Wheely wrote:When I was in high school, I used to tell my parents that I was spending the night with a friend, but in reality I would just stay out all night. Once, I think I was a junior, I went to a huge party under a railroad bridge and got wasted and stayed up all night. I have a very vivid memory of driving around on country roads the next morning, shortly after the sun had risen, still a little drunk. My girlfriend was sleeping in the back seat and a friend was sleeping in the passenger seat. Everything was very quiet except for Poison's "Every Rose Has It's Thorn" was playing on the stereo. (it was my girlfriend's cassette). I remember singing along in a low voice, thinking "this is a very important moment in my life".

It may have been.

Brett Eugene Ralph wrote:

steve wrote:Those pants look like bloomers.

They sure do "bloom" when Mrs. Albini's around.

Eksvplot wrote:when i was nine i thought that a blow job entailed simply peeing into the mouth of another person. my best friend Mike thought it meant someone literally blowing on a dick.