Since we're on the female pee pee theme...



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Slacker

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This happened many years ago, but I remember it like yesterday....

Two close friends and myself were at a Karaoke bar one night. You know, drinking and making asses of
our selves singing Roxanne to the horrified crowd. Hell, who cares, it's not like I'm ever going to
see these people again.

Anyway, we meet this chick there. She's really drunk and we're really... She ditches her friends and
we promise to give her a ride home... hehehe. The 4 of us leave the bar, my friend (Bombo) walks
down the street to fetch the jeep. The chick says, "Damn, do I gotta pee. I'll be right back." She
seems to take a long time, so my other friend and I go looking for her. My buddy, Martin, looks down
a darkened alley and nudges me while whispering , "Dude, check it out." As both us look down the
alley in amazement, I remark, "No way, I never seen a chick **** before. Well, accept for my mom,
but that doesn't count."

We are staring intensely at the scene, perplexed, bewildered and strangely aroused. "Man, I can't
wait till she stops pissing," I said. Martin asks, "Do they shake, wipe or ???" Finally, the flow
begins to slow, and then abruptly stops. She reaches into her purse as our eyes widen, slack jawed,
in great expectation. She pulls out a white hand towel and wipes. Cool, we remark in unison. Then
she stuffs the towel back into her purse! "WTF... did she just..." :^ ! !^: "No, she couldn't have."
She stands up as we quickly scramble back to the sidewalk to keep from being caught.

Bombo pulls up, and we all pile into the jeep and head off for some grub. While seated at the
restaurant and after the meal, we were wiping our hands when... **** girl whips out that same towel
from her purse. She wipes her hands off as my friend and I look at each holding back our little
secret with all our strength. Then, she takes the towel and wipes down her entire face, then stuffs
it back into her purse. My friend and I are squirming in our seats; we can barely contain ourselves.

We finally drive her home. She bends over to kiss me goodbye. I turn my head and give her a quick
hug goodnight. My buddy Martin had a tooth pick in his mouth when she did the same to him. He didn't
turn his head and the toothpick penetrates and sticks into her lower lip as she screams. Shhhhh...
we tell her, your gonna wake up everyone in the neighborhood. Martin and I couldn't hold back any
longer and we bust out in laughter much louder than her scream. She smacks us and tells us to shut
up. Bombo, feeling a little cheated, decides to go for the full lip lock, tongue down the throat
with **** girl.

On the way home, in between hysterical laughter, we explained the deal to our friend Bombo. He
didn't (read: wouldn't) believe us.

--
Slacker <ahhh, the good ol heathen days
 
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Tj

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"Slacker" <[email protected]> wrote in message
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> This happened many years ago, but I remember it like yesterday....
>
> Two close friends and myself were at a Karaoke bar one night. You know, drinking and making asses
> of our selves singing Roxanne to the horrified crowd. Hell, who cares, it's not like I'm ever
> going to see these people again.
>
> Anyway, we meet this chick there. She's really drunk and we're really... She ditches her friends
> and we promise to give her a ride home... hehehe. The 4 of us leave the bar, my friend (Bombo)
> walks down the street to
fetch
> the jeep. The chick says, "Damn, do I gotta pee. I'll be right back."
She
> seems to take a long time, so my other friend and I go looking for her. My buddy, Martin, looks
> down a darkened alley and nudges me while whispering
,
> "Dude, check it out." As both us look down the alley in amazement, I
remark,
> "No way, I never seen a chick **** before. Well, accept for my mom, but
that
> doesn't count."
>
> We are staring intensely at the scene, perplexed, bewildered and strangely aroused. "Man, I can't
> wait till she stops pissing," I said. Martin asks, "Do they shake, wipe or ???" Finally, the flow
> begins to slow, and then abruptly stops. She reaches into her purse as our eyes widen, slack
> jawed, in great expectation. She pulls out a white hand towel and wipes. Cool, we remark in
> unison. Then she stuffs the towel back into her purse! "WTF...
did
> she just..." :^ ! !^: "No, she couldn't have." She stands up as we
quickly
> scramble back to the sidewalk to keep from being caught.
>
> Bombo pulls up, and we all pile into the jeep and head off for some grub. While seated at the
> restaurant and after the meal, we were wiping our
hands
> when... **** girl whips out that same towel from her purse. She wipes her hands off as my friend
> and I look at each holding back our little secret with all our strength. Then, she takes the towel
> and wipes down her entire face, then stuffs it back into her purse. My friend and I are squirming
> in our seats; we can barely contain ourselves.
>
> We finally drive her home. She bends over to kiss me goodbye. I turn my
head
> and give her a quick hug goodnight. My buddy Martin had a tooth pick in
his
> mouth when she did the same to him. He didn't turn his head and the toothpick penetrates and
> sticks into her lower lip as she screams.
Shhhhh...
> we tell her, your gonna wake up everyone in the neighborhood. Martin and I couldn't hold back any
> longer and we bust out in laughter much louder than her scream. She smacks us and tells us to shut
> up. Bombo, feeling a little cheated, decides to go for the full lip lock, tongue down the throat
> with **** girl.
>
> On the way home, in between hysterical laughter, we explained the deal to our friend Bombo. He
> didn't (read: wouldn't) believe us.
>
>
> --
> Slacker <ahhh, the good ol heathen days>
>

He he he....We all have those stories. When we die it is only the memories we take with us. ( I hope
so alteast....because I'm broke otherwise)

TJ
 
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Jonesy

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"Slacker" <[email protected]> wrote in message news:<[email protected]>...
> This happened many years ago, but I remember it like yesterday....

Classy broad, huh?

LOL - good story, Slack-man. And you're no jerk, like that Baker character...
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Jonesy
 
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Stephen Baker

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Jonesy says:

> And you're no jerk, like that Baker character...
>--

Ppppfffftttttt.........

Why dontcha come over to the East Coast and say that again! I'll...... I'll..... prolly find some
reasonable trails for ya. ;-)

Steve
 
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Marty

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"Slacker" <[email protected]> wrote in message
news:[email protected]...
> This happened many years ago, but I remember it like yesterday....
>
> Two close friends and myself were at a Karaoke bar one night. You know, drinking and making asses
> of our selves singing Roxanne to the horrified crowd. Hell, who cares, it's not like I'm ever
> going to see these people again.
>
> Anyway, we meet this chick there. She's really drunk and we're really... She ditches her friends
> and we promise to give her a ride home... hehehe. The 4 of us leave the bar, my friend (Bombo)
> walks down the street to
fetch
> the jeep. The chick says, "Damn, do I gotta pee. I'll be right back."
She
> seems to take a long time, so my other friend and I go looking for her. My buddy, Martin, looks
> down a darkened alley and nudges me while whispering
,
> "Dude, check it out." As both us look down the alley in amazement, I
remark,
> "No way, I never seen a chick **** before. Well, accept for my mom, but
that
> doesn't count."
>
> We are staring intensely at the scene, perplexed, bewildered and strangely aroused. "Man, I can't
> wait till she stops pissing," I said. Martin asks, "Do they shake, wipe or ???" Finally, the flow
> begins to slow, and then abruptly stops. She reaches into her purse as our eyes widen, slack
> jawed, in great expectation. She pulls out a white hand towel and wipes. Cool, we remark in
> unison. Then she stuffs the towel back into her purse! "WTF...
did
> she just..." :^ ! !^: "No, she couldn't have." She stands up as we
quickly
> scramble back to the sidewalk to keep from being caught.
>
> Bombo pulls up, and we all pile into the jeep and head off for some grub. While seated at the
> restaurant and after the meal, we were wiping our
hands
> when... **** girl whips out that same towel from her purse. She wipes her hands off as my friend
> and I look at each holding back our little secret with all our strength. Then, she takes the towel
> and wipes down her entire face, then stuffs it back into her purse. My friend and I are squirming
> in our seats; we can barely contain ourselves.
>
> We finally drive her home. She bends over to kiss me goodbye. I turn my
head
> and give her a quick hug goodnight. My buddy Martin had a tooth pick in
his
> mouth when she did the same to him. He didn't turn his head and the toothpick penetrates and
> sticks into her lower lip as she screams.
Shhhhh...
> we tell her, your gonna wake up everyone in the neighborhood. Martin and I couldn't hold back any
> longer and we bust out in laughter much louder than her scream. She smacks us and tells us to shut
> up. Bombo, feeling a little cheated, decides to go for the full lip lock, tongue down the throat
> with **** girl.
>
> On the way home, in between hysterical laughter, we explained the deal to our friend Bombo. He
> didn't (read: wouldn't) believe us.
>
>
> --
> Slacker <ahhh, the good ol heathen days>
>
>

For some reason, this topic has never broken squelch for me. Never really had a curiosity about the
mechanics of female outdoor habits. Figured it wasn't my problem or my business.

Marty
 
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Bill Wheeler

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On Wed, 4 Feb 2004 21:19:59 -0800, "Slacker" <[email protected]>
wrote:

>This happened many years ago, but I remember it like yesterday....
>
>Two close friends and myself were at a Karaoke bar one night. You know, drinking and making asses
>of our selves singing Roxanne to the horrified crowd. Hell, who cares, it's not like I'm ever going
>to see these people again.
>
>Anyway, we meet this chick there. She's really drunk and we're really... She ditches her friends
>and we promise to give her a ride home... hehehe. The 4 of us leave the bar, my friend (Bombo)
>walks down the street to fetch the jeep. The chick says, "Damn, do I gotta pee. I'll be right
>back." She seems to take a long time, so my other friend and I go looking for her. My buddy,
>Martin, looks down a darkened alley and nudges me while whispering , "Dude, check it out." As both
>us look down the alley in amazement, I remark, "No way, I never seen a chick **** before. Well,
>accept for my mom, but that doesn't count."
>
>We are staring intensely at the scene, perplexed, bewildered and strangely aroused. "Man, I can't
>wait till she stops pissing," I said. Martin asks, "Do they shake, wipe or ???" Finally, the flow
>begins to slow, and then abruptly stops. She reaches into her purse as our eyes widen, slack jawed,
>in great expectation. She pulls out a white hand towel and wipes. Cool, we remark in unison. Then
>she stuffs the towel back into her purse! "WTF... did she just..." :^ ! !^: "No, she couldn't
>have." She stands up as we quickly scramble back to the sidewalk to keep from being caught.
>
>Bombo pulls up, and we all pile into the jeep and head off for some grub. While seated at the
>restaurant and after the meal, we were wiping our hands when... **** girl whips out that same towel
>from her purse. She wipes her hands off as my friend and I look at each holding back our little
>secret with all our strength. Then, she takes the towel and wipes down her entire face, then stuffs
>it back into her purse. My friend and I are squirming in our seats; we can barely contain
>ourselves.
>
>We finally drive her home. She bends over to kiss me goodbye. I turn my head and give her a quick
>hug goodnight. My buddy Martin had a tooth pick in his mouth when she did the same to him. He
>didn't turn his head and the toothpick penetrates and sticks into her lower lip as she screams.
>Shhhhh... we tell her, your gonna wake up everyone in the neighborhood. Martin and I couldn't hold
>back any longer and we bust out in laughter much louder than her scream. She smacks us and tells us
>to shut up. Bombo, feeling a little cheated, decides to go for the full lip lock, tongue down the
>throat with **** girl.
>
>On the way home, in between hysterical laughter, we explained the deal to our friend Bombo. He
>didn't (read: wouldn't) believe us.

Okay, okay, you really got me with this one. Just think of all the girls you didn't see with the
same M.O.!

ROFLMAO!

Peace, Bill ...one speed to rule them all, one speed to find them, one speed to bring them all and
on the trails pass them In the Land of Avalon where the geared pigs lie...
 
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