Beat the Clock

[RkyMtnHigh 0]

My company is taking the computer access down tonight at 8pm EST (one more hour) until 8 am tomorrow...so let's play "beat the clock"

Whatever random conversations you decide is kuhlio to me

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[Girlfalldown 0]

One time, when I was a teenager, I stepped on a nail and it went about an inch into my heel. I had to pull it out with plyers. It took me about an hour.

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(Do not, I repeat DO NOT, take my posts seriously.)

[BGill 0]

my mom stepped on a slug with her bare feet once... it made a cool mushy sound

[RkyMtnHigh 0]

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One time, when I was a teenager, I stepped on a nail and it went about an inch into my heel. I had to pull it out with plyers. It took me about an hour.

So this one time, at band camp...

I jumped in a lake and my foot hit a wire crab trap..it sliced the bottom of my foot open and barnacles were in the wound. My parents and their friends poured whiskey on the wound to disinfect it.

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[FallingOsh 0]

I was in the Bahamas a couple of years ago with some frat brothers for spring break. It was an all-inclusive hotel so we were about 11 sheets to the wind by 9 o'clock.

Me and a pledge brother met some girls and spent the rest of the night in deep, alcohol induced converstaion discussing things like sand and where bubbles come from.

[This spaced filled with fuzziness]

I was in my hotel room about to get in the shower when there was a knock. I thought it was my pledge brother, so I took my time getting to the door. The other two guys staying with us were already passed out, one in each bed. When I answered the door, it was the two fine young women with good morals and sound judgement. They were obviously wasted, so naturally I invited them in.

I explained that my friend would be back soon and they should wait for him in the shower with me. It must have sounded like a good idea.

[fuzzy again]

So I'm in the shower with two chicks doing what anyone in that situation would do, when my friend decides its a good time to come back. I take one to my bed and he takes the other. Keep in mind there is one passed out frat guy already in each bed. We commence doing what anyone in that situation would do, being careful not to stir the sleeping fratty. After we get done, I can hear the converation in the next bed. It goes something like this.

Girl: Hey, I want to do something
Fratty: What?
Girl: Well, um, will you pee on me.
Me: [stiffled laughing into my pillow]
Fratty: Uh... yeah ok sure

Fratty runs to the bathroom and chugs some water. He lays a towl down under her and climbs back on. A few short grunts from fratty later, our little girl is moaning with happiness in her new warm blanket. And don't forget passed out guy still laying right there within splatter distance.

[fuzzy times]

We wake up the next morning and immediately reach for the left over liquor on the bedside table to help stop the pain. We giggle a little about the events but then screech in horror. There were stains on the sheet. Not pee stains. Not poop stains. Girl stains.

Remember the fuzzy part before the shower? It suddenly came back to me in one terrible momment. The two girls had taken out their stoppers before joining me... leaving them unplugged for the romp in the bed. His sheets looked like the wall of a cave man's place... streaks and weird shapes strewn about. We later referred to the incident as 'finger painting.' There were more bodily fluids in that bed than in Michael Jackson's. He and I thought it was disturbingly hilarious while our previously passed out friends weren't so amused.

We called the maid and ordered more drinks.

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Stay positive and love your life.

[RkyMtnHigh 0]

Now THAT is a real "....so this one time at band camp" story if I ever heard one!

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