Members Slunderfungus Posted December 31, 2012 Members Share Posted December 31, 2012 {censored} this thread died a more sudden death than I thought it would Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members Cougar Hunter Posted December 31, 2012 Members Share Posted December 31, 2012 When I was like 5 years old, the commercial for "mousetrap" was on TV. It was a Milton Bradley game.In the commercial, a couple of kids get trapped in a cage. I thought they would die.It gave me a giant boner. I'm not joking.EDIT: I thought women peed out of their butts.I thought losing game show contestants were executed. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members Cougar Hunter Posted December 31, 2012 Members Share Posted December 31, 2012 When I was like 5 years old, the commercial for "mousetrap" was on TV. It was a Milton Bradley game.In the commercial, a couple of kids get trapped in a cage. I thought they would die.It gave me a giant boner. I'm not joking.EDIT: I thought women peed out of their butts.I thought losing game show contestants were executed. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members Goop Posted December 31, 2012 Members Share Posted December 31, 2012 Originally Posted by Cougar Hunter I thought women peed out of their butts. Same here. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members Goop Posted December 31, 2012 Members Share Posted December 31, 2012 Originally Posted by Cougar Hunter I thought women peed out of their butts. Same here. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members Bucksstudent Posted December 31, 2012 Members Share Posted December 31, 2012 When I was eight, we had a movie rental place that later became a Blockbuster (And is now a mattress shop). I had never been in there, but a guy at school told me that I should go to the door in the back. "They got nay-ked women in there!" Of course, I balked and told him he meant XXX videos, to which he responded: "No! Real naked women!" I imagined women, like in a locker room, walking around, taking off their clothes. At age two or three, I used to stay up with my grandmother watching movies on my father's big screen TV. One night, she decided to watch what was basically a soft-core porno with some guy who looked like Luke Perry. It revolved around him screwing them, and them retelling their sexual escapades in a church to the camera. I have not found out what this movie was (I have tried and tried!!!), but I was pretty turned on by it. I blame that experience on being miserable for the next twelve years, because I wanted to bang a woman so badly. I never liked girls my age, either. Of course, one of my favorite teen stories revolves around me breaking and entering an empty house with neighborhood kids in Louisiana. My father lived in a large subdivision that was mostly made up of trailers and small houses. This particular house was remodeled on the inside, but no one lived there and it wasn't for sell. The fellow B&E's were a fourteen-year-old kid named "TC," (who later asked me if I would tell anyone if I woke up and found a condom up my butt), some girl who looked like a miniature Reese Whetherspoon, and the seven-year old neighbor boy (Whose sister annoyed us to no end, and even tried to get us in trouble for the B&E). At the time, I was probably twelve, and I didn't realize what we did was illegal. We climbed in through a window, and we looked around for a bit. That house had one of the nicest, modern bathrooms I have ever seen. The master bedroom has dead wasps all over the floor... We climbed the shelves in a closet into the attic once the little kid's sister started screaming for us. We stayed up there for twenty minutes and climbed back out the window. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members Bucksstudent Posted December 31, 2012 Members Share Posted December 31, 2012 When I was eight, we had a movie rental place that later became a Blockbuster (And is now a mattress shop). I had never been in there, but a guy at school told me that I should go to the door in the back. "They got nay-ked women in there!" Of course, I balked and told him he meant XXX videos, to which he responded: "No! Real naked women!" I imagined women, like in a locker room, walking around, taking off their clothes. At age two or three, I used to stay up with my grandmother watching movies on my father's big screen TV. One night, she decided to watch what was basically a soft-core porno with some guy who looked like Luke Perry. It revolved around him screwing them, and them retelling their sexual escapades in a church to the camera. I have not found out what this movie was (I have tried and tried!!!), but I was pretty turned on by it. I blame that experience on being miserable for the next twelve years, because I wanted to bang a woman so badly. I never liked girls my age, either. Of course, one of my favorite teen stories revolves around me breaking and entering an empty house with neighborhood kids in Louisiana. My father lived in a large subdivision that was mostly made up of trailers and small houses. This particular house was remodeled on the inside, but no one lived there and it wasn't for sell. The fellow B&E's were a fourteen-year-old kid named "TC," (who later asked me if I would tell anyone if I woke up and found a condom up my butt), some girl who looked like a miniature Reese Whetherspoon, and the seven-year old neighbor boy (Whose sister annoyed us to no end, and even tried to get us in trouble for the B&E). At the time, I was probably twelve, and I didn't realize what we did was illegal. We climbed in through a window, and we looked around for a bit. That house had one of the nicest, modern bathrooms I have ever seen. The master bedroom has dead wasps all over the floor... We climbed the shelves in a closet into the attic once the little kid's sister started screaming for us. We stayed up there for twenty minutes and climbed back out the window. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members Cougar Hunter Posted December 31, 2012 Members Share Posted December 31, 2012 Originally Posted by Bucksstudent At age two or three, I used to stay up with my grandmother watching movies on my father's big screen TV. One night, she decided to watch what was basically a soft-core porno with some guy who looked like Luke Perry. It revolved around him screwing them, and them retelling their sexual escapades in a church to the camera. I have not found out what this movie was (I have tried and tried!!!), but I was pretty turned on by it. I blame that experience on being miserable for the next twelve years, because I wanted to bang a woman so badly. I never liked girls my age, either. Sounds like Whispers in the Dark. Was this right around '92? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members Cougar Hunter Posted December 31, 2012 Members Share Posted December 31, 2012 Originally Posted by Bucksstudent At age two or three, I used to stay up with my grandmother watching movies on my father's big screen TV. One night, she decided to watch what was basically a soft-core porno with some guy who looked like Luke Perry. It revolved around him screwing them, and them retelling their sexual escapades in a church to the camera. I have not found out what this movie was (I have tried and tried!!!), but I was pretty turned on by it. I blame that experience on being miserable for the next twelve years, because I wanted to bang a woman so badly. I never liked girls my age, either. Sounds like Whispers in the Dark. Was this right around '92? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members magh8 Posted December 31, 2012 Members Share Posted December 31, 2012 I think i was around 7 or 8.. I was playing with my friend darren from school and had to pee... I would whip it out and pee practically anywhere...so I was peeing off the side of his driveway and as he came up behind me and said ''what are you doing" I peed on him and couldn't stop laughing as I chased him peeing on him... His dad ran out of the house chasing me yelling.. " YOU PISSED ON MY SON!"...lol true story Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members magh8 Posted December 31, 2012 Members Share Posted December 31, 2012 I think i was around 7 or 8.. I was playing with my friend darren from school and had to pee... I would whip it out and pee practically anywhere...so I was peeing off the side of his driveway and as he came up behind me and said ''what are you doing" I peed on him and couldn't stop laughing as I chased him peeing on him... His dad ran out of the house chasing me yelling.. " YOU PISSED ON MY SON!"...lol true story Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members guitarcapo Posted December 31, 2012 Members Share Posted December 31, 2012 When I was a kid there was this stop sign by our house with this tree branch that hung out over the street. We took a G.I. Joe doll and put a noose around his neck and stuffed a dollar bill in each hand. When people would stop, we would lower the doll in front of their windshield. A lot of people thought it was weird but then they saw the money and would get out of their car to grab it. Then we would raise the G.I. Joe doll up. Another time we made a dummy out of some old clothes and this head that hair stylists used to put wigs on. We took it out to this ditch by the road and would throw it out under oncoming cars. One time the car stopped and we ran. The car was still stopped there about 5 minutes later and there was this little old lady behind the wheel crying "Somebody help. I think I killed someone" It was really sad and we felt like {censored}. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members guitarcapo Posted December 31, 2012 Members Share Posted December 31, 2012 When I was a kid there was this stop sign by our house with this tree branch that hung out over the street. We took a G.I. Joe doll and put a noose around his neck and stuffed a dollar bill in each hand. When people would stop, we would lower the doll in front of their windshield. A lot of people thought it was weird but then they saw the money and would get out of their car to grab it. Then we would raise the G.I. Joe doll up. Another time we made a dummy out of some old clothes and this head that hair stylists used to put wigs on. We took it out to this ditch by the road and would throw it out under oncoming cars. One time the car stopped and we ran. The car was still stopped there about 5 minutes later and there was this little old lady behind the wheel crying "Somebody help. I think I killed someone" It was really sad and we felt like {censored}. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members Jesse G Posted December 31, 2012 Author Members Share Posted December 31, 2012 I didn't get circumcised until I was like 10 because my skin was closing up on my dick to where I could barely pee and when I did, it came out sideways. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members Jesse G Posted December 31, 2012 Author Members Share Posted December 31, 2012 I didn't get circumcised until I was like 10 because my skin was closing up on my dick to where I could barely pee and when I did, it came out sideways. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members Jesse G Posted December 31, 2012 Author Members Share Posted December 31, 2012 This reminds me of a post here where I read someone said they had a dream they were banging a hot girl from behind and she turned arpound and had michael jackson's face. Who was that? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members Jesse G Posted December 31, 2012 Author Members Share Posted December 31, 2012 This reminds me of a post here where I read someone said they had a dream they were banging a hot girl from behind and she turned arpound and had michael jackson's face. Who was that? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members Nick H Posted December 31, 2012 Members Share Posted December 31, 2012 When I was 5, my mom sent me to play with a girl the same age at her house. At some point, I had to use the bathroom and she asked me if she could watch me. I thought it was a little wierd, but let her anyway. After that she pulled down her pants and used the bathroom and said I could watch, but I didn't pay attention while she did it. After we got done, the girl's mom found us and started talking to the girl, I was never quite sure if she figured out what happened or not. When I was about 10 or 11, my friend and I were walking through our neighborhood, when we found an old kiddie car stuffed into the bushes, the kind that you could sit on and roll around on. We both were far too big for it at the time, but it held our weight. We then preceded to ride it down the biggest hill in the neighborhood. My friend chickened out and didn't ride all the way down. I rode all the way down without slowing down any, but at the bottom of the hill there was a sharp turn. I couldn't slow down fast enough and the thing tipped right over. I was wearing gym shorts and they slid right up and I literally skinned my ass through the course of about 5 feet of concrete. I never did it again. When I was in the 6th grade, we got a new puppy, a yellow lab. She was quite cute, however she teethed on anything and everything, including people. My younger brothers quickly became scared of her and would always run from her in the backyard. I guess this became like a game for her, because soon she would chase every kid that came in the yard, including me, and jump and bite/chew on them when she caught them. Before long, this became the center of entertainment. When our friends would come over, it would always be a contest to see who could avaiod my dog, by running, climbing, or distracting her, and to laugh as the slowest/least fortunate friend got semi-mauled by my dog. good days.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members Nick H Posted December 31, 2012 Members Share Posted December 31, 2012 When I was 5, my mom sent me to play with a girl the same age at her house. At some point, I had to use the bathroom and she asked me if she could watch me. I thought it was a little wierd, but let her anyway. After that she pulled down her pants and used the bathroom and said I could watch, but I didn't pay attention while she did it. After we got done, the girl's mom found us and started talking to the girl, I was never quite sure if she figured out what happened or not. When I was about 10 or 11, my friend and I were walking through our neighborhood, when we found an old kiddie car stuffed into the bushes, the kind that you could sit on and roll around on. We both were far too big for it at the time, but it held our weight. We then preceded to ride it down the biggest hill in the neighborhood. My friend chickened out and didn't ride all the way down. I rode all the way down without slowing down any, but at the bottom of the hill there was a sharp turn. I couldn't slow down fast enough and the thing tipped right over. I was wearing gym shorts and they slid right up and I literally skinned my ass through the course of about 5 feet of concrete. I never did it again. When I was in the 6th grade, we got a new puppy, a yellow lab. She was quite cute, however she teethed on anything and everything, including people. My younger brothers quickly became scared of her and would always run from her in the backyard. I guess this became like a game for her, because soon she would chase every kid that came in the yard, including me, and jump and bite/chew on them when she caught them. Before long, this became the center of entertainment. When our friends would come over, it would always be a contest to see who could avaiod my dog, by running, climbing, or distracting her, and to laugh as the slowest/least fortunate friend got semi-mauled by my dog. good days.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members NeloAngelo Posted December 31, 2012 Members Share Posted December 31, 2012 Originally Posted by guitarcapo Another time we made a dummy out of some old clothes and this head that hair stylists used to put wigs on. We took it out to this ditch by the road and would throw it out under oncoming cars. One time the car stopped and we ran. The car was still stopped there about 5 minutes later and there was this little old lady behind the wheel crying "Somebody help. I think I killed someone" It was really sad and we felt like {censored}. that's {censored}ing epic. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members NeloAngelo Posted December 31, 2012 Members Share Posted December 31, 2012 Originally Posted by guitarcapo Another time we made a dummy out of some old clothes and this head that hair stylists used to put wigs on. We took it out to this ditch by the road and would throw it out under oncoming cars. One time the car stopped and we ran. The car was still stopped there about 5 minutes later and there was this little old lady behind the wheel crying "Somebody help. I think I killed someone" It was really sad and we felt like {censored}. that's {censored}ing epic. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members pioneerprogress Posted December 31, 2012 Members Share Posted December 31, 2012 Originally Posted by Jesse G This reminds me of a post here where I read someone said they had a dream they were banging a hot girl from behind and she turned arpound and had michael jackson's face. Who was that? It was me, and it didn't go down like that. I wasn't banging her from behind, it was like a standing/lying down thing, facing one another. And it wasn't just the face, suddenly the whole thing was MJ and I was banging his butt. It was traumatizing. This wasn't when I was a kid though, it was like last year Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members pioneerprogress Posted December 31, 2012 Members Share Posted December 31, 2012 Originally Posted by Jesse G This reminds me of a post here where I read someone said they had a dream they were banging a hot girl from behind and she turned arpound and had michael jackson's face. Who was that? It was me, and it didn't go down like that. I wasn't banging her from behind, it was like a standing/lying down thing, facing one another. And it wasn't just the face, suddenly the whole thing was MJ and I was banging his butt. It was traumatizing. This wasn't when I was a kid though, it was like last year Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members pioneerprogress Posted December 31, 2012 Members Share Posted December 31, 2012 Originally Posted by Jesse G ^^Pretty much Also, I clearly remember being about 1 year old and first learning to walk and learning my way around the house NB4 someone says that's impossible to remember when you were a baby because of something they read somewhere I believe you, because I have plenty of very vivid memories from that age. My favorite being from sometime before my 2nd birthday (don't know exactly when), but my dad played music so there was always guitars and a drumkit around. He would set me at the drumkit and let me go to town on it. I remember one day stopping and thinking, "I don't know how to play the drums, people are probably laughing at me". I confirmed this with my dad, he says he remembers one day I stopped playing and I wouldn't play the drums any more after that. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members pioneerprogress Posted December 31, 2012 Members Share Posted December 31, 2012 Originally Posted by Jesse G ^^Pretty much Also, I clearly remember being about 1 year old and first learning to walk and learning my way around the house NB4 someone says that's impossible to remember when you were a baby because of something they read somewhere I believe you, because I have plenty of very vivid memories from that age. My favorite being from sometime before my 2nd birthday (don't know exactly when), but my dad played music so there was always guitars and a drumkit around. He would set me at the drumkit and let me go to town on it. I remember one day stopping and thinking, "I don't know how to play the drums, people are probably laughing at me". I confirmed this with my dad, he says he remembers one day I stopped playing and I wouldn't play the drums any more after that. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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