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Someone strips at the table. How do you handle it?
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DungeonmasterCal
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reveal said:
But is your aunt hot?
Queen_Dopplepopolis
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I debated whether or not to tell this story in this thread... it's always been a source of extreme embarrassment for me, but - what the heck!
When I first started gaming, I was a sophomore in high school. I was playing with a bunch of guys that were seniors... we met through debate and generally had a pretty good time (Jeff, Nate, Adam, and Eric - names provided to keep things clear throughout the story).
Well - one afternoon we were playing in Jeff's basement when I left the table to go to the bathroom. Upon coming out of the bathroom, there was a sort of strange silence, but I paid it little attention. "What's up? Who's next, guys?" I say.
Adam grins, looks to the other guys and sings, "All the little chicks with the crimson lips yell 'Cleveland Rocks, Cleveland Rocks!'" I sort of giggle - Adam sang that song to me pretty frequently b/c I have pretty big, pretty red lips.
But - to my surprise - when Adam got done singing: all of the guys dropped their pants.
I screamed and hid my head, refusing to look up (there was at least one guy there that I wouldn't have minded seeing in his underpants at the time - but any desire to see that particular person in his boxers was entirely outweighed by my desire to *not* see Eric in his briefs!! Eeee!!!)
So - there the guys sat - in their underpants entirely too entertained by the fact that I could not bring myself to lift my head from the table or open my eyes. They laughed and laughed for probably 10 minutes, and with every passing second, my face got redder.
Finally, I managed to stand up (eyes still closed) and bolt for the bathroom where I hid until I was assured by Nate that everyone's pants were back on.
Timidly, I came out of the bathroom and sat back down at the table. We played for a little while longer, when Adam starts dinking around with the television. He tunes into the weather channel and, after a while, he points to the set and says, "Hey guys! look at the temperature in Cleveland!"
Again - their pants go down. Again - I scream and hide my eyes. Laughter follows.
Repeat this cycle from 1pm until like 5am and you have a very disturbed little Lizzy.
From that night on whenever *anyone* said Cleveland and the guys were around, pants were dropped. They decided to see if they could condition me to react to word "Cleveland." And - in some ways - they have... but only when I'm around them. When we get together now, someone always has to pull out a map of Ohio or sing that damned song...
When I first started gaming, I was a sophomore in high school. I was playing with a bunch of guys that were seniors... we met through debate and generally had a pretty good time (Jeff, Nate, Adam, and Eric - names provided to keep things clear throughout the story).
Well - one afternoon we were playing in Jeff's basement when I left the table to go to the bathroom. Upon coming out of the bathroom, there was a sort of strange silence, but I paid it little attention. "What's up? Who's next, guys?" I say.
Adam grins, looks to the other guys and sings, "All the little chicks with the crimson lips yell 'Cleveland Rocks, Cleveland Rocks!'" I sort of giggle - Adam sang that song to me pretty frequently b/c I have pretty big, pretty red lips.
But - to my surprise - when Adam got done singing: all of the guys dropped their pants.
I screamed and hid my head, refusing to look up (there was at least one guy there that I wouldn't have minded seeing in his underpants at the time - but any desire to see that particular person in his boxers was entirely outweighed by my desire to *not* see Eric in his briefs!! Eeee!!!)
So - there the guys sat - in their underpants entirely too entertained by the fact that I could not bring myself to lift my head from the table or open my eyes. They laughed and laughed for probably 10 minutes, and with every passing second, my face got redder.
Finally, I managed to stand up (eyes still closed) and bolt for the bathroom where I hid until I was assured by Nate that everyone's pants were back on.
Timidly, I came out of the bathroom and sat back down at the table. We played for a little while longer, when Adam starts dinking around with the television. He tunes into the weather channel and, after a while, he points to the set and says, "Hey guys! look at the temperature in Cleveland!"
Again - their pants go down. Again - I scream and hide my eyes. Laughter follows.
Repeat this cycle from 1pm until like 5am and you have a very disturbed little Lizzy.
From that night on whenever *anyone* said Cleveland and the guys were around, pants were dropped. They decided to see if they could condition me to react to word "Cleveland." And - in some ways - they have... but only when I'm around them. When we get together now, someone always has to pull out a map of Ohio or sing that damned song...
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