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Originally posted by AThousandYoungOkay, but I suspect I'll be the only asss to confess.
No, you should go first.
I once went out with my parents, and had way too many.
Had a trip to the ladies' room.
Wobbled back out, and through the long expanse of the bar, back to our table.
My mother, through boisterous laughter, informed me that many eyes were on my arse as I walked back. Then she told me why.
I had tucked the bottom of my skirt, into the top of my underwear.
Not recommended.
In my former life as an outlaw biker, one evening in Daytona Beach (Bike Week) found me and two friends at PJ's, a great bar on the strip. After far too many drinks of unknown content, somehow, I found myself prostrate on the sidewalk outside, seemingly using the girth of a huge planter as a defensive position against blotto attack by the same friends.
Eyes tightly closed to protect against any intruding reality, a very odd sensation overcame me as I felt my feet quickly warming. I could barely move but opened my eyes enough to see a good friend pissing all over my boots, laughing his fool ass off.
I had the last laugh. They were his boots. He was wearing sandals and had loaned my his boots earlier when a bootnail stuck up through the heel of mine. Drunken lout had forgotten all about that little detail. 😉
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In 1967 I was on an extended 3 week vacation in Europe (3 weeks turned into 14 months) and met up with some Scottish friends in a place called Lleorette (sp) de mar on the Costa Brava.Well they were on a tour and one of the things arranged was a night out at a castle or something off the main beach that included all the Champagne(cheap) that you could drink.To make a long story short since I wasn't on the tour I had to pay the equivilant of about $2 (Cdn) in order to go along. Well suffice to say we consumed copious amounts of the bubbly and got quite wasted. On the way back to our hotel one of the guys thought he'd like to take a huge potted palm tree back to Scotland for his wife. Done we picked it up (6 of us) and started for the hotel. Bad move,the Guard Civil were soon on to us and we spent 3 days in the Hoosegow. after which they were put on a flight back to Scotland and I on a train to France.One of many memorable occurences of a great "3 week" vacation.I could write a book 😀
