Finish the statement. Please.
I know there are a lot of sick and twisted folks out there in SDMB land. So show us what you got.
This one time, at band camp…
This one time at band camp…
I did the splits, then couldn’t get up. They had to tilt me to break the suction.
I keep seeing this catchphrase being inserted everywhere. As a non sequitur.
What’s the deal with “this one time at band camp…”, anyway?
Go rent the movie “American Pie.” One of the characters starts almost every story with that phrase.
Go and rent American Pie, Jomo. I bears a passing resemblence to a teen flick, but is different in that it is actually funny.
Obligatory on-topic comment: this one time, at band camp, one of the larger boys gave me a wedgie 'til the elastic band tore off. However, so strong was my glutius maximus, from years of bike-riding, that by flexing, the wedgie didn’t hurt in the slightest. By constantly taunting him throughout the ordeal, I insured no one else would pick on me the rest of camp.
You can see the girl who spoke the “band camp” line in this trailer for American Pie 2.
“And this other time, at band camp…”
Alyson Hannigan. Mmmm.
I concur.
Jomo Mojo: What Crunchy said, but more to the point (although this may be considered a spoiler, so don’t read it if you want to find out for yourself):
The character begins a lot of boring and geeky stories with, “this one time, at band camp…” but usually people insert the phrase to reference the last story where she says “this one time, at band camp, I stuck a flute in my pussy.”
I snuck over to the girls bunks, and was used as a boy toy until the early hours of the morning. Or thats what I dreamed anyway.
A-ha! Thanks, Dr. Lao, that explains why someone inserted it in the Terminology for the female reproductive area, or, What do YOU like to call it? thread.
It’s been a long time since Jomo went to any teen movie, unless you count Dazed and Confused (I was class of '77, too).
I don’t know about everybody ELSE’S band camps, but ours included not only a large number of luscious young female instrumentalists, but the members of the flag team and majorette squad as well, who are by definition luscious.
And the last time I attended high school band camp was, by coincidence, in the summer of 1977, so not only were we all bathed in a miasma of teenage lust, but a miasma of marijuana smoke as well. I’m shocked that we were able to walk in a straight LINE, let alone master routines while playing music.
“After-breakfast bowl?”
“Don’t mind iffen I do!”