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Oh man. My dad had went on this week long fishing trip when I was a young boy of about 11 years old. Anyway it was the day he got back. I was upstairs and I needed to get something from my parents room, dont remember what. I just walk right in, no knock or anything. All I saw was my moms naked legs way up in the air, there was giggling too. Although that stopped abruptly. I did a 180 as fast as I could and got out. My dad gave me the most embarassing lecture I've ever had in my life 5 minutes later about how to knock. He was really mad at me too, which made me feel 10 times worse. Another time, not my parents luckily, but friends of theirs. Our family was on vacation for 2 weeks at a cottage. They always invited friends of theirs up for a week. I've known them my whole life, really nice people. Anyways it must have been about 1:30 in the morning, and I think they had been doing a bit of drinking. I was up reading Belgarath the Sorcerer in my room adjacent to theirs. The walls, as they are in most cottages, were very thin. They consisted pretty much of that fake 1/2cm thick beaver panel. I started to hear this sound, the sound of a rusty old bed squeaking, you know the sound. And it goes on and on for about half a loving hour. Ignoramus fucked around with this message at 16:08 on Dec 8, 2002 |
# ¿ Dec 8, 2002 15:55 |
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I found this book the other day when I was cleaning my closet. My dad gave this to me when I was going to meet a lady friend from the internet for the first time. I of course read every page.
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# ¿ Dec 9, 2002 02:41 |