Truth or Dare?

Well, you can keep asking people T or D, even if it’s right after they did or answered one. However, I don’t usually ask people it if they’re in the middle of doing a dare.
I’ll take a dare if you wish to give me one.

Tea for Scott:

What was the last physical confrontation - fight - you were in, or almost in (if any) and what was it about?

Oh man, I’m sorry. :confused:
Well, it’s all you now. :slight_smile: Ask away to anyone.

I’ll tackle another Truth.

Oooo, lemme think.

Write me a sentence that makes sense using the words broccoli, agouti (an animal), and prematurity.

Describe your most interesting, original, or picturesque pair of underwear (that you own).

Do you mean craziest as in “wild & crazy” or craziest as in “are you out of your MIND?”?

If it’s the first, my answer is nekkid hot-tubbing. If the second, it was going home with a guy I’d just met. :smack:

Now… who to pick for my victim? How about…eleanorigby: truth or dare?

Damn, you couldn’t ask me about all the embarrassing stuff I’d be proud to admit? Okay, well, here goes.

I pick my nose.

Well I already did one dare (see my sig line) so, truth.

Um… well, I guess I’m not very creative. Most of mine are plain string bikin-type underwear, with boring flowers or something.

Thinking…
Ah! I do have a pair of boxer shorts which are men’s, but I wear them. They’re silk, and they have the cutest little piggies all over them. I love them.

Have any fetishes? Tell us about one.

Prematurity? You sure you don’t mean prematurely? :stuck_out_tongue:
The agouti ate the broccoli, prematurely.

If you DID mean, Prematurity, by all means, I’ll give you another sentence. :slight_smile:

This is going to occur in a wholly captivatingly fashion…

Are you a virgin?

Idle Thoughts I did mean prematurity. I know it’s not a “real” word, but it’s what you use when babies are born premature, and many doctors/hospitals/nurses use it, and it will soon be in common use I’m sure.

And I know **Bricker’s ** fetish already. :wink:

Pfft, you think THAT’s bad? Most of the people I know should be ashamed then. :stuck_out_tongue:

Well, go on and ask anyone you like. :slight_smile: And I ask you again, truth or dare?

Kythereia, you’re doing great. And how are you today? :slight_smile:

I’m doing all right, thanks. And you? :slight_smile:

Okay I’ll play. Truth.

Nope.

An attempted mugging. I was walking down the street towards the old Fells Point postoffice, (Now a Laundromat,) still three blocks away. A (white) guy in front of me asked me if I had any money I could give him, to which I replied in the negative. At this, he started to block me from going forward. Then a cohort of his tried to grab me from behind. I tried to run past the first, but to no avail. They proceeded to try and pummel me to the pavement, all the while demanding money. I told they I would give it to them, and attempted to, but all they were interested in was beating me. One of them yanked me up, and since trying to give them the money didn’t work, I tried a combination of fighting back and running. I screamed as loud as I could, tried to get an elbow into the gut of the one holding me, and stomped on their feet. (I would have gone for the crotch, but I could not kick backwards the way I was being held. ) The stopped seemed to work, after a few tries. I then ran forward and tried to get past the first, only to have the situation repeat itself. After the second time getting away, a postman and someone else heard my cries and ran to save me. Rather than confront them, some frat boy pulled up in a pickup truck, they got in, and drove off. I sat there, dazed, as the people who helped me called the police. Racism could not have been a factor, since I am also white. I suspect this was a group of drunk frat-boy/psychopaths.

For this Truth, a bit of background: in Jay Leno’s autobiography, he tells the story of coming home from a trip on the road during his stand-up comedy days and unpacking his suitacse. Amongst his socks, he found a pair of black panties. Now, he was married, and although he of course knew he hadn’t done anything on his trip untoward with anyone, and he had no earthly idea what the panties were doing there, he didn’t want his wife to see them and question why he’d have someone else’s panties in his suitcase after a trip away from home. So he slipped them into his pocket, and when he was outside the house, threw them away.

A couple of days later, Mavis, his wife, asked him, “Hey, have you by chance seen a pair of black panties? I got them as a gag gift at that bridal shower I went to and they may have gotten mixed up in your socks.”

Leno relates that he just put on his best innocent look and said, “No, honey, I haven’t seem them.”

So…

For this Truth: put yourself in an analgous situation. Do you handle it differently than Leno did? HONESTLY?

Idle Thoughts?

Regallag_The_Axe?

I’ll give you one:

What’s the most embarrassing nickname you’ve ever been given?