Dude, I was 17! I didn’t get that kinky until much later in life. It was pretty bad, though - caught us en flagrante and me being 17, it was ALMOST my 5th go of the night! 
It’s the ‘straight’ ones you always gotta watch out for. 
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Getting caught will do that to a lad.
Back at college, I walked to and from campus every day. It was a rather boring 15-20 minutes, so I would often “play” songs in my head. Sometimes, if it was a nice day and I was in a particularly good mood, I’d actually sing out loud. However, since I’ve got the worst singing voice in the world and can’t carry a tune to save my life, I never sang when anyone was near. I would always check, ahead and behind, to make sure no one would be within earshot.
Now, being lyrically impaired, there aren’t many songs I can actually sing. “We Didn’t Start the Fire” and “Heart of Rock & Roll” get kinda old after a while. Of the slim repetoire of songs I knew the lyrics to, one of my favorites was “Kiss Me,” by Sixpence None the Richer. I should take this time to point out that I am most certainly a guy. A tall, bearded guy often wearing what appears to be a rather grim expression (even if I’m in a good mood). And my voice is definitely several octaves below anything that should be allowed to sing a song like “Kiss Me.”
So one day, I’m walking along, warbling the song in such a way that is likely punishable by death. It’s a short song, and I still have a bit of distance yet to cover before I reach my apartment, so I go ahead and belt it out again from the top. I finally reach the intersection in front of my building, and before crossing I turn around to check the traffic. And right behind me is a girl who’s presence I had somehow failed to detect. The one day I forget to check if someone was behind me. I know she had heard both of my renditions “Kiss Me”–unless she hopped the 7ft foot wall or jumped out of a moving car, she had to have been behind me for quite some time. She was just standing there, not making eye contact and trying oh so hard not to crack a smile and laugh her ass off.
I just turned back around and–with a face now the color of a baboon’s behind–crossed the street quickly and ducked into my building. Thankfully, our paths never crossed again, though I did later learn she lived in the same building.
I made an effort to learn new songs after that. And to check behind me more often.
Not weird I guess…but here goes.
My husband and I were with another couple waiting on line for tickets for The 6th Sense. I was chatting away and then grabbed my husband by the arm, put my head on his shoulder and said something cute (as per usual).
The problem was, it wasn’t my husband. It was the guy in front of my husband. Just some random guy with his other arm around his actual girlfriend :smack: .
Of course my husband says “What the hell are you doing?” at the same time I’m talking to my newly acquired mate. Did he just gain the ability to throw his voice?–that was my first thought. The looks on all faces were pure gems.
Sad part is we had to stay behind them for quite a while after that. I got to memorize my shoes.
Apparently this seemed odd…
A couple of years before my dog Princess died, she got loose while we were untangling her lead. She was thirteen at the time, quite elderly by dog standards, so you wouldn’t expect her to have had much get up and go. And you’d be wrong.
She took off like a bat out of hell, and made for the neighbor’s yard through the woods. So I chased her, and chased her, and my brother chased her, and she headed for the highway that our road connects to.
With visions of her being hit by a car, again, I managed to tackle her on our road, less than three feet from the highway. She was pissed, and kept trying to bite me when I attempted to pick her up. That wasn’t going to work so I kept her pinned to the ground while my brother and I thought things over. It seemed like putting her in the car and driving her home - we were now about 1/4 a mile from home - would be wiser than wasting time looking for a leash (remember, we didn’t expect her to take off earlier) or muzzle so she wouldn’t bite if I carried her, so my brother ran back to the house to get my car.
Meanwhile, another car approached along the highway. And stopped. Wondering why the young woman was pinning an angry dog to the ground…I told him things were fine, thanks, my brother would be right there. He didn’t seem to belive that things were okay until my brother drove up and helped me put the damn dog in the car. I suspect he thought the dog was rabid or something.
AND an orangutang. That’s unusual.
Picking my nose with my tongue. It’s something I tend to do absent-mindedly while my hands are otherwise engaged. I have a very long and dextrous tongue, what can I say?
Dude, are you FAMOUS? 
You should be.
No, but sometimes I pretend. 
Crap! Won’t let me remote link!
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