Let's tell Stories

So the reds game was pretty awesome they won so added bonus.

The view from the seats on Press Row.

Obviously no work on the doc got done yesterday.  I was going to film the trip but the bus was so huge and we so few it didn't really make sense

However, on the bus we did tell some stories, mostly me. And they are kinda entertaining full of love, tears, sadness, and hilarity.  So I've decided to share one here.  We'll start with....................................................


Foot Girl 

When I was a senior an unfortunate turn of events (which are four words that could describe my entire life) I was a senior in all freshmen classes except for English 4.  This particular story took place in theater class I was 18 and dating a freshmen for a bit (again all my classes, she may have been a sophmore) I eventually broke it off with her, a decision I soon regretted.  Their was nothing wrong with her and it was all the idiocy of an age gap get in my head.  It was in hindsight my 2nd most normal relationship I ever had, and the first real one.

After we broke up and I'd realized this age thing didn't matter all that much I started talking to another girl in the class (the first had unfortunately moved on) this girl was actually my neighbor so it seemed like an added bonus.   Let's skip ahead for a minute...

During the play (The Fig Connection) which is about Russian spies vs. British spies vs. an American Spy trying to get the formula for gravity from Issac Newton, I played the American.  I was the best part in the play, but not the lead,  I had Zack Morris abilities.

At one point in the play I was to use this ability on (yet a third girl) the lead russian spy.  I was to give her a once over. I did.  I then proceeded to give her a once over from behind.  I then redid the once over from the front.  The later two were not scripted but she was hot. When I say hot I mean the school wanted to date this girl just a ten and oozed of country wholesomeness. After my second once over in the front I decided to turn to the crowd.

My theater instructor who was notorious for failling anybody that went off book.  I had gone way off book in a quasi stage fright thing I forgot the words I was to use.  I knew the meaning behind them but none of the lines I spoke were actually from the play.  I got an A, and I was told that if I ever made it to SNL I was to notify her or use her as a reference.

But back to foot girl.  About an hour before my glorious and only performance on the stage it was the time for the big speech.  The girl in question and I were talking when the teacher told us to all grab a seat.  I choose to stand (I honestly do not remember why).  The girl sat squarely on my right foot, odd what's a guy to do I couldn't interrupt this big speech.  I started wiggling my foot certainly she'd feel it and scooch off.  Well that wasn't working so I start wiggling a bit more wiggling my toes as well.  The speech was coming to a climax and that wasn't the only thing that was coming to a climax.  The girl had to have orgasmed, I've only heard a noise that loud and full of pleasure one other time(most of my companions have been much quieter), so process of elimination...

The entire room looked over.  The entire room realized the type of sound. The Teacher looked directly at me.  I did nothing, no reaction whatsoever.  Noise, what noise?  Nothing ever came of it.  She and I didn't really speak a whole lot after that, shear awkwardness of addressing it I suppose?





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