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OK - this happened "to a friend of mine" (which of course means it was me . . . )
So some guys and ladies are heading out camping, which usually means a lot of beast light and garbage hotdogs w/out buns because my dumb ass forgot to buy them. So, of course, we tip back a few cocktails as it were, when suddenly the urge hits to take a dip in the river . . . so we gets all naked, and hit the skinny-dipping waters . . . also known as a colossally bad idea, b/c the water was about 2 degrees celsius. So, of course, drunk people - clothes + beer and lake results in the ensuing thunderstorm . . . and we have to bail for dry land before we all die. We run away, and the girls have the gall to say "Wait - turn around, we're going to change first." It's a freaking storm . . . i'm minutes from death, adn the girls don't want us to see them naked. Unreal. That's the whole damn point of skinnydipping - seeing naked people. For real . . . anyway - so they finally finish, we run out of the river, and start tossing on clothes, when "my buddy" (who happens to be exceptionally well endowed i might add - wait, that sounds really bad . . . not that i'm looking at his junk, shit i'm done, i don't know where i'm going with that) starts screaming and yelling and running around . . . with a fairly large leach attached to what some might call his "Manly Trunk". Then . . . he wants to know what to do with it, b/c he doesn't just want to "tear it off . . . ", which makes sense . . . well after limited thrashing the problem removes itself, and we run up to campsite, running right past the park ranger, who was none the wiser although 'sucking wang' jokes were flying left and right. We didn't tell the girls . . . just all sorts of inside jokes left and right.
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