Sex & Shenanigans

Imagine a world where the continent of North America slumbers and Sex and Shenanigans is a desolate place. But one man remains, the last of his kind, to roam the empty wasteland. He can live by his own rules but with no one to see that he's doing so does it even matter?

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Were you saving that up for the one night I attempted to sleep?! 🤣
 
This was the longest, most excellent, most exhausting day ever.
But getting to belt out "You'll Never Walk Alone" in a stadium full of half-drunk soccer hooligans has been the highlight of my year.
Now it is bedtime. Good night, pervs!
 
Just a happy coincidence.
Any other night and the American contingent would not have been asleep though 😜

I just accidentally liked a very old instagram pic of an old fling and now I want to sink into the ground. Just end me.
Oof. One of the many reasons I’m happy to have deleted that app! (The other biggest reasons being I hadn’t used it in years by the time the evil Facebook acquired it.)
 
Oh, man, I could make a list...

Surfing during a high shark activity warning. Or surfing a set I had no business being near.

Mentholatum is not a substitute for lube when masturbating.

Standing on the passenger seat of a Volkswagen Baja, up through the sunroof, at 80 down I-5 after Rocky Horror, after being told "if you beat us, you can eat us." Spoiler: we did neither after passing a cop who had pulled someone over. We instead hid in Denny's.)

But my favorite left a mark. Her dad was the "meet you at the door in an NRA shirt and try to crush your hand shaking" guy. Did not like me for no reason I could ascertain. She calls me one night when Dad was in the basement watching the NBA finals. Cue "Mission: Impossible theme." Climbed the fence. I was brilliant, and brought hot dogs to throw for their dog to chase. Across the yard, up a tree, across the roof and into her room. Perfect. On the way out I realized I had thrown all the hotdogs I brought with me getting in. Dog caught me by the foot on the way over. I am trying not to scream or panic hanging over the fence. Managed to get my shoe off, then fell on my head on the other side and had to limp home. She brought my shoe, in three pieces, to me the next day. 40 years later, I still have the scar on my foot.

Totally worth it
*Nods* This fits in well with my theory that every adult male has at least 3 “dude! Did I ever tell you about the time I [insert something so dumb it could have resulted in permanent disability, disfigurement or death]?!” story
 
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