Ok in light of some other posts around here, I figured I would type out a true story that heppened to me a few years ago when I still lived at home. The fact that it's true adds to the comical factor.
When I was about 16 or 17, my girlfriend and I were in my bedroom late at night and we were getting a little bit frisky. My parents house was relatively small at the time and their bedroom was directly across the hall from my bedroom. My bedroom door was closed and they were asleep so we decided to go ahead and do the entire deed.
I had a waterbed at the time that my parents bought me when I was about 6 years old. It was one of those free-flowing types that the slightest movement would cause a surfers dream. Anyway, we carefully laid down our clothes at the foot of the bed so we could very quickly put them back on in case of an emergency, and got to "work".
She was on top and I guess things got kinda loud what with her moaning and the headboard hitting the wall. We didn't notice evidently, being caught up in the moment. Then there is a knock on the door. We stop moving and listen.......another knock. I decided to pull the covers up over our necks and wait for the next knock so that I could pretend we were asleep. (like parents are that stupid) So the next knock comes and I say "come in" in a meek voice.
My dad opens the door and asks what we're doing. I told him nothing and he responded with, "Well I think it may be better if the door is left open for the rest of the night."
Fast forward to the next morning......
I'm in my room playing video games or watching TV, whatever, and my dad comes in. He asks, "Do you know what it is that I heard last night?" I tell him no and then the kicker comes in. He started pushing my waterbed mattress down all the way to the wood underneath and making moaning sounds, making the damn headboard hit the wall (where there were already marks), and then just stops and looks at me. I'll be damned if that wasn't the single most embarrassing moment of my life yet. He sat there quiet like he wasn't going to leave until I said something, so I just said the first thing that came to mind.
"I guess we were wrestling and got loud enough to wake you up." He told me that we should keep the wrestling together at a minimum when other people are around and walked out.
My dad is pretty cool. 100% true story.
No cliff's. If you can't read well enough to get through the story, stick to comics.
When I was about 16 or 17, my girlfriend and I were in my bedroom late at night and we were getting a little bit frisky. My parents house was relatively small at the time and their bedroom was directly across the hall from my bedroom. My bedroom door was closed and they were asleep so we decided to go ahead and do the entire deed.
I had a waterbed at the time that my parents bought me when I was about 6 years old. It was one of those free-flowing types that the slightest movement would cause a surfers dream. Anyway, we carefully laid down our clothes at the foot of the bed so we could very quickly put them back on in case of an emergency, and got to "work".
She was on top and I guess things got kinda loud what with her moaning and the headboard hitting the wall. We didn't notice evidently, being caught up in the moment. Then there is a knock on the door. We stop moving and listen.......another knock. I decided to pull the covers up over our necks and wait for the next knock so that I could pretend we were asleep. (like parents are that stupid) So the next knock comes and I say "come in" in a meek voice.
My dad opens the door and asks what we're doing. I told him nothing and he responded with, "Well I think it may be better if the door is left open for the rest of the night."
Fast forward to the next morning......
I'm in my room playing video games or watching TV, whatever, and my dad comes in. He asks, "Do you know what it is that I heard last night?" I tell him no and then the kicker comes in. He started pushing my waterbed mattress down all the way to the wood underneath and making moaning sounds, making the damn headboard hit the wall (where there were already marks), and then just stops and looks at me. I'll be damned if that wasn't the single most embarrassing moment of my life yet. He sat there quiet like he wasn't going to leave until I said something, so I just said the first thing that came to mind.
"I guess we were wrestling and got loud enough to wake you up." He told me that we should keep the wrestling together at a minimum when other people are around and walked out.
My dad is pretty cool. 100% true story.
No cliff's. If you can't read well enough to get through the story, stick to comics.
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