Following a very kind suggestion, I'm going to post something brief.
I'll do something more in-depth later, maybe with some pictures I didn't use in my ibtc introductory post.
(I need to get them off my camera. . .)
If anyone has any requests for photos, I'd be (most likely) very happy to oblige!
I'll do something more in-depth later, maybe with some pictures I didn't use in my ibtc introductory post.
(I need to get them off my camera. . .)
If anyone has any requests for photos, I'd be (most likely) very happy to oblige!
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haha - Your story of getting the masses to collectively shout "PENIS!" rememded me of one of my many redfaced but someow selfdeprecatingly enjoyable moments - I was cruising down a busy road on a beautiful day with the windows down and singing along to Frank Zappa's "Joe's Garage" album, whose lyrics I was trying to link to but my keyboard seems drunk and when i click on the URL link it shows up empty. Here's the url, though for some weird lyrics: http://www.globalia.net/donlope/fz/lyrics/Joe's_Garage.html . It had just gotten to the "Sy Borg" song, in particular, this part:
Joe: I've got a better idea . . .
Fuck me, you ugly son of a bitch
You ugly son of a bitch
Fuck me, you ugly son of a bitch
Stick it out
Stick out yer hot curly weenie
Stick it out
Stick out yer hot curly weenie
Stick it out
Stick out yer hot curly weenie
Weenie . . . weenie, weenie, weenie!
Make it go fast
(In and out)
In and out,
Magical Pig
Make it go fast
(In and out)
In and out,
Magical Pig
Till it squirts (squirts), squirts (squirts), squirts (squirts), squirts (squirts)
Fire
Till it squirts (squirts), squirts (squirts), squirts (squirts), squirts (squirts)
Fire
Don't get no jism on that sofa, sofa
Don't get no jism on that sofa, sofa
Don't get no jism on that sofa, sofa
Don't get no jism on that sofa, sofa
Anyway, I was singing along and when it approached a part where Zappa sings very loudly "Weenie! Weenie weenie weenie!" I was of course singing along in like fashion at like volume.
Unbeknownst to my pitiful ass, though, a Vision of Loveliness had pulled alongside me at a traffic light, also with windows down, and was looking straight over at me as I sang out at the top of my lungs "Weenie! Weenie Weenie WEENIE!!!!!"
t was then, and only then, that I realized I was being observed, although almost immediately after this I grasped the hilarity of it all, but at the momnt I felt that cheeks-on-fire total-humiliation panic-sort-of feeling. I often wonder (well, not really often, but right now at least) what she thought at the time, and if she ever remembers it any more.