherry!
    Their droll little mouths were drawn up like a bow,
    And their titties bounced in the light like falling snow;
    The hilt of a whip one held tight in her teeth,
    And they began to encircle us like a large wreath;
    One with a cute face and tight little belly,
    Grabbed me where I keep my baby-making jelly.
    She was skinny and sexy, a right jolly naughty elf,
    And I laughed as she did so, in spite of myself;
    A wink of her eye and a twist of her head
    Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
    We went to my room, and she went straight to work,
    ripping off my pants and starting to jerk,
    And I looked at her face over her nose,
    I gave a nod, and like a chimney I rose;
    I yelped and hollered and gave a fine whistle,
    And shot out a long, pearly white missile.
    She said “that quick?”, and ran out of sight—
    As I lay back down in drunken satisfaction, I ere falling asleep called out:
    “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

    11 years ago at 4:57 pm
    1. soldier_for_freedom

      Honestly you need to become a writer, other then jtrain and Sterling you may be the best writer on here.

      11 years ago at 7:52 pm