So, it's Thursday...and you know what that means. Yes, it is one day closer to Friday, but that's not exactly what I had in mind. Yes, you're right it's one day closer to the No Pants Party on the Metro. Still not what I meant, but whatever. It's TMI Thursday! Woot, so grab a cup of coffee, a cup of Orange Juice, a hot tea, or your favorite energy drink and get ready for some outrageous stories. As always, much love goes out to Lilu for making this category, if you want even more outrageousness click the pick below.
***Alright, folks, you know the rules. Join us all in humiliating the crap out of yourself every Thursday by sharing some completely tasteless, wholly unclassy, “how many readers can I estrange THIS week??” TMI story about your life. Or hell, about someone else’s!
Now some of you would be right in guessing that last Saturday spent with the Ladies of the Blog, would have given me great fodder for TMI Thursday, but I'll not embarrass them, since they will most definitely read this. So this one (as all my TMI posts have been) is about me.
This story take place in a little town called Monterey, CA. For those of you who have never been there, I would highly recommend taking the trip, but that's not why we're here, so on with the TMI.
I guess I should give you a little background, I was 20 at the time of this incident, and have since put my lecherous ways behind me.
Now some of you may know what those video booths are for at the Novelty Shops. You guessed it, it's for previewing the best parts of movies that are available at the store; however, much to my disbelief, some people use it for other reasons. Much to my embarrassment, I was there for other reasons.
So, for the un-initiated, when you enter into one of these video booths, you insert your money, and then are given a selection of videos to watch. It's all pretty easy, since it was all done by computer. I also forgot to mention that the booths have a maximum occupancy of 1 (and the doors to the booths DO NOT have locks on them).
So, there I was, watching a porno while "taking care of business", and then the door to my booth opens. I wasn't quite finished, but I wasn't close to finished either, so I quickly stowed my manhood, and proceeded to watch the porno. At first I thought I knew who it would be, but then I turned my head to the side, and realized that I did not. Awkward to say the least, as some man, whom I did not know, was in the booth with me, watching a porn. I have no idea if he was "taking care of business", I was too afraid to check. I was also worried that he might try to offer me sexual favors in exchange for sharing the booth with him. So after two minutes, the guy leaves (dude's got no stamina). I know, you're probably thinking, Griffin, why didn't you just get up and leave? I didn't leave because, 1. I had already paid, and since I was poor I wasn't about to lose my money and 2. I hadn't finished my mission.
After the "really fucking creepy" guy left, I managed to finish "taking care of my business" and then walked out as quickly as I could. Never again returning to that store, and I live in CA for another year after that.
Dear GAWD, I really need to stop posting this shit.
Also, who are the two naughtiest animals on the farm?
Brown Chicken, Brown Cow.