Showing posts with label college. Show all posts
Showing posts with label college. Show all posts


College Sex Capades  

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No, this isn't a blog post about the sexual exploits of plushy mascots on ice. So if you're into that, I apologize. Maybe next time.

I was tagged by the blog
Father Muskrat to post a blog about seven random acts by whores, but since he changed the assignment he was given, I decided to do the same. I now present to you: Three embarrassing sex stories which actually happened to my friends.
(I have changed all their names to protect the not so innocent.)



1. "You, Me, and The Virgin Makes Three."


So back in college I lived in a huge house with about 9 roommates. One of our friends was a freshman named "Matt." One day Matt sat down with me and my roommate "Carl" to get our upperclassman advice. He had a huge crush on a friend of his, a freshman girl named "Samantha," but he feared he might be venturing too far into the "friend zone" with her. This is when Carl chimed in with his sage advice and the conversation went something like this.

Carl: I wouldn't even worry if she was interested in you as more than a friend, you're a really good guy, and what you should worry about is if she's a good girl.

Matt: How do I tell that?

Carl: Well, I'd say if she'll sleep with me, then she's not a good girl.

Matt: What?

Carl: This is how it's going to go down — we're having a party tonight and I'm going to hit on this girl. If I can manage to get her to sleep with me tonight then she's not a good girl for you.

Now Matt was a little upset by Carl's social experiment, but I found it hard to fault his logic. So later that night we had a huge house party and sure enough, Samantha and Carl broke-off and headed upstairs to his room, emerging a little while later. Matt walked up to Carl and said: "Please tell me you didn't just do what I think you did?" Carl put his arm around Matt and said: "Matt, she's not a good girl at all, in fact she's very bad."

Matt was understandably crushed and later that night he got really wasted and somehow ended-up in a threesome with our roommate "Pete" and another "bad girl." Matt later told me that he was a virgin before that encounter. Matt went on to tell me that he only lasted about 30 seconds during the act and after he prematurely finished he didn't know what to do with himself, so he just sat uncomfortably across from them the rest of the time. I found out that Pete had to stop halfway through and just tell Matt he'd meet him downstairs when they were done. I still feel bad for the poor kid, it was either one of the coolest ways to lose your virginity, or one of the worst.


2. "The Longest Walk of Shame."


One year in college a few of us went to a Halloween party. I was a ninja, "Ed" was a pirate, and "Chris" was a Cow. Admittedly the pirate and ninja costumes sort of sucked, they were half-ass thrown together caricatures of what a pirate, or ninja might wear if they shopped at the dollar store. Chris however went all out with his cow costume, he'd purchased an entire cow suit, complete with rubber utters and a large dangling copper cowbell. He even painted his face in a black and white calico pattern. As luck would have it, he met a girl at the party dressed as a farmers daughter and they ended up hitting it off. At the end of the night she took him back to her dorm to milk his utters. (Sorry, that one was too easy.)

Chris ended up passing out that night and woke up at 8:55 the next morning. It appeared that Chris would now have to do the "walk of shame" across campus in broad daylight, while wearing a cow costume, but it got even worse.

Just as the morning hangover fog started to clear in his head, he felt an extreme wave of terror crash on him. He realized it was Friday and he had a 9am english lit exam. He said a quick goodbye to the farmers daughter and sprinted across campus dressed head-to-toe in a ridiculous cow costume. To add to his humiliation, the cowbell connected to his costume clinked and clanked with each stride to his classroom. He arrived at class just as they were passing the exams out, luckily the teacher was nice enough to feel his pain and let him take a makeup exam the next week, but for him the damage was already done.


3. "Numb Love"


So in college my friend "Barry" started hooking up with this one girl on a regular basis, but every time they had sex, he had a serious problem with his stamina. These 60 second bouts were really becoming an embarrassing problem for him and he didn't know what to do about it, until one day he found an ad in the back of an adult magazine advertising a topical numbing spray called Stud 100®. A couple weeks later the spray arrived in the mail and he was excited to test it out. So he called the girl over and as things started to progress Barry excused himself and went to the bathroom to apply the spray. He read all instructions on the box which included this:

"STUD 100® is easy to use and works quickly. It’s a mild anesthetic, sprayed on to the penis 5 to 15 minutes before intercourse."

So he gave himself a few sprits and went back into the bedroom, confident. He knew he had some time to kill so they started into foreplay. They weren't a minute into it before she went down on him, he thought he was in the clear because it wasn't "intercourse." Well she came up a short time later saying: "My mouf is mumb I fink umthing is wong wif it." And that's when he had to fess up to her. I think it's safe to say that he now has a new definition of the word "intercourse."

I think this forward needs to be passed along to a lady, so I will now forward this meme to the blog
Bridget Jones Has Nothing On Me. Since we changed the rules, you can too. Past topics were: "List seven random things." "List seven whores a whoring." "List three embarrassing sex stories."






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Malefactor Comic "Threesome"  

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This is the first in a comic series I'm working on with the nut-tastic (that sounded perverse) illustrator Tamara Starr. The series is titled "Malefactor."

Malefactor \ˈma-lə-fak-tər\
1: One who commits an offense against the law ; especially : felon.
2: One who does ill toward another.









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Random Acts of Boredom #1  

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Sometimes when I'm bored I like to dress beer bottles up like people and pose them in random scenarios. 

In this picture, two sober O'Douls bottles coerce a drunken St. Pauli Girl to strip her label off. Budweiser lies passed out on the couch in the background.

My friend Colleen and I made this particular masterpiece back in the winter of 2000. 
I like to call it: "Enjoy Irresponsibly."






"That Time I Found An Old Woman's Porn Stash"  

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Welcome to the first installment of a new segment to my blog chronicling some recollections of my college years of the mid/late 90's. This first recollection takes us back to my second senior year in college.



I was getting drunk at "Friday's" on a Tuesday. My roommates and I needed to throw a few back, having just been verbally beaten by the previous occupant of the house that we'd just moved to. We'd only lived there five days and we'd already had a run-in with the management, but I'll get to all that in a bit.

Let's start with my living arrangements. For two years I lived in a fraternity house which made it very difficult for me to concentrate on my studies. You see, I have a very short attention span and I often get distracted by shiny objects, like kegs. So I decided to look for a new house with three scholastically minded friends of mine.

We found a great place right down the street from the fraternity house, it was close to campus and totally secluded. When I say secluded, I mean the house was located behind another house. I'm not kidding, the address was 33 1/2. The only way to get to it (much less see it) was to go down the driveway of the house in front and then cut across a backyard littered with kids toys.

The house was a carriage house back in the olden days before MTV. There were all these rusty iron rings in the outside wall for the original owners to tie-up their horses.



This place was hidden like the bat cave. This was both good and bad, because we were now able to hide from the party people from our old house, but if we wanted any sort of food delivered it was a major pain in the ass.

This was a typical conversation with the local pizza delivery guy:

Me:
Ok. My address is 33 and a half, Bellevue Avenue.

Pizza Guy:
Did you say "and a half"?

Me:
Yeah, it's actually a carriage house that's behind another house.

Pizza Guy:
A what?

Me:
It's a house behind a house. You just need to go to 33 Bellevue, then walk down the driveway and it's the half a house in the back.

Pizza Guy:
(Silence)

Me:
How about you call me when you get here and I'll just come out and meet you in the driveway.

Pizza Guy:
Cool, see you in 20.



So when we moved in, the house was completely bare, except for the master bedroom downstairs. The landlord told us that her mother was living in there, but now she's on vacation and if we would clean out her room, she would give us a discount on rent that month. She instructed us to just pile it all in the living room and she would have her husband stop by later in the week to cart it all away.

We took "vacation" as a code word for dead, so we started moving everything into the living room.

After moving the mattress and dresser we went to work on the bedroom closet, where we unearthed quite an interesting find — a shoebox containing a pellet gun and a 1980's Playgirl magazine with Robert Redford on the cover.


Apparently the little old lady liked her private times
rough & Redford.


So a few days passed and we were all just sitting around watching TV, when we hear a key turn in the lock and an old woman walks in.

Us:
Um...Can I help you?

Old Woman:
Who the f@*k are you kids!?

Us:
What? We live here, who are you?

Old Woman:
I f@*king live here!

Us:
What? No we rented the place on Thursday.

Old Woman:
Well you must have talked to my daughter, I was out of town and she didn't tell me she was renting my house out to kids! I told her no kids! No kids! I don't want any wild parties in my house!

Us:
Well we don't want parties either, that's why we moved here. To study.
(I'm not sure how we kept a straight face after saying that)

Old Woman:
To study huh? What are you freshman, how old are you boys?
That one looks like he's 12.
(gesturing to my friend Jay, who really did look 12)

All Of Us:
23, 23, 22, 21. Actually two of us are grad students and the other two are juniors.

Old Woman:
Grad students huh? Well you looked younger. I guess you're ok.
So what did you boys do with my pellet gun, did you steal it?

So this was our introduction to the previous tenant of 33 1/2 Bellevue. We later discovered that this crazy old woman had been using the place as a "crash pad," only sleeping in the house a couple times a month. Her daughter decided to rent the place out, but never informed her mother that it was rented.

We did return the pellet gun to her, but I think she was too embarrassed to ask about the Playgirl magazine. So what happened to that magazine? Well that's a story I'll have to save for my next post:
"That Time It Wasn't What It Looked Like."

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