bellulah wrote:you know those polo shirts with the little logos on the chest, like off centered over your nipples? yeah, well, wear one of those for 8 hours and it'll rub your nips raw.

i have often been known to counteract this problem by placing a band-aid over my areola.

These are strange lengths to go to wear Polo shirts.

I had a linguistics class in an old wood-floored room that was steeply terraced with every row of seats just below the next as you entered. Like an amphitheatre. I did not know anyone in this class. Nary an acquaintance.

One day I arrived almost late and all the upper seats were taken so I made my way down the steep steps and placed myself squarely in the middle of a section of empty seats in the left lower-most area of the room. About 45 minutes into an exceedingly dull eighty minute lecture by a soft-spoken academic I leaned forward in my seat to stretch and let out the greatest ripper of my life. It surprised me so much that I shrieked and kind of jumped up off my chair. Perhaps yelped would be more appropriate. What a fart I tell you! It reverberated like a wet cannon blast in a cave.

I was mortified, but there was no way in hell I could pack up my books and walk up red-faced to the top of the classroom to escape. So, instead, I started to giggle. All alone in the bottom left corner of a lecture hall I convulsed with suppressed laughter.

A nightmare I tell you.

I leaned forward in my seat to stretch and let out the greatest ripper of my life. It surprised me so much that I shrieked and kind of jumped up off my chair. Perhaps yelped would be more appropriate. What a fart I tell you! It reverberated like a wet cannon blast in a cave.

What was the response of the softly spoken academic giving the lecture? By the way, how old were you?

Something worthy finally comes to mind!

Grade 9 band trip.

First night: Not being able to supress the urge, I proceeded to masturbate while sharing a bed with a fellow student, in a room of four. I thought I could be silent enough. Yeah, well, after a minute or so I hear "Guys, do any of you feel the bed shaking?" Ha ha, good times. The guy next to me in the bed turned out to be gay.

Second night: Made good with some girls and decided to sleep in their room, on the floor. 4:30am I wake up and it looks as if *drum roll* I've wet myself. No idea what happened there, maybe the subject of cruel teen experiment? Maybe no? Either way, no one was awake so I just went back to my room and never spoke of it.

flyinghouses wrote:

I leaned forward in my seat to stretch and let out the greatest ripper of my life. It surprised me so much that I shrieked and kind of jumped up off my chair. Perhaps yelped would be more appropriate. What a fart I tell you! It reverberated like a wet cannon blast in a cave.

What was the response of the softly spoken academic giving the lecture? By the way, how old were you?

13.

Maria wrote:before i knew it i was giving someone who was supposedly my friend a blow job.

Dontcha just hate it when that happens?!

As for me and my private shame, let's just say I got busted jerking off in Spanish class in high school...twice...you'd think I would've learned my lesson the first time, but no...

[How sad is it that I'm posting on this board on a Saturday night?! Kill me, kill me now.]

Joseph, you may be posting, but I be reading. Oh yeah.

Joseph wrote:

Maria wrote:before i knew it i was giving someone who was supposedly my friend a blow job.

Dontcha just hate it when that happens?!

As for me and my private shame, let's just say I got busted jerking off in Spanish class in high school...twice...you'd think I would've learned my lesson the first time, but no...

[How sad is it that I'm posting on this board on a Saturday night?! Kill me, kill me now.]

yanking it in class?!
incredible!

What's really remarkable (and remarkably pathetic) is that I used to masturbate in class pretty much every single day before I got busted (twice). That means I got away with it like one hundred times. Good times, great oldies.

whats awesome is imagining both the girl sitting next to you like "i wont look im not looking....oh crap i looked" and imagining you walking around with jiz all over the inside of your pants for the rest of the day.