Quite a few alfresco tales, (who he?)
At a party once, pre Aids days, a girlie had a queue of us lined up next to the bed. I was about tenth down the line, no one was using rubbers, so you can imagine the state of her clout when it came to me. Think plasterer's bucket.
I gained fame that night by picking up a nearby sock, wiping her out with it and doing the deed. Even now, 20 years later, a guy from my home town reminds me of this, and refers to me as The Sock.

Up a tree in the park, on a drunken stumble home. Some ducks looked at me in a funny way, and put me off the vinegar strokes. Bastards.

I lost my cherry standing up outside a nightclub in the early hours. She was Scottish, red haired and I have no idea of her name now.
(Bear Pookie The Frankly Challenged. Halloween is coming to town., Fri 24 Apr 2009, 12:15, 4 replies)

hahahaha
Good on ya.

Clicks
(aroe_m0rre, Fri 24 Apr 2009, 13:25, closed)

Ew!
Men are pigs!
( girlinthehole, Fri 24 Apr 2009, 13:54, closed)

Pretty much,
yeah.
(Bear Pookie The Frankly Challenged. Halloween is coming to town., Fri 24 Apr 2009, 15:07, closed)

hahaha!
and *boke*
( chart cat has an itch, Sat 25 Apr 2009, 8:47, closed)