and what that that has to do with me typing ‘July’…Well…I’ll just blame the 11 hour days I’ve been working all week. :smack: :smack: :smack:
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It was a lovely spring day in Berkeley, and I had just turned off of Telegraph and on to Blake as I was walking home to my (run down, small, obscenely expensive, shared with 2 other roomates) apartment. Birds were chirping, the sun was filtering through the trees, small leaves were falling, and I was enjoying a recently purchased bagel that was to be my lunch for the day. Life was good.
Then I saw a 40-something year old homeless lady sitting on the side walk. She was deeply wrinkled, covered with several layers of filthy coats and caked-on dirt that probably harbored several new species of human parasite, and she was giving head to an equally hygenically-challenged homless gentleman who appeared to have around seven and a half teeth.
I realize they can’t help it, and they don’t necessarily have any place else to do it, God bless them, yada yada yada, but still–YUCK.
I went to the other side of the street to pass them 
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The Story of a Shower
by
iampunha
Right, I’ma try not to make this into a Penthouse Forum letter, though it would be reeeeally easy. The scene: college dorm-type place. Three rooms two guys to a room, one shower to rule them all. So I’m sitting in the common area (really bleepin’ small) watching television and generally trying to amuse myself when a girl walks in looking for her manfriend. It’s about 2 AM, but since I am not sleepy my vision isn’t clouded and I can sense she was hoping for some loving (not from me). The guy comes out of his room and turns the shower on. I immediately connect the dots and figure out he’s turning it on so the noise factor is lessened. After briefly ascertaining that A) I’m not gonna come watch and B) I’m not gonna go to sleep anytime soon (they didn’t ask, it was sorta unspoken), they proceed to do … well, something. I didn’t go look, but I could hear (she was either a squeaker or had a very high-pitched sex voice). Squeak, squeak, louder squeak, needy “please” squeaks, that sort of thing. He hushed her (“shh, shh, baby”) more than once … maybe he thought I couldn’t hear, maybe he didn’t want to wake up anyone, Iunno. I don’t know what they were doing specifically, but I figure either he was giving her a hand (or fingers) or he wasn’t trying to get himself off.
An hour later, they finish. I don’t remember if she left while I was awake, but I do remember not going to bed for a few hours after that.
[sub]There … about as boring as I can make it.[/sub]
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Nothing special. Keep in mind, many Bud Ice 40oz’s were consumed in the production of this song. One of our older ones too, so getting the audio quality to sound good at the time was a challenge.
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It was spring, heading into summer the year I was 9. A wonderful bright clear day with lots of green grass everywhere. School had gotten out for lunch and it was one of my days to walk home.
So on the bright spring day I was happily walking past the playground to get to the hill, which is high enough to hide the fence seperating the housing units from the school grounds and where there is a hole kicked out so the kids can sneak through to school rather than go the long way around.
I come to the top of the hill and pause to take in the glory that is the day, feeling on top of the world… and look down to where I will sneak through to go home and get my lunch…
What do I see? But two teenagers… snuggled really close on the side of the hill. The girl with her shirt open and the guy, well I couldn’t see much due to the angle. I simply snuck past as they were between me and the space in the fence and went to lunch.
On my way back to school they were gone.
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At that time I wasn’t quite certain of what was going on. I mean, I knew what sex was at that time… but I didn’t know what it looked like. If those two weren’t having sex, they were getting pretty close…
I had to have the transmission on my van fixed once, so I decided to walk the mile or so back to my gf’s house after dropping the van off. As I walked down the street, I glanced into the woods and saw this big mechanic-looking guy standing there while it seemed another man on his knees was servicing him in the French arts, so to speak. I just kept walking.