I kind of wish I hadn't.
My friend's brother, I guess I'll call him Pete*, is a bit of a special case. He's got Aspergers, and rather than any sort of Rain Man-esque skill, he's just very socially awkward and and does drugs with a single minded passion. With his condition, heavy pot smoking and acid use does little to help him make very good decisions, and he usually makes some hilariously bad ones on a regular basis.

One day, I was hanging out with a mutual friend, when he called up Pete and put him on speaker phone. After Pete and I had said hello, he went back to ignoring me, and later seemed genuinely surprised to learn that I had heard everything he had said. The conversation went like this:

"Hey, Pete, we were looking to hang out, what are you doing?"
"Nothing, but you know that thing I was talking about the other night, Fred?"
"Getting a hooker?"
"Yeah. I went on google, and typed in 'hot, sexy black escorts, in Craptown, New York,' and it worked. Now I know what sex feels like."
"Oh...I don't know what to say Pete, I guess how'd it go?"
"It was pretty good. First I went down on her, then we had sex when I was done."

I half wish I hadn't heard that one, funny as I found it. I don't know which is worse, though, going down on a hooker, or finding one on google.

*Names have been changed for obvious reasons.
( Ithyphallophobia, Sat 27 Aug 2011, 8:07, 2 replies)

Then what happenend?

( broadsword now that's fresh, Sat 27 Aug 2011, 10:38, closed)

kinda funny
my mate was in amsterdam, and on talking with a bunch of American lads, they were surprised he's never slept with a hooker, promptly dragged him off to one, paid and chucked him in. Quote of the moment, was that he was doing his thing and was heading south for a bit of oral. She stopped him, and proceeded to say "don' go there; many men had been there".
( schizophrenic_sheep, Sat 27 Aug 2011, 12:31, closed)