“Fell asleep on the couch late one Saturday night. Mom wakes me up to tell me to be more careful when I use the family computer. Convinced I must have left some sort of porn window open or other incriminating digital evidence, I probe for an explanation. “You left a mess at the computer last night.” “Oh, yeah,” I responded, “I made some popcorn-” “This wasn’t… There was a mess on the floor… It wasn’t popcorn… I stepped in it…”
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“My little brother. We had bunk beds. I think I was in 6th or 7th grade and he is 5 years younger than me. I think at the time he had the top bunk (we switched on and off) and I was going at it one Saturday morning at like 7:30am and he peeked down and went back up. When we were having dinner that night as a family he blurted out “the bed was shaking this morning and I looked down and brother was playing with his weiner like crazy”. I was mortified. He kept bringing it up for years.”
