Okay, I thought I'd share this funny story with you all, because...well, just because. It all happened last year, during the wintertime, when my best friend and I were EXTREMELY bored, and were on this dressing-up and going to 'Sal's' kick. For those of you who don't know, 'Sal's' is the only 24 hour greasy-spoon-type place in my hometown. All kinds of crazy shit happens there; mostly between rednecks, tourists, or bored teenagers and adults like myself. We ran into this guy named Dan that my friend went to highschool with, and lured him and a couple of other people back to my house. My friend and I kept actng like we were going to make-out, and were saying insane things like, "both of us...together..." I should also mention that it was around Valentines day, and my friend had just made me this totally cheesy CD with music from the 'Romantics', and 'Barry White' and stuff. Well, later on, my friend and I were laying side by side on a bed in one of the bedrooms, and had Dan whipping us on the ass with arrows. There was a mirror on the headboard, and we were making hilarious, sexy faces in it, and egging Dan on. Dan had a really unsure, confused look on his face, but continued the ass-whippng never the less Eventually, my friend left, and Dan and I started making out, and, well, one thing led to another, and eventually we both had our clothes off. Anyway, right in the middle of sex, Barry White's "Let's Get It On" comes on, volume all cranked up and such, and I can hear my friend giggling hysterically in the living room. Dan didn't seem to notice. I, however, was clearly disturbed, but eh...what can you do? It was a really awkward moment, I STILL haven't gotten her back though...Love, Nova
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Once upon a time, I was staying in a convent in Dublin (long story--part of it is run as a hostel) --it's this really big empty creepy old girls school that sprawls and meanders and looks like it should be haunted, with icons askew on peeling paint walls, and decorated with remaindered 1960's children's carpeting with quickdraw macgraw and race cars on it. there are, of course, lotsa of quiet and ooooold Irish nuns gliding through the halls, and a crackling intercom that echoes through the bldg-- very brooding and surreal.
Anyway, I had hooked up with this cute Hungarian girl who was also staying in the hostel. We were mid-coitus, heading towards crescendo, nice rhythm, etc... getting closer and closer, and all of a sudden, booming from the intercom, crackling incredibly loud we hear "Seestah Mahry Maaargret, you 'ave a phone cawl."
It was hilarious--this incredibly hot moment instantly turns into a sooper surreal naughty inappropriate thing, we both burst out laughing, kind of rolling our eyes at all those waves of catholic nun-inspired guilt, momentum lost, well for about ten seconds.
That, I think, was my favorite moment of sex background noise for me: nuns. amplified.
bobblicious (mark),
well well what can i say? thanks for eating my icecream! would love to have you live here.
see you soon.
love from the bitchhole xoxo
enjoy your flight - porkass
see what i mean? loverly indeed!
p.s. for some reason one of their friends thought my name was mark. i met him while marden was out... he came up to me and said, "it's nice to meet you mark". feeling particularly lazy that day, i just replied, "ok. nice to meet you too" and that was that. i was mark. i didn't experience any arrow ass-whipping, but i did go to a gay porn store! i had never seen a dildo shaped like a fist. there's something to think about!