A friend of mine always used to phone me from work with such requests. He’d always start from completely buck naked, and move his way down to jogging into his work braless.
His last request was for me to put a nude photograph of myself into his coffin.
I had been out drinking rather heavily at a strip club one night, ages ago, when in my middle 20s, when I stumbled back home around predawn, still trashed and frustrated because I hadn’t been able to land any chick. I crashed in my apartment in the waterbed and zonked out – only to be wonderfully awakened some hours later to find the neighbor chick, who I knew rather well, not only in bed with me, but nude and on top. She had a key to my place, for obvious reasons, and decided to use it.
What a DELIGHTFUL way to be awakened!
(MAN! I miss being in my 20s and living in those cool apartments!)
Just a few weeks ago, my girlfriend came over to my apt. after a wedding shower, and I met her in the parking lot only wearing a long overcoat and boots. I’d better leave it at that in case she sees this… (damn new search feature)
chuckle
I can’t help laughing at pLt’s ‘misfortune’ as I was the one who made that Scavenger Hunt list at USQ. And I was a judge so I remember that photo.
Back off man: I’ve still got more posts than Cecil…
>>> His last request was for me to put a nude photograph of myself into his coffin. <<<
His last request?? Mega… they last longer if you don’t use them up all at once.
I know a guy who is a food delivery guy in Austin. Knowing him, he didn’t make up this story.
He was called for a delivery at a hotel somewhere. When he got to the door, he was greeted by a naked attractive woman. She casually put on a bath robe and explained that her “boyfriend” had just gone out to get drinks or something. Since the “boyfriend” had the money, he had to wait.
He looked around the room, which was littered with used condom wrappers and half-used tubes of Anal-Eeze. She asked him if he “smoked.”
He responded, “Doesn’t everyone in Austin?”
He turned around to see her offering him a hit off of a crack pipe made from a beer can or something equally wonderful.
He said, “Whoa, man, I don’t smoke that!”
She said something to the effect of “Well, if I had some pot, I would smoke it, but I ain’t got no pot.”
He responded
“Everyone says doing pot leads to harder drugs. I say not doing pot leads to harder drugs.”
Anyway, the “boyfriend” came back soon afterwards. Obviously a big s—kicker type with a giant belt buckle and 10 gallon hat and striped shirt and boots and the lot. The kind of image lots of Texans (especially Austinites) despise. You can believe he got a helluva tip from that little run… His theory is it was a country boy in town for a little bit of big city fun for the weekend.
Hey - I think if you are going to tell people on this trhead you are happy to open the door naked, you should at least post pics 
It’s only fair.
Jesus Christ on a pogo stick.
Serlinel back from the dead, and not as PRISMO either…
edwino, please take some advice: If a thread is inactive, leave it that way please!
Yer pal,
Satan
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I did hear one story about a guy who decided to do something exciting for his wife and wrapped himself up in clingwrap or clear wrap or whatever it’s called. She came home and was searching for her keys so he opened the door. With a straight face she said: “Oh no, not leftovers again!”