I went to the Rocky Horror Picture Show at the Key in Georgetown in full wedding attire the night of my wedding to Winglet’s sire (after inhaling)
I sold rolls of plastic drain pipe to Brent Musburger at the Marshall Co-Op.
Glad to find that I am not the only one to have ridden nekkid.
Auntie Pat got to see John Denver, I fell asleep during Jethro Tull and Yes (the Tormato tour) but sang along with every song with Dan Fogelburg and the Who
Friendship is Love without his wings
-Lord Byron
<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Merry:
3. I posed nude (well, with a black feather boa and a bouquet of white roses) for some black and white Christmas pics for Mr. Merry. My friend, a pro photographer, shot them in a studio. I gave some framed shots to Mr. Merry and he stared at them and said, “Where exactly do I hang these? I mean, when other people visit our house, do I say to the men, ‘Hey, wanna come over here and take a look at my wife’?” 
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Mr. Midge took a photo of me brushing my hair one morning on our honeymoon. Why am I the one who always has to remember to put the picture under the bed??? 
Just because you’re not paranoid, doesn’t mean they’re not out to get you.
Poor Beezer. Seeing her big sis’ spill her tawdry life stories on the BB. Yet, do any tales truly surprise her?
I have no interpersonal fart stories to share. However, I do have some great vomit anecdotes. The most priceless one:
So I’m dating cute blond Boy Toy, but I’m kind of embarrassed about the looks I get, so we try to go to dark places and slink around. One night we’re at the movies all snuggly-buggly. It was some intense drama. Suddenly the woman in front of us gets up, starts to make this mad dash out of her seat and down the congested row in the dark. Suddenly she grabs her stomach, leans over the back of her chair and BARFS! Of course, it projects right into my Boy Toy’s lap!!!
Needless to say, it kind of put a damper on the night. And so much for quietly exiting the theatre.
First concert: The Osmonds at the Forum in Inglewood. Of Forum Horse Show fame.
thats so cool tho! I have so much respect for people who tend to do things more conservatively… staying with someone they met younger, or those girls who wait until they’re married to take off their pants… in a way its so different, but also it shows that you’ve withstood all kinds of peer and societal pressures… I dunno, I’m happy with how I’ve played my cards but its honestly really neat to see that you two have been together for so long.
I’ll quit now or I’ll get all mushy since this is the first time ever I’ve been with someone that I couldn’t foresee exactly how and when it was going to end, and I can see myself being with him forever. (marriage, nope not seeing that one yet. babies, hell no. not yet, not ever) ok you all can vomit now, I got all cute and emotional for once. but I did fart on him twice today 
Laura
oh, and my man is a 6’5" bass AND electric player! He is so sexy!!! I love watching him play…mmmm
<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Coreene:
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Here’s a serious question, Coreene: Did you REALLY do that? As in, “regularly”?
As suspected
I am, blush, more pure than Coreene. 
I left the room before the guy woke up and whipped one of his t-shirts with the excuse that I needed a shirt (right, over my dress), but of course “borrowed” the limited edition one that only went to band and certain crew members.
I left him a note saying “Oh, I borrowed a t-shirt, I’ll send it back.” And then forgot.
I did know this person before (no, it was not David Lee Roth), so it was not a groupie thang.
My physical therapist is sadistic.
He takes pleasure in making me scream. And not screaming in a pleasurable sense, either.
I mean, when you yell UNCLE, OWWW, OWWWWW GOD D@MMIT, doesn’t that convey the idea of STOP HURTING ME YOU MORON ?
I think to be a PT you have to be a sick, evil, twisted person who is in to S&M. 
Proud member of the “I Hate Physical Therapy” clique | Auction for Aiden!
…but I can’t post it here.
And no, it wasn’t any guitarist that I have known, it was a story someone else told me.
Now back to big boobies. My minimizer - I know we talked about these on the Riding With Big Boobs thread - is made by Lilyette. They don’t bounce at all in this bra. I tried on every single minimizer at three different stores, and I always come back to this one because it Uber Minimizes and Keeps 'Em From Bouncing.
You know, they could do a great BB version of The Real World. Call it BB Live.
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<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by BlueGreenBlue:
First concert: Prince, Purple Rain, in Minneapolis.
My rottie (who lives with my ex) used to fart, and whenever she would fart, she would turn around and look at her butt like “what was THAT?” it was hilarious!
>^.,.^<
~~Linda
“My treasures do not clink or glitter; they gleam in the sun and neigh in the night”
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Oh mein goodness! I LOFF Prince.
My friend’s Rottie did that SAME thing!!! 
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SERIOUSLY? My Rottie did the SAME THING too!!!
she woulf fart (oh god they smelled SO bad!) look at her butt, look at us, then get up and move a few feet away…lol
“Practice does not make perfect - perfect practice makes perfect” - Christilot Boylen(in a roundabout way )
“I’ll allow the baby-eating silliness, but y’all can’t just ramble on about everything under the sun out here.” - Erin
Merry,
Before you get too impressed, I should probably clarify that one time I was proposed to while I was completely drunk. I said “yes” but took it back the next day.
I figure it counts so as to make my total more impressive!
First Concert - Ratt with Bon Jovi as their opening act 
California Dreamin’…
I feel so alone… 
“Probably my greatest shame: I’ve been engaged 3 times and broke off every one–once after the invitations were out.”- Dogchushu
I am danged impressed! I thought I was vile when I coerced a boyfriend of 4 years to buy me the diamond, knowing full well that at the moment he got down on his knee to propose I’d have to begin devising a plan to break it off, since I never intended to actually MARRY him.
As for The Lovely Coreene’s method of nabbing manmeat: I must confess I did once put my eye on a particular cutey. I did the ol’ pinch on the butt and wink approach. It got me a nice three week fling in a beach house.
First concert?
Starship, Orange co. Fairgrounds, NY
<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by HFSH:
Okay, who hear will confess to OWNING at least ONE pair of leg warmers??
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OWNED…as in, I no longer have them! But I owned at least a couple of pairs, to be worn over Levi jeans and with a La Coste (Alligator) polo shirt (accept no imitations!). I also confess to having had feathered hair. The early 80’s mixed with junior high…those were some scary times!!!
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Finally something that I can “own” up to!
I have never danced on top of a table or a bar (another member of the “I dance like Chandler from Friends clique”). Never flashed.
But, I…
have inhaled (closest I can come to a stoner smiley)
was president of the graduate bar at Brown–this basically meant that I could deal with the manager
attended after hours parties that went so late that it was light by the time we left
accidentally stole a trophy from an orchid show–turns out you don’t keep those perpetual trophies like you do the ones from horse shows.
But, for the most part this thread reminds me of the California produce commercials–the ones where the people say that they’ve never attended a Grateful Dead concert, don’t own a car, etc. but are still Californians.
YES!!! DC is more impure than I am however, I am the same age as her daughter… cower
as for the other test:
You answered “yes” to 188 of 500 questions, making you 62.4% sexually pure (37.6% sexually corrupt); that is, you are 62.4% pure in the sex domain.
I like this one better, but most those questions were dirty! and not good dirty.
Laura
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