My mum is a prof. therapeutic and sports masseur. Many years ago when she was a student she didn’t have an office, but had to practice her practicals somewhere – my room. Her friend was getting a massage while I was doing my homework. All of a sudden she asked my mum what she would do if a guy got a bit too relaxed. It took me a while to stop laughing and poor mum was all red-faced.
Some of the stories she tells me…let’s just say I don’t want to be in that profession.
I was visiting my out of town girlfriend at her parents house over a long weekend.
Now I don’t know why, but when I travel, I get a little “bound up”. So on day 3 of my trip, I’m getting ready to go out to dinner with my gal and the call comes, conveniently, while I’m in the shower.
The cable I laid was epic! Largest I have ever seen to this day, by me or any other human!
I proudly resumed my shower, got ready, and we had a wonderfully romantic evening.
The next morning at breakfast, her father asked the entire household seated at the table, “who left that monster s**t in the upstairs can yesterday? It took me a half-a-friggin hour to bust up and flush!”
I quickly and sheepishly admitted to the crime, as there was no way I could have her 80 year old grandmother take the rap for something that was easily a large fraction of her total size.
He father did not talk to me the rest of my stay and I was never invited to visit again.
Speaking from experience, being a teacher and having to make a deposit about ten minutes into a one hour class is enough to make you consider a career change.
In junior high school. Don’t know how it is now, but back then they took the doors off the stalls to stamp out smoking in the boy’s room.
Just a real bad scene…
….but as far as I remember, the worst time I’ve ever experienced such an urge, was back in junior high, during a trip to a foreign land.
In London, UK.
On top of the freakin St-Paul’s cathedral.
Classic “foreign food is bad for bowel” case.
But you’re on top of a 530-step stairway, leading to a cathedral nave…
I can just imagine number 2…
lol @ Melissa. . . number 2! lol feel like im in jr high again!
My mum is a prof. therapeutic and sports masseur. Many years ago when she was a student she didn’t have an office, but had to practice her practicals somewhere – my room. Her friend was getting a massage while I was doing my homework. All of a sudden she asked my mum what she would do if a guy got a bit too relaxed. It took me a while to stop laughing and poor mum was all red-faced.
Some of the stories she tells me…let’s just say I don’t want to be in that profession.
lmao Ana here in the south thats part of the “massage” and its done most of the time by asians
I was visiting my out of town girlfriend at her parents house over a long weekend.
Now I don’t know why, but when I travel, I get a little “bound up”. So on day 3 of my trip, I’m getting ready to go out to dinner with my gal and the call comes, conveniently, while I’m in the shower.
The cable I laid was epic! Largest I have ever seen to this day, by me or any other human!
I proudly resumed my shower, got ready, and we had a wonderfully romantic evening.
The next morning at breakfast, her father asked the entire household seated at the table, “who left that monster s**t in the upstairs can yesterday? It took me a half-a-friggin hour to bust up and flush!”
I quickly and sheepishly admitted to the crime, as there was no way I could have her 80 year old grandmother take the rap for something that was easily a large fraction of her total size.
He father did not talk to me the rest of my stay and I was never invited to visit again.
Speaking from experience, being a teacher and having to make a deposit about ten minutes into a one hour class is enough to make you consider a career change.
In junior high school. Don’t know how it is now, but back then they took the doors off the stalls to stamp out smoking in the boy’s room.
Just a real bad scene…
ROTFLOL @ Milwaukee Mike!
Oral sex
Milwaukee Mike, did you just forget to flush in your excitement for dinner?
I have to agree with #1 on a general basis…
….but as far as I remember, the worst time I’ve ever experienced such an urge, was back in junior high, during a trip to a foreign land.
In London, UK.
On top of the freakin St-Paul’s cathedral.
Classic “foreign food is bad for bowel” case.
But you’re on top of a 530-step stairway, leading to a cathedral nave…