I Think They Misunderstood the "Strip" in Strip Mall

[Lace Neil Singer]

I once did it in a car; it was with a good mate, who is still a mate even after that episode... he just drove down the road til we found a dead spot well away from residentual areas, then we pulled the front seats back and had at it.

Then again, where I live it's dead quiet at night; not even the police come near the place so as long as you're away from houses you can do what you like, as loud as you're like.

[Broomjockey]

Please tell me I'm not the only person who thinks there needs to be a "warning, possible TMI" smiley policy instituted? Because I'm with Spiffy. I don't know this much about my closest friends' sex lives. *runs and hides*

[SuperDan]

Shannon Hamilton: You see, Bruce, I like to pick up girls on the rebound from a disappointing relationship. They're much more in need of solace and they're fairly open to suggestion. And, I use that to fuck them some place very uncomfortable.

Brodie: What, like the back of a Volkswagen?

[tollbaby]

*snicker* SuperDan, that was one of my FAVORITE lines from that movie

[cinema guy]

I love the fact that whenever this peccadillo is mentioned, the listener says, 'Like the back of a Volkswagon?'

[Gurndigarn]

Might I suggest the woods?

Ground can be too itchy

That's what blankets are for.

and the last thing one needs is a deer jumping over them.

Most deer are going to keep well away from humans, unless you're in a park where people have been feeding the deer.

My concerns are more along the lines of make sure you're in an area with tree canopy if there are lots of low-flying planes, and make sure you don't get too lost while finding a secluded area.

[tollbaby]

and beware of ticks.

[morgana]

and beware of ticks.

snakes, spiders, mosquitos . . . .

[tollbaby]

snakes, spiders, mosquitos . . . .

Right. I forget that the majority of the people around here DO live in places where toxic spiders/snakes are the norm.... we don't have too many here in Eastern Ontario/Western Quebec

[repsac]

There's a story we often share about a friend of mine named Jimmy. (Note, Jimmy is deceased. Shortly after this story happened he had a car accident. We were in HS together, but this always has made me smile. Maybe it will you too.)

Jimmy was...well how would I best describe him? Nuts is a word. Yeah, Jimmy was nuts, but in a good way. He also had one heck of an arm on him. I remember my early days driving into school. (Ironically, I drove a GMC Jimmy) Jimmy would often grab up big river rocks to throw at stop signs and curve signs along the way. It shocked me that he could hit a moving target at the ranges he did, but enough about that. On to the story.

The story goes (this comes from an ex gf) that Jimmy and another girl whose name eludes me, had ridden with another friend to the local Big Star*. Now, I forget how long they were left alone in the car, but one thing led to another and Jimmy felt the need. He felt the urge, the desire, and it could not wait. There was a problem though. You see, Jimmy lived about six blocks from that store, so people there would likely know him. Oh what to do...what to do? He needed her, she needed...well probably anyone about then, and that's when Jimmy hit upon an idea.

Reaching into the back of the car, Jimmy procured a paper bag and placed it over his head. I kid you not dear friends, he actually did this. Thus with his mask on, and pasty white butt randomly pressing against various parts of the car and window, Jimmy and the girl had their fun. Much to the horror of the person that had driven them there, and anyone who happened to walk past that small car.

I don't know what he was thinking, but I can't get that picture out of my head of a small car, two naked bodies, and the guy with a paper bag over his head. With eye holes no less. Who was he fooling?




* Big Star is a chain only found in a few states but it's primarily in Mississippi. It's a grocery store chain, and was until sometime in the 90's, the last one that actually gave out redemption stamps.

[protege]

I've heard rumors about my neighbor's daugher and her boyfriend using the pine trees along my yard and street for um...use your imagination. Needless to say, I trimed them back a bit. I never caught anyone, but if I do, a bucket of ice-cold water is headed in their general direction, followed by the cops I mean, who wants to "do things" under a pine tree? Wouldn't that be a bit sticky and prickly?

Get a room, or a car. If you do the latter, make sure *not* to set the alarm

[AFpheonix]

Vinyl or leather upholstery and bare bums sound like no fun whatsoever.

[Lace Neil Singer]

Please tell me I'm not the only person who thinks there needs to be a "warning, possible TMI" smiley policy instituted?

Ask and ye shall receive.

[Dragon_Dreamer]

... I so want to throw in my , but this name is a little TOO uncommon.

I will say, the snow is a BAD place. Very bad. (Blame my first ex. I didn't have as much of a spine as I do now.)

[FuzzyKitten99]

Maybe... just maybe... it's his wife...

... yeah, you think it's impossible for someone that age to still be interested in his/her spouse. I know. You young whippersnappers have no idea what sex at an older age is...

(No, I'm not going to add comments about uphill, both ways.)

I would rather have my in-laws go to a parking lot than have to know what they are "up" to in the room below us when we visit their lake place! Mobile home walls and ceilings (they have a loft in theirs where we sleep) are NOT soundproofed or even insulated very well. You hear everything.

At least DH and I have the decency to sneak out to the pontoon in the middle of the night if we want to do something and not be heard. Plus when the kids are sleeping only a few feet away, it kills the mood.