Homecoming
 

Any of you guys make pilgrimages back to your hometown bars and partys for homecoming?

I made a cameo for the first time. A lot of people I barely remember came up to me with different crazy things they remembered me doing .. some of them I'm pretty sure are not true... I don't remember them anyway.

But, the craziest thing was all the girls - and even some guys - who had like vivid recollection of my bedroom from like 12 years ago.

I moved out of my mom and stepdad's house at like 16 because I drove her nuts and I didn't like it there. I moved in with my dad - and I'd almost always spend the weekend at Gramps place. My dad and I - as well as gramps and an uncle would always go to Saratoga for at least 4 weeks .. and he'd try and Dave-proof the place to keep my bro out.

It never worked ... they'd climb up on latters and get in threw a window or some sh!t like that.

Basically ... my bedroom was at a far corner of the house - and if you had a party it was the only place you could really go to get away from everyone.

So ... all of these chicks are telling me how serious you have to be if you're going to go in there and get it on. Many have entered and been cock-blocked by the doomy nature of the room.

They tell me the lights never worked, the floor was loaded with VCR tapes, old racing forms, food wrappers, books, cans, and bottles. The bed sheets had not been washed in ages, and some of the shades on the window were either bent or broke off.

Worst of all ... the one summer ... a few bee's had infiltrated the room before I left .. and by the time I got back there were bee's EVERYWHERE in that room.

The few that were serious enough to try and get it on were stung like Mofo's. They all had different nicknames for it like "the bee room" and the "room of doom."

wait until you're my age and people are presenting photographic evidence of events which you have no recall of.

just chalk it up to a life well lived like i do.

I'm not so sure about well lived with me anyway.

A few of them still had vivid memorys of walking in on me shampooing my hair in a bathroom sink during the middle of the day.

They had like these long skinny sinks ... where you had to rub your hand over to get like 5 to 10 second skinny lines of water out of of... and it was tough as hell to get all the shampoo out in the back.

I did it most days because I always feel so much better after I've had my hair shampooed. I'd come back to class dripping water everywhere from my hair and the back of my shirt and neck would be all wet.

I'd have done it with the water fountain ... but those fountains in the school didn't get good height and the water was too friggin cold anyway.

sissy

It takes a tough man to make a tender forecast.

never. the day i left school was one of the happiest of my life, and i've never gone back.

This is one of the saddest threads in internet history.

It could have been a lot worse ...

Nothing about peeing on other men in the gym shower - or rubbing one out in a pringle's can in the school parking lot - and coming in 30 minutes late, going straight to the library with said pringles can .. grabbing the attendance sheet for the day the school hammers out crazy fast... and going over to a table of sophomores with the sheet in hand and declaring ... "I may be absent ... but my spunk sure isn't" -

as the pringles can gets left on the table I strut victoriously to the vending machine and buy a pack of dunking sticks before showing up in 1st period class without checking in tardy to the school office.

you rebel, you...

OMG:tro:

Shoulda had a van:wf

with the bumper sticker, "If this van's rockin don't bother knockin" :zz: