Teh Nitecrew Thread
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cburkhart78;771965; said:
Yeah. ANd to make matters worse I let her wear my tux jacket while we were waiting for the ambulance. Well I had "protection" in the pockets. When her mom picked her up at the hospital they both went into the bathroom and then she gave me my jacket back. They both acted odd after that. lol Oooops! My bad!!!
MrRngr94;771977; said:Yeah. ANd to make matters worse I let her wear my tux jacket while we were waiting for the ambulance. Well I had "protection" in the pockets. When her mom picked her up at the hospital they both went into the bathroom and then she gave me my jacket back. They both acted odd after that. lol Oooops! My bad!!!
LMAO!!
i got a funny (IMO) prom story
pm me if you want to hear it, i think the mods might delete the post if i put it up
pm me if you want to hear it, i think the mods might delete the post if i put it up
ok it's prom night and im going stag, as i am what some refer to as a loser. it's jr.prom it doesnt matter anyways. well the evening goes well. i dance with a few people, but whatever. so it gets to be that time of the night when they start calling "couples only" dances. me, partnerless, decide to weasel my way into other people's fun for the hell of it.(aint i a stinker) so i get between this guy and his date and start dancing with her. accoring to him, i'm some sort of donkey hole and can go fornicate myself. i land one on his date, and a fight insues. i manage to drag a few people into it before slinking away letting the chaperones take away the "fighters".
the dance goes on and i go to the bathroom. i meet a friend who graduated when i was a freshman, he and one of his friends who was also a grad, were partaking in a drink of "water" that they had concealed in camera film canisters that they brought with them. they offered one but i politely declined. for good reason too, as they were both caught.
the night begins to finally wind down and they call the two last dances of the evening. all the women are called up and are given the song "you are beautiful" to dance to.
the men when called up are given the seemingly insulting gift of the Hokie-Pokie. we're like "WTF" and figure what the fudge and we begin the hokie pokie dance.
left foot in, left foot out. one verse is completed until, we begin mosh pitting in the middle of the floor. now, im no small person. about 6'1"ish 210lbs, everyone says i should have played football. i knock about 20 people down over the course of the song then out of nowhere we all begin chanting "bosoms! bosoms! bosoms!" and continue moshing.
the dance is finally over, and we begin boarding the busses for post-prom. the director of pretty much everything is helping people find their buses. and, jokingly, i ask him where bus # "bosoms" is.
"excuse me?" he says.
"bus #6" i come up with off the top of my head.
"right over there, my man."
the rest of the night was pretty uneventfull,but still fun.
the dance goes on and i go to the bathroom. i meet a friend who graduated when i was a freshman, he and one of his friends who was also a grad, were partaking in a drink of "water" that they had concealed in camera film canisters that they brought with them. they offered one but i politely declined. for good reason too, as they were both caught.
the night begins to finally wind down and they call the two last dances of the evening. all the women are called up and are given the song "you are beautiful" to dance to.
the men when called up are given the seemingly insulting gift of the Hokie-Pokie. we're like "WTF" and figure what the fudge and we begin the hokie pokie dance.
left foot in, left foot out. one verse is completed until, we begin mosh pitting in the middle of the floor. now, im no small person. about 6'1"ish 210lbs, everyone says i should have played football. i knock about 20 people down over the course of the song then out of nowhere we all begin chanting "bosoms! bosoms! bosoms!" and continue moshing.
the dance is finally over, and we begin boarding the busses for post-prom. the director of pretty much everything is helping people find their buses. and, jokingly, i ask him where bus # "bosoms" is.
"excuse me?" he says.
"bus #6" i come up with off the top of my head.
"right over there, my man."
the rest of the night was pretty uneventfull,but still fun.
