It was evening. We both came home, giddy, and care-free. After you closed the door, we stared at each other in the living room, for one of those classic "uncomfortable silences".
And then with a nervous shrug, you said, "Wanna spend the night with me?"
"Yes," I said, a little too quickly.
But no sooner than we'd entered your bedroom than we began arguing as to who got to be on the top and who got to be on the bottom. I had almost decided on going home instead, when you held me back.
"Let's BOTH be on top!"
I thought you were crazy. How was such a thing possible? But we didn't want the end to night differently, so we did just that. It was amazing, and fun! A little tight and snug, but fun.
"What the hell is going on?" said a voice.
It was your older brother, back from college a day early.
"Top bunk's mine, dweebs," he said, dropping his dufflebag. We both scrambled down and you grabbed the bottom bunk while I slept on the couch. That's life, eh?
2007-08-25 17:25:45 · 10 answers · asked by Anonymous in Entertainment & Music ➔ Polls & Surveys
You know, there's one particular detail that always bothered me about that night....
My older brother never WENT to college, so who the hell WAS that guy really?
2007-08-26 00:31:00 · answer #1 · answered by sueflower 6 · 2⤊ 1⤋
Actually I held onto the bottom bunk until the guy was asleep and then you and I sneaked out and called the cops because I don't have an older brother and the dufflebag contained explosives. They came and surrounded the house but rather than surrender, the guy ran to the upstairs window and threw radishes and lettuce he'd grabbed from the gerbil cages. That infuriated the little rodents so they jumped out in their little ninja outfits and beat him savagely. Blinded and bleeding, he climbed out onto the roof, where he was doused with water from the neighbor wielding his garden hose. He fell off the roof, into the begonias, and then was hustled to the police car. They worked two persistent gerbils off of his neck and then went inside and got the dufflebag.
My question for you is this: who owns the house? I don't live in one--I'm homeless.
2007-08-27 03:05:21 · answer #2 · answered by Jess 7 · 0⤊ 0⤋
No, I don't remember that at all.
In the Army, I always liked the bottom bunk. If the guy on top snored, a well placed straight up thrust with both feet would launch him onto the floor, and he would stop snoring.
2007-08-26 00:30:49 · answer #3 · answered by ? 6 · 6⤊ 0⤋
Top....bottom....its ALL good to me,Dalek! As long as I get to share the bunk with my darling little lovebot it matters not to me where. Although....that time we were spooning at the fork in the road was a bit too dangerous in my opinion...
2007-08-26 10:25:27 · answer #4 · answered by SallySunshine 4 · 2⤊ 0⤋
I don't believe it. Sounds like a lot of bunk to me. I am still trying to get to the bottom of your story.
2007-08-26 00:31:36 · answer #5 · answered by Anonymous · 4⤊ 0⤋
Yeah, and that's when you accidentally poked my eye out! Yeah, I'll never forget it! After that I became a nun, never to have such fun again....
2007-08-26 00:34:06 · answer #6 · answered by Sister Wench 2 · 2⤊ 0⤋
I am just NOT gonna comment. But I am gonna wonder about you.....
LOL! (seriously Dalek..I am laughing out loud...if I wake anybody up, including the dogs..I'm gonna blame YOU!)
2007-08-26 00:32:19 · answer #7 · answered by Anonymous · 4⤊ 0⤋
oh yeah. best night of my life
2007-08-26 00:32:59 · answer #8 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 0⤋
nice
2007-08-26 01:04:26 · answer #9 · answered by Felix 7 · 1⤊ 0⤋
le-vi-tate! le-vi-tate!
that's how we achieve orgasm, mate...
2007-08-26 02:36:38 · answer #10 · answered by AtThePub 4 · 1⤊ 0⤋