Freshman year in college at my cousin’s apartment, in his bedroom, on a twin-size mattress on the floor (I wasn’t allowed to pork skanks on his bed), I was porking this skank (who I’d met before when I came to check out the school when I was still in highschool).
Anyway, all three room mates bust in laughing with a Polaroid instant camera, and snap a photo.
It was the best photo ever, I had a shit-eating grin orders of magnitude beyond Jack Nicholson. I was holding her legs open for the camera. She was grinning but covering her eyes.
I was so proud of that picture, that I left it out a little too long. One of the roommates got tired of it I guess and ruined it.
I learned a valuable lesson that day.
Hold on tight to your treasures, and never trust anyone, ever.
Somewhere on this board is a thread titled: “What is the lowest form of human discourse?” Silly me, I replied with “Facebook”. Had I read the OP first, my answer would have been very different.
You know, the skank porker might be on a board somewhere telling a story about the needle-dick that lasted all of 12 seconds back in '89, and how she wished she’d gotten a pic.