It was a great holiday, but...... the night a racoon broke into our tent and attacked us will live on in my memories.
... coming down a dirttrack mountain road with no fences with the back end of the car fishtailing about left me needing new underwear.
I'm off on holiday next week somewhere nice and safe. Tell us your holiday stories.
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rob, Thu 21 Apr 2005, 9:55)
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when I was 13...my family decided to take a trip to Italy. Going to a rather dressy restaurant one night, we stopped to watch a Saint's day parade go by. I was dressed up for going out to dinner, wearing a dress that tied in the back. I looked out the window and saw a guy in the car next to us looking at me. I was very excited, as my cousin, being three years older and much prettier than me, usually was the one being stared at by hot Italian men. I smiled at the guy and looked away, only to notice several men on the other side of the street staring at me as well. At this point I looked down to see that my dress had come untied, exposing my tiny, 13-year-old breats for the entire Saint's Day procession to see.
..and my family felt the need to remind me of the ordeal at every nude statue we came by.
(, Fri 22 Apr 2005, 2:41, Reply)
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