And, to think, while I was at Tech, all we did was throw tortillas (IMHO better than the current QB -- I was never intercepted during my years of eligibility).
At least this guy wasn't "taking care of business" in the courthouse.
As the great A.P. Merillat says, "Exit Only."
Posts: 1233 | Location: Amarillo, Texas, USA | Registered: March 15, 2001
Yeah, too bad the "romeo of the public bathroom" had not listened to AP's signature tagline.
Anyone care to guess what music might have been playing in the bathroom whilst love was in the air, er, I mean stall? Maybe Afternoon Delight by the Starland Vocal Band or Love in an elevator by Aerosmith?
This story gives a whole new meaning to the concept of stalling your lover...
I guess it was a good thing the mood didn't strike while they were in the concession line.
Kudus to JS for getting those great stories posted!
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Posts: 2578 | Location: The Great State of Texas | Registered: December 26, 2001
Becuase, Greg, it was the LADIES room. She was only where she was supposed to be, and he on the other hand, was encroaching in no man's land, where few men have ever dared to go, the great unknown and mysterious environs of the --- ladies room.
certainly disturbing. Many of the "goth" juveniles I have had over the years like to do the deed on grave sites, particularly of their deceased friends or family members.
quote:Originally posted by Stacey L. Brownlee: certainly disturbing. Many of the "goth" juveniles I have had over the years like to do the deed on grave sites, particularly of their deceased friends or family members.
That sounds like dialog off the GOTH TALK skit from SNL.
Posts: 2578 | Location: The Great State of Texas | Registered: December 26, 2001
Bob Eubanks: "...alright, we have our brides back with us, and we're going to see if they will be able to give the same answers to the questions we put to their dashing husbands a few minutes ago. First, we will go to lovely Wilma Nellie Frogslobber, from Arkansas and, for 15 points ask: Wilma Nellie, what did your young husband, Burville, say was the strangest place you've ever had sex?"
Wilma Nellie, (grinning sheepishly at some recent romantic memory, a little twinkle in her good eye): "...uhhhmmm, armpit?"