One summer when I was 21 and in the Air force in Guam. I started dating this guy we were pretty hot and heavy. One night we went to this club we were drinking having a good time(we were with another couple) well we decide to sneak off so we went to the parking lot and kind of up the hill in the jungle and had a great quicky. So know everytime i hear Welcome to the Jungle by Guns-n-Roses I still blush and smile.
2006-09-20 01:59:34
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answered by butterflyaht1 3
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It was a hot steamy night, after a particularly dry, humid day. As I turned the corner of the tree laden avenue, I was struck by the nature of the surroundings. Directly in front of me was a beatup Yamaha bike, that lay sideways in the gutter, like a discarded piece of rubbish, to my left stood a drunked girl swaying in the breeze, humming some nonsensical repetitive tune, or was I just being kind, when it sounded no more than a lamented wail. Over to my right was a water soaked skinny dog, that looked like he had gone three rounds, with a high pressure hose and lost 3 nil.
As I approached the weather board 2 story house on the corner, I heard this deep gutteral sound and fearing that my drunken friend, was adding to her repertoire, I glanced back quickly to my left to be confronted with a picture, of a not too attractive female, sprawled over a fire hydrant, and looking totally smashed and in no condition to utter a sound. I was then attracted back to the delapidated house on the corner, as the noise I had heard before seemed to eminate from the front room to the right. There was a pleading presence in the air and I felt drawn to investigate. I then mounted the curved staircase, that welcomed me to an uncertain chain of events and found the battle scarred door partially opened and slowly entered the semi-dark foyer. I walked ever so quietly as if I were in church, into the room on my right in time to see two people, one an elderly lady wearing a black dress with an orange apron covering her waist, who lay like a sleeping vagrant on a torn sofa, her left arm hung loosely to the ground and a bright crimson fluid, dripping silently onto the royal blue carpet.
The second person by this time was almost completely through a side window, attempting to flee what was more than likely to be a murder scene. As this large, hunched over excuse for a human being, almost disappeared entirely out the wooden framed window, I raced to the wall almost tripping over a scatter rug bunched up on the floor and grabbing hold of a leg I started to pull the leg - just like I am pulling yours...
2006-09-20 02:57:22
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answered by mark2zephyr 3
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So this one particualrly hot sticky August night I decided that me and a couple of friends should get together and go cow tipping.
This however, proved impossible since we live in the city and the
only cow I've ever seen was Rosie O'Donnel on the View. Anyhoo
to remedy this debockle, we found a costume store that was still
open and bought a cow suit. Udders and all, It was nothing short
of fabulous, I tell you. There we were a couple of young, wild lasses out to conquer the world, our bright futures ahead of us, and noone wanted to wear the cow suit for fear of getting shoved and the fact that Cow suit gives your really crappy helmet-hair. So we decided that we were too diva-liscious for helmet-hair and paid some street bum 20 bucks to wear this get up, and let us shove him over a couple of times. The moral of the story here kids, is some times in life, when life gives you lemons instead of
"making lemonade" you should pay a bum to let you shove him.
2006-09-20 04:52:26
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answered by Jenster*is*flipping*you*off 6
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sorry this doesnt answer ur question. but yea that is the movie ii was talking about
2006-09-20 02:29:43
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answered by Anonymous
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