literally
When my youngest brother was 17 he attended a "gentleman's morning" (fundraiser - pay $20.00, get strippers and all the beer you can drink) with my other brother and myself, at our local football club. Towards the end of the event they announced the winners of the 3 door prizes.
3rd was a carton of beer
2nd was a wheelbarrow full of assorted alchoholic beverages
And 1st prize, which my baby brother won, was 1 hour with one of the strippers. The lady was to put it nicely, "a tad past her use by date" and in all fairness, was probably not used to working during daylight hours and as such, probably did need the chemical assistance in remaining awake that she appeared to have taken.
With about 200 very pissed and incredibly amused punters cheering him on, my brother was dragged into the locker room by the now almost rabid erotic dancer.
After about 40 minutes the crowd was silenced by a blood curdling scream. I thought "God, I didn't know my little brother had it in him" and began cheering with the rest of the crowd.
At this point the door flew open and we all realised that the scream had come from my brother. He ran the length of the bar and out to the carpark, minus all clothing except a t-shirt, dripping a foul smelling yellowish brown fluid.
The next day, when he had calmed down, I asked him what had happened. He said that while they were in the act of consumating their passion, with him kneeling behind her, she yelled out "Oh sorry!" and then proceede to evacuate a very loose bowel motion. From his description I would say if you think tubgirl you wouldn't be far off the mark.
Funnily enough, he is still keen on football.
(peewee13, Thu 4 Aug 2005, 14:02, Reply)