I have a few
When I was a kid, my family would go to the zoo every year. The giraffes were the best, since they only had a tiny fence and you could get up really really close! It was like having a pet! Yaaay! One year -- I was four or five years old at the time -- there we were, staring at the giraffes. Huge animals. They also take massive wees. So, there's one giraffe, happily pissing away while another giraffe comes up and starts drinking, ah, straight from the faucet.
Of course, being four or five, I nearly weed myself laughing with the rest of my siblings, while our mother ushered us away. I suppose all four of us pointing at them, howling with laughter and screaming "HE'S DRINKING THE OTHER ONE'S PEE!" embarrassed her somewhat.
Didn't know that water sports existed in the animal world.
Of course, there was also the obligatory drunk-driving video we had to watch in high school at least three times. All it really showed was the aftermath of car accidents and the mangled bodies therein. A couple autopsy shots. Lovely stuff for fifteen-year-olds.
The best story I have in this regard? A few months ago, I was walking down the street. La-la-la-la! Nice day. Sun was shining, birds were chirping. Cut through the park. La-la-la! Saw what at first I thought was a teenage boy wearing a halter top and skirt panhandling, and slowly realized that... no, it's a teenage girl. A few poorly done home-made tattoos on her arm (well, are any of those well done?). I stared on in amazement as she picked a sizable scab off her shoulder. And ate it.
I ran off. I nearly vomited.
Obligatory penis joke, remark on losing B3ta cherry, etc.
(Ovum Factory, Tue 26 Jun 2007, 0:30, Reply)