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twinkie - > Kick Off Your Shoes And Stay A While -> Secrets Lurking At Every Corner
Secrets Lurking At Every Corner

So I was reading one of my favorite blogs the other day and she'd written about how her dad came to her apartment to work on her computer and she realized there was stuff on it she didn't want him to see.  

This got her to thinking about other stuff around the house she keeps that she'd be embarrassed if her family knew about. Nothing major, just your usual "personal" effects so-to-speak.

BUT it got me to thinking...

If I were to die tomorrow what "personal" things do I have around the house that I'd want destroyed before anyone got to them?

I thought really hard.

Lingerie?

Not really. Well, I mean, nothing too kinky.

Dirty magazines?

Nope. Well, none I'd be embarrassed about.

Bedroom stuff?

Sadly, no. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Hmmmmm. I must be the most boring person EVER!!!

Which in turn got me to thinking. GO OUT AND BUY SOMETHING EMBARRASSING FOR PETE'S SAKE!!!! A David Hasselhoff blow up doll or something. Geez.

Which got me to thinking that maybe the difference between me and her is that she's young and single and I'm old and married and someohow maybe that's why I don't have fun kinky stuff laying around? Or maybe I do but I don't think it's embarrassing because all my other friends are old and married kinky wives so I think I'm just normal or something? LOL

Then it got me to thinking about embarrassing stuff that's happened to me in general....

Which got me to thinking about the time I skinned my knee on the bank's parking lot  trying to get out of my car and beat two other people who'd pulled up at the same time as me.

And as I could feel myself falling I tried to yelp out a very cute, "Ah, oh no!" as I fell graciously (translation= like the big ol' clutz that I am.) and instead something out of the Excorcist came out.

It was more like a deep voiced scared as heck AAAAAAAAAAAAAAURGH.

Then I laughed at myself (again) and decided my life was just fine as it is. Plain ol' boring me keeps me entertained just fine.

Then I ate some mango sherbert ice cream.

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Topics: green canary, blog, twinkie, Bakotopia.com, Bakersfield, life
posted by twinkie on Thursday, August 7, 2008 at 09:42 PM
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posted by Kindra79 on Aug 8, 2008 at 12:48 PM

Mango sherbert?  You ARE crazy!  Oh, but it's the bestest!

posted by msjosey on Aug 8, 2008 at 03:11 PM

 That picture in itself cracks me up!


posted by RobShock on Aug 8, 2008 at 04:57 PM

Come on!  That's it?  You skinned your knee.  You can do better than that.  This one time I was playing truth or dare...

Well, perhaps I can understand that maybe there are embarrassing things you don't want to talk about.  I don't think anything I have in my possession would be considered embarrassing, at least not to me.  Sure, I have porn.  But that's hardly a big deal in this day and age.  I do have a lot of action figures for a 33 year old man, but I'm not too embarrassed by that either. 

posted by an1ok1joe on Aug 8, 2008 at 05:06 PM

Would a fully stocked dungeon in one room and a room full of  "machines" for feminine pleasure  be embarrassing if found?  Just,..curious  Ha ha

posted by twinkie on Aug 8, 2008 at 05:12 PM

Obviously, you've been in my house, john. haha.

Kidding.

Rob... I can't think of anything more embarrassing than that. I have never played truth or dare. I have never regretted anything I've done or anyone I've been with. I mean, I don't know what else to tell you.

I'll think about it more this weekend, ok?

In the meantime, tell me yours!

posted by an1ok1joe on Aug 8, 2008 at 05:25 PM

Actually speaking of embarrassing  things,..imagine  if you will a  man that lived in  a small town near  Bakersfield. He  worked for a local city school dist. He had a penchant for auto erotic adventures. This adventure took him to his death accidentally or other wise by giving himself and ALCOHOL enema and was found dead in a pair of panties. I think if  I were he as my spirit lifted from my body and I saw myself in that predicament I'd be going,..,Oh damn,..this is  very embarrassing. This story was true, It was told to me bu my former  father in law who worked for the school.

posted by Grampsdon on Aug 8, 2008 at 05:49 PM

Wow, some stuff.  Imagine eating a cheeseburger while drunk on your hotel room floor with your daughters videoing it!  (See blog picture).

A surgeon friend of mine who trained in Texas said he had two interesting surgeries.  One was a man shot in the butt by a jealous husband shooting through the bedroom window.  The other was removing a light bulb which broke up a certain part of the man's anatomy.  (The new curly ones might be better?)

And, Twinkie, I think you have a pretty (hot) throat..

posted by RobShock on Aug 8, 2008 at 06:31 PM

Just a tip... Never play spin the bottle with an "anyone is eligible" rule.  It's more likely to turn out the way you don't want. 


posted by twinkie on Aug 9, 2008 at 11:05 AM

OK guys... everyone is sharing somebody else embarrassing stories but I wanna hear yours!

posted by sistersheree on Aug 9, 2008 at 02:24 PM

When I was a little kid, I came around the back corner of my grandparents farm house just in time to see a rooster running around with a freshly lopped off head, blood spurting out of its neck. Of course I screamed my head off!  My grandfather runs up to me and takes me by the hand back around the house. Trying to sooth my mind my grandfather explains to me that the rooster is ok, that he was a special headless rooster that he kept alive by pouring Campbells soup down it's neck and that the rooster lived in the attic of the house. I tell you that story to tell you this embarrassing fact about myself.

I believed that damn story until I was 15 years old and told my friends the story. They laughed there heads off and explained to me that my grandfather was just trying to soften the trauma of the whole experience. Heh I still get headless fowl stories emailed to me from my Jr High beach buddies!

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