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Man, highschool was pretty awesome.
1) I remember that I had this teacher who taught classes like Photography, Multimedia, video Production, etc etc, and he was so awesome that his classes were full up with like 60 person waiting lists. He would give you the list of work/projects that you were responsible for on the first day of class, and then that was it. You could either work in class, skip class, or go around the school/surrounding area to take footage and photographs. A lot of people took his class just because they thought it would be really chill, and that they would never have to get any work done. This was the exact opposite of the truth; you didn't get your stuff done, you would straight up fail the class. This teacher was really versed in 4chan, memes, and pop culture, so he was pretty much one of us to anyone taking his class. He also coached the track team, which I was pretty heavily involved in during freshman year.
There was this really really hot senior girl that ran the same distances as me, so we would train together during all practices. At the beginning of one of the workouts, we were just sitting around stretching and chatting with everyone, and on that particular day, she was wearing the tightest and shortest jogging shorts in history, making her rear end look even more amazing than it already did. I had kind of drifted away from the group at that point so I wouldn't be noticed while I was staring at this exemplary butt, and I just hear my teacher's voice "Would you hit that?"
Me: "Yeah....."
Him (without cracking a smile): "Me too."
When I think about that now, it's pretty creepy that he was thinking about that.
2) Now in my senior year. It was the first day of school right after the VT shootings had hit the news, and a lot of people were sitting in the Multimedia classroom talking about it. All of a sudden, we hear the door burst open and someone yelling through a megaphone "GET ONN THE GROUNDDD, I AM ARRMMED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" All of us just hit the deck instantly, I crawl under the desk and realize that the finest girl in my year is under the desk with me. She is so scared that she's basically pushing herself into my arms, and I had absolutely no thoughts about her other than acting like the man of the situation. (I attribute that to the fear and adrenaline of the situation, otherwise I might have been thinking about something else.) I wasn't a huge macho dude in highschool, but I played on a few sports teams and was reasonably in with the social scene, so I wasn't really awkward about holding this girl.
I'm lying there for about 5 seconds until I decide to take a peek out from under the desk, to see what we're up against. I see that same teacher holding his track team megaphone with the biggest grin on his face, looking like the cat who ate five canaries. I'm not sure what I exactly did, but I'm pretty sure my jaw hit the floor, and I get out from under the desk, saying something like "holy crap *insert name here*, you scared the shit out of us". He goes "yeah, that's what I was going for" and just walks right into his office, chuckling.
This guy had a pretty messed up sense of humour, but since I had been basically chillin' out in this class since freshman year, I kind of understood that this was his way of gaining acceptance from a bunch of kids in highschool - acting so crazy that everyone has some degree of respect for him. Since his class had dropped to only about 8 people in senior year (the video production curriculum got pretty crazy), none of us reported him or really did anything. We all laughed about it for the rest of the year, after we got over the initial scare.
There was one dude who got mad because he said the joke was in poor taste, and had no respect for the people who had been involved in the VT shootings. I kind of agree with this, but I still laughed since it had been our fault for not recognizing his voice in the first place.
3) During our last track practice, this same crazy teacher wanted to do this thing called the "beer run" with all the graduating seniors who were of age. He did it after hours and off school property, so I think he covered his ass in that respect. Anyway, the challenge was as follows: Chug a beer, run a lap. Six times, with no break in between. He kept an "unofficial, non-school sanctioned" record book of the best times, most all of which were his own, since this dude was an absolute beast when it came to running.
I don't really remember much of it, but it sure must have been funny.....
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Oh I just remembered I have another one:
So in 8th grade we were studying some Shakespeare comedies in english class (Midsummer night's dream, much ado about nothing, etc) and the class had fun pointing out all of the innuendos. for instance, the clown would always talk about a knight's "lance" and stuff.
this was also a time when we were absolutely obsessed with scrubs and family guy. I mean my friends and I could recite every single line from any episode. naturally, every line was some sort of crude joke, and like 8th grade boys, we would say these lines non-stop in class.
One day, towards the end of the year, our teacher finally gets fed up with my friend and tells him to "stop it with those innuendos". to which he responds with "In your endo!" (yes, a scrubs quote). She then asks him if that was meant for her, and that if it was, he should go to the principal. But he just says "no, it was meant for the whole class".
It was hilarious and apparently she didn't even care that much because she just went on with the lesson after that and he was never punished.
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awwwwww  thats really cute (leave out the bit about breaking up next time u tell it  )
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So, this other time I knew this asian girl for about a year and we'd always miraculously have the same lunch period. Lunch was about fifty minutes long, so everyone would eat for the first ten and either go up to the library, or stay in the lunchroom and chat for the rest of the period. I had this clever idea to convince this girl to come with me to the band room after we ate lunch so I could play her music on the guitar. It was empty during our lunch period because apparently the room only had sessions during periods 1, 2, 3 and 8. Period 4 was all clear.
She was really in to acoustic stuff so I just learned some Jack Johnson, and John Mayer songs to sing to her. She also played, so we'd take turns strumming and talk about random things. A few weeks passed and I noticed that I always had a boner when we'd sit together in the band room. I always hid it under the weight of the guitar so she wouldn't notice but this time I decided to be ballsy and let it stand up, fully erect in plain sight.
She played it off well, glanced down to see if it was her imagination or reality a few times, but didn't comment on it or anything that day. The next time we had lunch it was an extended period. Her other asian friend came down with us to the band room that day, so I didn't get a chance to play a song and we kind of just chatted about K-Pop music (which was new at the time.)
Well I went to the bathroom to jackoff because seeing those two asian girls, so cute in their short skirts and innocent as they giggled about Hero JaeJoong and Taeyang, I couldn't stand just sitting there without relieving myself. Under some impression of dignity or second-thoughts I went to the bathroom stopped at the sinks, looked myself in the mirror for a good minute and shook my head in disappointment before going back to them. When I got back the room there they were staring straight at me biting their lips as if they had a secret to share.
I said "whatsup guys?" and the girl's friend nudged her on the shoulder to tell me. She side-eyed her friend and giggled a bit before asking me, "You know, I noticed your erection last time, and me and ____ were wondering if you could show us." More giggling and playful pushing on each other. I was dumbstruck, what the shit!!!! I decided to play it cool with a "uhm, only if you both lift up your shirts."
They obliged, I got harder. I walked from the band room door up to them and before I could release my belt buckle her friend said "Wait! No, can we try?" I choked up on my words but just nodded intently. The friend fumbled with my shorts as the girl just watched and smiled. She looked up at me and asked "Are you ok?" a few times and I just nodded. My legs were shaking uncontrollably, maybe because of the cold from the air-conditioner, but they continued and when they got my shorts off they both used their fingers and sort of poked at my dick, inspecting it curiously.
Day one** ended with some some surface touching, but after a week or two, it got to the point where this "play-time" was habitual for the three of us. The first asian girl and I would even sneak off from the bus stop after school to hide in the stairwell to experiment. At one point I made a squealing sound when she dug her nail into the tip of it and made a swirling motion. Those were the best days of my childhood. High school, you will be missed!
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On February 08 2011 12:53 redoxx wrote:
Oh I just remembered I have another one:
So in 8th grade we were studying some Shakespeare comedies in english class (Midsummer night's dream, much ado about nothing, etc) and the class had fun pointing out all of the innuendos. for instance, the clown would always talk about a knight's "lance" and stuff.
this was also a time when we were absolutely obsessed with scrubs and family guy. I mean my friends and I could recite every single line from any episode. naturally, every line was some sort of crude joke, and like 8th grade boys, we would say these lines non-stop in class.
One day, towards the end of the year, our teacher finally gets fed up with my friend and tells him to "stop it with those innuendos". to which he responds with "In your endo!" (yes, a scrubs quote). She then asks him if that was meant for her, and that if it was, he should go to the principal. But he just says "no, it was meant for the whole class".
It was hilarious and apparently she didn't even care that much because she just went on with the lesson after that and he was never punished.
hehe  some of the kids in my classes were just so insanely funny....honest to god if there was a TV series of some of my classes it would be in everyone's top 5. in the real world you just dont get this kinda stuff happening ive found. i went to a Training Week for work and sillyness and jokes would pop into my head all the freakin time but you just cant voice them or muck around because you need to take your relationships seriously now. if you call your Training Manager Cpt Scarlet or Miss Scarlet instead of Dr. Scarlet or Misses Scarlet, or you call him Mr Cunting instead of Mr Bunting...you're gonna make a lot of people wanna spit on your face and will probably get fired :-/ No FUN!
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Freshmen year of high school (9th grade) we had this health/sexual education class - one class we each had to write up a question, turn it in to the teacher, she would mix them up and redistribute them to the class for a random person to answer.
The question I received was: "How large is an average man's penis?"
Knowing the stereotypes being passed around about Asians and their own sizes... and being Asian myself, I decided to approximate my own size (not in class.) and multiply it by 2.
...When the teacher read the question and answer out loud, everyone burst out laughing about how large the size was. People were asking "Who wrote that answer?" and I had to pretend laugh with them in embarrassment. 
At least they never found out.
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On February 08 2011 12:58 MMinji wrote:
So, this other time I knew this asian girl for about a year and we'd always miraculously have the same lunch period. Lunch was about fifty minutes long, so everyone would eat for the first ten and either go up to the library, or stay in the lunchroom and chat for the rest of the period. I had this clever idea to convince this girl to come with me to the band room after we ate lunch so I could play her music on the guitar. It was empty during our lunch period because apparently the room only had sessions during periods 1, 2, 3 and 8. Period 4 was all clear.
She was really in to acoustic stuff so I just learned some Jack Johnson, and John Mayer songs to sing to her. She also played, so we'd take turns strumming and talk about random things. A few weeks passed and I noticed that I always had a boner when we'd sit together in the band room. I always hid it under the weight of the guitar so she wouldn't notice but this time I decided to be ballsy and let it stand up, fully erect in plain sight.
She played it off well, glanced down to see if it was her imagination or reality a few times, but didn't comment on it or anything that day. The next time we had lunch it was an extended period. Her other asian friend came down with us to the band room that day, so I didn't get a chance to play a song and we kind of just chatted about K-Pop music (which was new at the time.)
Well I went to the bathroom to jackoff because seeing those two asian girls, so cute in their short skirts and innocent as they giggled about Hero JaeJoong and Taeyang, I couldn't stand just sitting there without relieving myself. Under some impression of dignity or second-thoughts I went to the bathroom stopped at the sinks, looked myself in the mirror for a good minute and shook my head in disappointment before going back to them. When I got back the room there they were staring straight at me biting their lips as if they had a secret to share.
I said "whatsup guys?" and the girl's friend nudged her on the shoulder to tell me. She side-eyed her friend and giggled a bit before asking me, "You know, I noticed your erection last time, and me and ____ were wondering if you could show us." More giggling and playful pushing on each other. I was dumbstruck, what the shit!!!! I decided to play it cool with a "uhm, only if you both lift up your shirts."
They obliged, I got harder. I walked from the band room door up to them and before I could release my belt buckle her friend said "Wait! No, can we try?" I choked up on my words but just nodded intently. The friend fumbled with my shorts as the girl just watched and smiled. She looked up at me and asked "Are you ok?" a few times and I just nodded. My legs were shaking uncontrollably, maybe because of the cold from the air-conditioner, but they continued and when they got my shorts off they both used their fingers and sort of poked at my dick, inspecting it curiously.
Day one** ended with some some surface touching, but after a week or two, it got to the point where this "play-time" was habitual for the three of us. The first asian girl and I would even sneak off from the bus stop after school to hide in the stairwell to experiment. At one point I made a squealing sound when she dug her nail into the tip of it and made a swirling motion. Those were the best days of my childhood. High school, you will be missed!
jesus christ. which religion believes in rebirth again? *thinks*
i had the same kinda setup, at lunches i often was a loner and hid in the music studio where no one ever came, playing aeris' theme on piano or fucking with the drum kit. this ginger girl i seriousssly used to fancy came in a few times but i was such a spotty clueless social reject it never amounted to anything....except the daydreams...so many daydreams.....
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Once i was on the bus (those shuttle buses that high schools) provide, and some douchebag guy grabbed kept poking me and doing stupid shit to annoy me, prolly because he was with his friends and wanted to poke fun at this skinny short asian kid. But in the end he like grabbed my ass and I just kept ignoring him.
I didn't even turn around to see who it was, but i didn't recognize the voice.
Preeeettyy fucking awkward tho.
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In 8th grade : We had to make something out of those soap blocks in art class (in groups of 4). As a small class of like 30 people, 3 groups make dicks. They called our parents and made us remake them T_T.
Not awkward for me but just hilarious :
In 12th grade biology, the teacher was talking about some african tribe where the men would sew a woman's vagina lips when they left on trips so they couldn't cheat (idiots forgot about anal I guess :D). He was being pretty vague using the term lips but it was pretty obvious since it was a course on the reproductive system.
Some guy looking extremely confused (1 of 3 guys in a class of 40 something girls) : "Errm, I don't get it. How do they eat if they do that?"
Cue 15 minutes of laugther.
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Wow i totally remember this thread from 09. sheez
In 8th grade or somewhere close to there. I was at band camp, and I was changing in our room cause our camp had a pool, so my roommates/friends were also changing but they were faster so one of them, when they were finished opened the door, and it just soo happened that 2 girls were walking by and looked in, and they stopped. I was still putting on my shorts. It was pretty awkward.
In math class few days ago, the classes was doing individual work or w/e, and these 2 girls in front of me were talking about boobs and they were talking about it pretty loud, but it didn't matter cause everyone else was talking. Except I was listening music and this dude beside was like doing questions, they were talking about the most random stuff about boobs and their boobs, and the part way through their conversation they turn behind and ask him if hes listening in the conversation, and he was like "uhh....no..." It must of been pretty awkward for him, pretty funny for me. lmao err i was listening in their conversation D: but they didnt ask me.
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The only reason it was a bad bump was because now I have to start my homework 6 hours later.
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I remember one time we were playing capture the flag in p.e and my friend had the others teams flag but when the girl tried to reach for his flag she accidently yanked his wiener and the girl kept looking at her hand screaming
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12th Grade: Had unknowingly gotten food poisoning the day before.
First class of the day: Jazz Band. Near the end of it, I start feeling queasy. I chalk it up to just an upset stomach because I had a Calculus quiz later that day. I shrug it off and go grab a Sprite, since I was at the time convinced that it would get rid of the queasiness. (Damn you South Park)
Second Class: Economics. I feel queasy again halfway through and I ask to be excused to visit the nurse. I do so and she says that it sounds like my stomach is acting up. At this point, I don't feel like I'm about to throw up. She lets me rest for a few minutes, eat a few saltines and gives me some mints. (Apparently, sucking on something sweet can keep the feeling of throwing up away)
Third class: Calculus. Quiz today. I let my teacher know that I wasn't feeling too well. He tells me to get up and leave as soon as I feel like I'm about to throw up. I pop a mint in my mouth and start to take the quiz. The feeling of queasiness comes again and this time I can't keep it away. I cover my mouth with my hand and vomit comes out of my nose. Then I start going all out with the throwing up. Pretty sure I could have hit my teacher (about 10-15ft away) if I arced it properly. Poor girl behind me had no idea until it was very audible. My teacher pulls a trash can up to the side of my desk and lets me finish while he gets the rest of the class outside the class room. I emerge several minutes later, covered in vomit, but feeling a little better. I mutter something about something going according to plan, seeing as how the quiz was now pushed back to next class. I walk to the nearest bathroom and attempt to clean myself up, go to the nurses office, let her know that I threw up (as if it wasn't apparent by how I was looking at the time), went home and spent the rest of the day feeling kinda miserable. Showed up the day, feeling somewhat embarrassed, but it wasn't too bad, I guess.
After all that, I'm pretty sure that teacher tells that story to every one of his calculus classes: about how he made a quiz so hard, that it made a student vomit violently.
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I now remember one:
In sixth grade, my middle school was close enough to walk to, but my mom was a worrier so she made me walk to and from school with a friend each day. He was a quiet well-mannered kid and I was... not. The walk home went over a creek, and one day I really had to take a piss. I asked my friend to wait a minute so I could go in the bushes, and he was mortified. He said that it was sickening and illegal and he wouldn't wait for me. The fact that he wouldn't wait for me and his "holier than thou" attitude irked me far more than it should. So I said fine, took up a pose, and pissed my pants in front of him. His face was priceless as he watched the dark ring get bigger on my pants. I didn't care because my house was only another quarter mile, and I could just go up to my room and change as soon as I got home. I felt pretty smug with my self right then.
It all would have worked out, except that when I got home I found that my family was all gathered down stairs because my grandparents had flown 3000 miles to surprise my sister and I. That day was one of only three times my grandparents ever visited.
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I'm going to tell my friends embarrassing story from middle school
So hes in the library doing some homework on the computer or something. Suddenly it hits him; he needs to take a crap really bad. He went to go get a hall pass from the librarian, but she was gone. He starts to sweat and look around for her holding it in. Then it slips; he craps his pants in the library. The only thing he could think of was to push it down his pant leg and leave it there by the computers. He just walked out and left it there, in the middle of the walk way
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Man, for me it was when i found out my teacher was a pedo.
http://www.bishop-accountability.org/news2006/09_10/2006_09_22_Moxley_SexCharges.htm
He taught at my school for a very long time, and was my teacher. Then after a few years, my friend comes up to me and tells me that the teacher was a fag. I disagreed because I thought he was a good teacher, but then he tells me what he did. I was shocked as hell. But now, I kind of get the clues. He talked a lot about nude beaches and spas in Europe, and he just did a lot of peculiar stuff. I was in 6th grade btw.
edit: Another was when I was in band class. I was talking to this Hispanic girl that wasn't very hot. Anyways, all of a sudden, one of her breasts come loose, because her bra like fell down or something. She had a shirt on, but you could see through it pretty well. I don't she noticed the rest of the day
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the OPs post reminds me of the penis game that me and my freinds played, the game was just seeing who could say or yell penis louder until somone got into shit from the teacher.
some of the more weird embarassing/ perverted things were like my ukrainian/ gym teacher always helped all the girls streach out in gym class and one day i asked him if he could help me too (i wore rainbow short shorts for the lols in gym class) he refused and i started calling him a sexist. i also passed out in bio class during a dissection, once i got air me and my group stole the pig head and were going to put it on the hood of this kids car but we got caught
The top contenders for this catagory (at least for me) was when my buddy called our HOT bio teacher when he was drunk and asked for "help in his body" (she was not cool about it, but she was cool enough with it that she did not try and get him suspended or press charges) or when i dressed up as a KKK member for halloween
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On February 08 2011 14:28 thai_quan_doh wrote:
12th Grade: Had unknowingly gotten food poisoning the day before.
First class of the day: Jazz Band. Near the end of it, I start feeling queasy. I chalk it up to just an upset stomach because I had a Calculus quiz later that day. I shrug it off and go grab a Sprite, since I was at the time convinced that it would get rid of the queasiness. (Damn you South Park)
Second Class: Economics. I feel queasy again halfway through and I ask to be excused to visit the nurse. I do so and she says that it sounds like my stomach is acting up. At this point, I don't feel like I'm about to throw up. She lets me rest for a few minutes, eat a few saltines and gives me some mints. (Apparently, sucking on something sweet can keep the feeling of throwing up away)
Third class: Calculus. Quiz today. I let my teacher know that I wasn't feeling too well. He tells me to get up and leave as soon as I feel like I'm about to throw up. I pop a mint in my mouth and start to take the quiz. The feeling of queasiness comes again and this time I can't keep it away. I cover my mouth with my hand and vomit comes out of my nose. Then I start going all out with the throwing up. Pretty sure I could have hit my teacher (about 10-15ft away) if I arced it properly. Poor girl behind me had no idea until it was very audible. My teacher pulls a trash can up to the side of my desk and lets me finish while he gets the rest of the class outside the class room. I emerge several minutes later, covered in vomit, but feeling a little better. I mutter something about something going according to plan, seeing as how the quiz was now pushed back to next class. I walk to the nearest bathroom and attempt to clean myself up, go to the nurses office, let her know that I threw up (as if it wasn't apparent by how I was looking at the time), went home and spent the rest of the day feeling kinda miserable. Showed up the day, feeling somewhat embarrassed, but it wasn't too bad, I guess.
After all that, I'm pretty sure that teacher tells that story to every one of his calculus classes: about how he made a quiz so hard, that it made a student vomit violently.
Doesn't drinking ginger ale help your stomach from like a stomachache or w/e?
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On February 08 2011 15:08 Gao Xi wrote:Show nested quote +On February 08 2011 14:28 thai_quan_doh wrote:
12th Grade: Had unknowingly gotten food poisoning the day before.
First class of the day: Jazz Band. Near the end of it, I start feeling queasy. I chalk it up to just an upset stomach because I had a Calculus quiz later that day. I shrug it off and go grab a Sprite, since I was at the time convinced that it would get rid of the queasiness. (Damn you South Park)
Second Class: Economics. I feel queasy again halfway through and I ask to be excused to visit the nurse. I do so and she says that it sounds like my stomach is acting up. At this point, I don't feel like I'm about to throw up. She lets me rest for a few minutes, eat a few saltines and gives me some mints. (Apparently, sucking on something sweet can keep the feeling of throwing up away)
Third class: Calculus. Quiz today. I let my teacher know that I wasn't feeling too well. He tells me to get up and leave as soon as I feel like I'm about to throw up. I pop a mint in my mouth and start to take the quiz. The feeling of queasiness comes again and this time I can't keep it away. I cover my mouth with my hand and vomit comes out of my nose. Then I start going all out with the throwing up. Pretty sure I could have hit my teacher (about 10-15ft away) if I arced it properly. Poor girl behind me had no idea until it was very audible. My teacher pulls a trash can up to the side of my desk and lets me finish while he gets the rest of the class outside the class room. I emerge several minutes later, covered in vomit, but feeling a little better. I mutter something about something going according to plan, seeing as how the quiz was now pushed back to next class. I walk to the nearest bathroom and attempt to clean myself up, go to the nurses office, let her know that I threw up (as if it wasn't apparent by how I was looking at the time), went home and spent the rest of the day feeling kinda miserable. Showed up the day, feeling somewhat embarrassed, but it wasn't too bad, I guess.
After all that, I'm pretty sure that teacher tells that story to every one of his calculus classes: about how he made a quiz so hard, that it made a student vomit violently. Doesn't drinking ginger ale help your stomach from like a stomachache or w/e?
I didn't know that. Even if I did, the vending machines didn't have any. >.>
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Alright, so, once upon a time, I had a bit of an experience with a girl. And by experience, I mean ****ing hell. She was fire and ice, this one. Her exploits range from the end of Sophmore year to the end of Junior year, and would fill a thick tome. But I shall entertain you with just one...
It is the summer of 2008. The Dark Knight had just released, and me and my dear, sweet (ex) girlfriend decided to go see it. But before I continue, you must learn one thing about my ex:
She was bat **** insane. Literally. She was a chronic liar, un-interesting (read: dumb) bi-polar sociopath. But she was hot. Super fine. To those thinking of dating a girl just for her looks, I have only a few words: Hit it and quit it.
So, with that in mind, we find ourselves in a packed TDK theater. Wall to wall people. My girlfriend is on my right, and to my left is a... ahem, LARGE lady. Spilling over into my seat large. So that put a damper on the evening, but dammit, I wanted to see batman! I would not be deterred!
My girlfriend didn't have the same idea. She got bored. Quickly. As I'm trying to enjoy Heath Ledger's great performance, my girlfriend won't stop trying to get me to mack with her, and Snorlax to my left was snorting popcorn like it was a high-grade line. I'm getting impatient. I wanted to watch my damn movie.
Eventually, my girlfriend gets so frustrated, she sticks her hand down my pants and starts playing with my package, because that's something she liked to do. Now, we'd messed around during movies before, but only when they were deserted and the only other couple in the theater was giving each other oral, so meh. But here? In a wall-to-wall packed movie? DA EFF.
So, I'm freaking out. The hippo hasn't noticed, and I'm trying to talk my GF out of it in the smallest of whispers, all the while trying to fight my ever-increasing boner. The GF, insane as she was, was getting a riot out of this. She moves to a full-blown handy, placing her hand in that one spot that could be described as the willy's "G-spot" on the tip, making it completely inconspicuous, and hella enjoyable.
I finally give in. I'll let her have her fun. Fat Alberta continues to scarf down popcorn, and I think "Well, I'm getting an orgasm out of this, so alright." The GF starts whispering dirty things, and as I get ready to blow... the volume of the movie goes completely silent. Even Kirby stops gorging on her popcorn.
But that's inopportune to me, as I utter the meekest of moans, and blow. While quiet enough to miss the vast majority of the audience, Mrs. Claus hears, and her massive form turns to look at us.
She sees a girl and guy staring back at her, one with her hand in the other's pants. We freeze. She stares, reaches down, slow-motion munches on a handful of popcorn, and then, she winks, and goes back to the movie. I get up, head to the bathroom, and my evil bitch of a girlfriend lols in her seat. Fin.
Man, that was long. I could write a book about this crazy girl... sigh. Unfortunately, she ended up destroying my positive view of women and ability to trust. At least she gave good handys.
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