This one's a bit better...
My boyfriend and I went to a rave in the woods. After settling down and setting up camp, we embarked on a mission to purchase psychodelic substances. We began with the typical whispering among ourselves, pointing at shady guys with backpacks trying to find out who was holding and who was just plain shady. I finally found someone who just HAD to have something yummy to ingest, judging by the large crowd that had assembled around him. Quietly, self-consciously, I crept forward to approach him and began to whisper my needs in his ear, but alas the music was too loud. "Speak up!" he demanded. I cleared my throat nervously and started to speak up a little more. I was terribly afraid of anyone hearing me. Just when I was about to ask him a second time, he pushed me aside and said, "Hold on!" Several people were giving us funny looks by then, including my boyfriend. He turned toward the crowd and announced, in the manner of a bazaar peddler, "Mushrooms! Ecstasy! Acid! Get your psychodelics here!" His voice rang through the forest, without shame or remorse. There was no way you couldn't hear him. He then turned to me again and said, "Okay, what were you asking about?"
(BrainSurgerysFun, Tue 19 Feb 2008, 0:56, Reply)