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Duncan wrote:This one time, at band camp...
Peartree12249 wrote:Oh boy I've got lots of them! I was in college from 1970 to 1974. Let me see there is the time a bunch of us dropped acid and drove around the back roads of rural Wisconsin. I'm surprised the driver could even tell where the road was. Or there was the time I was hitchhiking a ride when I was in college. I was going into town to look for a job. I was picked up by a swarthy looking Italian man in a black Cadillac with IL plates who was from Chicago (Read mob) he asked me where I was going and I told him I was going to this restaurant to look for a job. He asked me what I was willing to do. In my 18 year old Catholic schoolgirl naivete I replied "Oh anything" (Pretty dumb huh!) So he says "Oh you're such a beautiful girl have you ever considered making movies?" Finally the light bulb came on and I realized what he was talking about. So I said no and I wasn't interested in becoming a prostitute either. He stopped at a red light and I got the hell out of the car. And then there was the time I drank 14 shots of tequila in 45 min. There's more, but you get the idea. When I think back it's a miracle I survived.
Peartree12249 wrote:Since I'm no longer 18, unless you're planning to make a horror movie or one of those pics about wacky seniors I think you'd better find someone else.
No Surprize wrote:Where do I start? Maybe from the time I was just a kid and the state of Florida was still unspoiled. Lot's of swamp, creepy ass forrest with moss hanging from old oak trees etc. When we (my friends, some I know what happen to, others I haven't a clue of their whereabouts), all were around 8 to 12, we would go into what we called "The pasture". Lot's of land with trees, a marsh that if you braved to cross it went to an island. We use to go out there with our BB guns and kill snakes and the occasional squirrel, but mostly snakes cause there were a shitload of them. Anyway this one time we ventured way down deep into the pasture and came upon this fucking house out in the middle of BFE. Never seen it before, had no clue, none of us that it was there. Old, built of wood,white peeling paint. So were all there behind trees and what not deciding on if we should go up to it. Well, as kids your braver than fuck and you think your going to live forever anyway, so hey, fuck it. So we started creeping up to the house when all of a sudden like 5 fucking kids come running out that scared the freaking shit out of us. All them were around our age and dressed all rag tag(like we weren't huh) and dirty. Everyone ran like a cheetah far enough away that we felt safe to turn around and look back. That was a fucking mistake. The kids were looking back at their house and pointing in our direction when all of sudden whatever it was(and I say this cause she looked exactly like a fucking witch) came down the steps, hat on her head, white hair and started walking our way. I think we were all about to shit on ourselves by then anyway after seeing this woman straight from Hansel & Gretel. She was saying and I quote, "Come here, don't be afraid" while smiling with some missing teeth at us. We fucking flew out of there like lighting and didn't stop until we hit the fence and cheated sure death! I'll finish the story some other time and will tell what happened to what we thought was the wicked witch. Also, more stories of my crazy youth, times in college and how lucky I am in this game called "Life".
Liam wrote:Used to take my girlfriends to porn shops, and fuck them while watching lesbian porn.![]()
Liam wrote:I think it falls in this category. lol
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