Don't try this at home
A buddy of mine from college, named Greg, told me this story and I'm passing it on because it made me piss my pants.
Greg and his buddies were out on a Saturday night in Vero Beach when they were in high school. Now if you've ever been to Vero, you would know that with all the nearly deads (retired folk) the greatest thing happening on a Saturday night is bingo. They were in young, dumb, and looking for some trouble, when they drove past a house that was being remodeled. It had huge windows in the front that went from the ground to the roofline. Inside the house, there was eight old people playing cards at a table right in front of that big window. Greg's buddies slowed down, and dared him to press his ass against the glass right in front of the geriatrics. As the story was told to me, they were really into mooning at the time. I guess in Vero, that was damn near the coolest thing since Atari.
So Greg hops out of the car, darts over to the cover of the front door, and undoes his pants ready to jump out and do the deed. He takes a deep breath and gives his buddies a thumbs up. Then, he leaps out in front of the window, yanks down his pants, and backs up to where the window should have been. That's right... should have been. It seems that during the renovation the retirees were in the process of replacing the windows in front of their house, and no one noticed that there was no glass in the frames. Well, as Greg was backing up, pants down, his heels hit the slab and his ass hit nothing. Hence, he went tumbling into the owners living room, ass bare and sausage swinging. Granny had a sly smile on her face and poor Grandpa probably shit his Depends as Greg was wallowing on the hardwood trying to get his jeans back up to his waist.
As the story goes, Greg scrambled to the car but his buddies were laughing so hard that they could not drive away. I must admit, I would have been incapacitated too.
Peace.
Greg and his buddies were out on a Saturday night in Vero Beach when they were in high school. Now if you've ever been to Vero, you would know that with all the nearly deads (retired folk) the greatest thing happening on a Saturday night is bingo. They were in young, dumb, and looking for some trouble, when they drove past a house that was being remodeled. It had huge windows in the front that went from the ground to the roofline. Inside the house, there was eight old people playing cards at a table right in front of that big window. Greg's buddies slowed down, and dared him to press his ass against the glass right in front of the geriatrics. As the story was told to me, they were really into mooning at the time. I guess in Vero, that was damn near the coolest thing since Atari.
So Greg hops out of the car, darts over to the cover of the front door, and undoes his pants ready to jump out and do the deed. He takes a deep breath and gives his buddies a thumbs up. Then, he leaps out in front of the window, yanks down his pants, and backs up to where the window should have been. That's right... should have been. It seems that during the renovation the retirees were in the process of replacing the windows in front of their house, and no one noticed that there was no glass in the frames. Well, as Greg was backing up, pants down, his heels hit the slab and his ass hit nothing. Hence, he went tumbling into the owners living room, ass bare and sausage swinging. Granny had a sly smile on her face and poor Grandpa probably shit his Depends as Greg was wallowing on the hardwood trying to get his jeans back up to his waist.
As the story goes, Greg scrambled to the car but his buddies were laughing so hard that they could not drive away. I must admit, I would have been incapacitated too.
Peace.
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