Have you ever slept with a prostitute? (1 Viewer)

[Soulfly3]

You "lol'd" yourself.

I'm more offended by that than I am by the fact that you think a pros is in love with you.

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[Frostillicus]

So...what did she actually mean?

I honestly have no idea. I don't remember what she said, it might have been something like we had to keep in mind the time or something like that. I find that my Spanish skills involve a good bit of picking out the main ideas and then filling in the blanks myself. Occasionally I make some wrong assumptions.

She was actually making boring talk about the weather. You must be quite the conversationalist."Tiempo" means time; it also means weather.

Hmm... it appears you are right. But I have never, ever heard it used in that context.

I think it's Algonquin for "The Good Land"

Is this an Alice Cooper/Wayne's World reference? Please tell me this an Alice Cooper/Wayne's World reference.

Yeah

 

[ClownCausedChaos2]

So...what did she actually mean?

I honestly have no idea. I don't remember what she said, it might have been something like we had to keep in mind the time or something like that. I find that my Spanish skills involve a good bit of picking out the main ideas and then filling in the blanks myself. Occasionally I make some wrong assumptions.

She was actually making boring talk about the weather. You must be quite the conversationalist."Tiempo" means time; it also means weather.

Hmm... it appears you are right. But I have never, ever heard it used in that context.

I think it's Algonquin for "The Good Land"

Is this an Alice Cooper/Wayne's World reference? Please tell me this an Alice Cooper/Wayne's World reference.

Yeah

Nice.

 

[Rove!]

You "lol'd" yourself.

I'm more offended by that than I am by the fact that you think a pros is in love with you.

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[Your Mother's Twin Sister]

Question:

I know it's a 'tutes job to act interested in you... but that Sam girl from last night was a tad different.. and getting her cell # felt a tad odd to me..

Should I shoot her a text today or tomorrow and see if I can get some free tang? Like.. as a hookup, not to date

Could make for a some fun stories

I'm sure she was genuinely interested in you and only took the money because it might have offended you if she didn't.

Did you read the story?

Didnt plow her. I could've come back there to do it whenever, but she chose to give me her cell and said she would swing by whenever.

Again, i know tutes act interested. But theyre humans too and maybe my charm was just too hard to resist lol

You "lol'd" yourself.

I'm more offended by that than I am by the fact that you think a pros is in love with you.

I bet strippers feel the same.

 

[In The Zone]

I'm mostly a lurker but I figured that I could add a little something to this thread. It's me, my best friend(Chip), another friend(Mike-RIP), and Mike's cousin. We're all in our mid 20's. Now Mike was one of the wildest guys from our hometown. He loved to party. He knew someone everywhere we went. Anyway, we head down to Fort Lauderdale for the 1995 Carquest Bowl featuring the Gamecocks vs West Virginia.

A little side story before the feature attraction. Chip and myself lined up a place to stay with 2 other friends in a hotel but we're told that Mike wasn't invited to stay. Well Mike wasn't going along with that plan. So we arrive at the hotel at about 2am and My 2 buddies won't answer the door because they see Mike. So mike takes it upon himself to call 911 and tell them that he thinks someone is hurt in the hotel room. Next thing I know the fire department pulls up, runs a ladder up to the room window and is getting ready to break the glass when one of our buddies pulls open the curtains. Needless to say we didn't stay with those guys. We got lucky and got another room in the same hotel although they claimed they were booked solid.

OK, now for the main course. We end up with a room on the ground floor. A couple of days go by and one night Mike decides that he wants to call a prostitute to the room. My memory is fuzzy but I think he found some escort service in the phone book. This is the night before the bowl game, which is an early kickoff the next day. So anyway, a girl shows up and Mike sends her back. This happened about 3 times until he got one to his liking. We have to leave the room but before the girl gets there I unlock and crack the hotel room window so we can get a good laugh. It's probably 1 or 2 in the morning at this point. The 3 of us leave the room and go out to the pool and spark one up. When we get done Chip and myself sneek around to the window just in time to see Mike smacking dat ### and yelling "Go Gamecocks". We lose our stuff and the girl here's us, gets mad and leaves. After little to no sleep we get halfway to the stadium the next day before I realize that I left the tickets at the hotel.

I'm not a great storyteller but that's all I got.

 

[sbonomo]

I'm not a great storyteller but that's all I got.

I think this sums it up....Thanks for trying though...

 

[In The Zone]

I'm not a great storyteller but that's all I got.

I think this sums it up....Thanks for trying though...

Actually, this sums it up.

Go F Yourself.

 

[DA RAIDERS]

I'm not a great storyteller but that's all I got.

I think this sums it up....Thanks for trying though...

Actually, this sums it up.

Go F Yourself.

well played! dare i say, you're in the zone!

 

[T Bell]

I'm mostly a lurker but I figured that I could add a little something to this thread. It's me, my best friend(Chip), another friend(Mike-RIP), and Mike's cousin. We're all in our mid 20's. Now Mike was one of the wildest guys from our hometown. He loved to party. He knew someone everywhere we went. Anyway, we head down to Fort Lauderdale for the 1995 Carquest Bowl featuring the Gamecocks vs West Virginia.

A little side story before the feature attraction. Chip and myself lined up a place to stay with 2 other friends in a hotel but we're told that Mike wasn't invited to stay. Well Mike wasn't going along with that plan. So we arrive at the hotel at about 2am and My 2 buddies won't answer the door because they see Mike. So mike takes it upon himself to call 911 and tell them that he thinks someone is hurt in the hotel room. Next thing I know the fire department pulls up, runs a ladder up to the room window and is getting ready to break the glass when one of our buddies pulls open the curtains. Needless to say we didn't stay with those guys. We got lucky and got another room in the same hotel although they claimed they were booked solid.

OK, now for the main course. We end up with a room on the ground floor. A couple of days go by and one night Mike decides that he wants to call a prostitute to the room. My memory is fuzzy but I think he found some escort service in the phone book. This is the night before the bowl game, which is an early kickoff the next day. So anyway, a girl shows up and Mike sends her back. This happened about 3 times until he got one to his liking. We have to leave the room but before the girl gets there I unlock and crack the hotel room window so we can get a good laugh. It's probably 1 or 2 in the morning at this point. The 3 of us leave the room and go out to the pool and spark one up. When we get done Chip and myself sneek around to the window just in time to see Mike smacking dat ### and yelling "Go Gamecocks". We lose our stuff and the girl here's us, gets mad and leaves. After little to no sleep we get halfway to the stadium the next day before I realize that I left the tickets at the hotel.

I'm not a great storyteller but that's all I got.

How did Mike die? I have a feeling that's a story unto itself.

 

[In The Zone]

I'm mostly a lurker but I figured that I could add a little something to this thread. It's me, my best friend(Chip), another friend(Mike-RIP), and Mike's cousin. We're all in our mid 20's. Now Mike was one of the wildest guys from our hometown. He loved to party. He knew someone everywhere we went. Anyway, we head down to Fort Lauderdale for the 1995 Carquest Bowl featuring the Gamecocks vs West Virginia.

A little side story before the feature attraction. Chip and myself lined up a place to stay with 2 other friends in a hotel but we're told that Mike wasn't invited to stay. Well Mike wasn't going along with that plan. So we arrive at the hotel at about 2am and My 2 buddies won't answer the door because they see Mike. So mike takes it upon himself to call 911 and tell them that he thinks someone is hurt in the hotel room. Next thing I know the fire department pulls up, runs a ladder up to the room window and is getting ready to break the glass when one of our buddies pulls open the curtains. Needless to say we didn't stay with those guys. We got lucky and got another room in the same hotel although they claimed they were booked solid.

OK, now for the main course. We end up with a room on the ground floor. A couple of days go by and one night Mike decides that he wants to call a prostitute to the room. My memory is fuzzy but I think he found some escort service in the phone book. This is the night before the bowl game, which is an early kickoff the next day. So anyway, a girl shows up and Mike sends her back. This happened about 3 times until he got one to his liking. We have to leave the room but before the girl gets there I unlock and crack the hotel room window so we can get a good laugh. It's probably 1 or 2 in the morning at this point. The 3 of us leave the room and go out to the pool and spark one up. When we get done Chip and myself sneek around to the window just in time to see Mike smacking dat ### and yelling "Go Gamecocks". We lose our stuff and the girl here's us, gets mad and leaves. After little to no sleep we get halfway to the stadium the next day before I realize that I left the tickets at the hotel.

I'm not a great storyteller but that's all I got.

How did Mike die? I have a feeling that's a story unto itself.

He took his own life Memorial Day weekend in 2012.

 

[ClownCausedChaos2]

I'm mostly a lurker but I figured that I could add a little something to this thread. It's me, my best friend(Chip), another friend(Mike-RIP), and Mike's cousin. We're all in our mid 20's. Now Mike was one of the wildest guys from our hometown. He loved to party. He knew someone everywhere we went. Anyway, we head down to Fort Lauderdale for the 1995 Carquest Bowl featuring the Gamecocks vs West Virginia.

A little side story before the feature attraction. Chip and myself lined up a place to stay with 2 other friends in a hotel but we're told that Mike wasn't invited to stay. Well Mike wasn't going along with that plan. So we arrive at the hotel at about 2am and My 2 buddies won't answer the door because they see Mike. So mike takes it upon himself to call 911 and tell them that he thinks someone is hurt in the hotel room. Next thing I know the fire department pulls up, runs a ladder up to the room window and is getting ready to break the glass when one of our buddies pulls open the curtains. Needless to say we didn't stay with those guys. We got lucky and got another room in the same hotel although they claimed they were booked solid.

OK, now for the main course. We end up with a room on the ground floor. A couple of days go by and one night Mike decides that he wants to call a prostitute to the room. My memory is fuzzy but I think he found some escort service in the phone book. This is the night before the bowl game, which is an early kickoff the next day. So anyway, a girl shows up and Mike sends her back. This happened about 3 times until he got one to his liking. We have to leave the room but before the girl gets there I unlock and crack the hotel room window so we can get a good laugh. It's probably 1 or 2 in the morning at this point. The 3 of us leave the room and go out to the pool and spark one up. When we get done Chip and myself sneek around to the window just in time to see Mike smacking dat ### and yelling "Go Gamecocks". We lose our stuff and the girl here's us, gets mad and leaves. After little to no sleep we get halfway to the stadium the next day before I realize that I left the tickets at the hotel.

I'm not a great storyteller but that's all I got.

How did Mike die? I have a feeling that's a story unto itself.

He took his own life Memorial Day weekend in 2012.

Short story.

 

[coyote5]

I'm mostly a lurker but I figured that I could add a little something to this thread. It's me, my best friend(Chip), another friend(Mike-RIP), and Mike's cousin. We're all in our mid 20's. Now Mike was one of the wildest guys from our hometown. He loved to party. He knew someone everywhere we went. Anyway, we head down to Fort Lauderdale for the 1995 Carquest Bowl featuring the Gamecocks vs West Virginia.

A little side story before the feature attraction. Chip and myself lined up a place to stay with 2 other friends in a hotel but we're told that Mike wasn't invited to stay. Well Mike wasn't going along with that plan. So we arrive at the hotel at about 2am and My 2 buddies won't answer the door because they see Mike. So mike takes it upon himself to call 911 and tell them that he thinks someone is hurt in the hotel room. Next thing I know the fire department pulls up, runs a ladder up to the room window and is getting ready to break the glass when one of our buddies pulls open the curtains. Needless to say we didn't stay with those guys. We got lucky and got another room in the same hotel although they claimed they were booked solid.

OK, now for the main course. We end up with a room on the ground floor. A couple of days go by and one night Mike decides that he wants to call a prostitute to the room. My memory is fuzzy but I think he found some escort service in the phone book. This is the night before the bowl game, which is an early kickoff the next day. So anyway, a girl shows up and Mike sends her back. This happened about 3 times until he got one to his liking. We have to leave the room but before the girl gets there I unlock and crack the hotel room window so we can get a good laugh. It's probably 1 or 2 in the morning at this point. The 3 of us leave the room and go out to the pool and spark one up. When we get done Chip and myself sneek around to the window just in time to see Mike smacking dat ### and yelling "Go Gamecocks". We lose our stuff and the girl here's us, gets mad and leaves. After little to no sleep we get halfway to the stadium the next day before I realize that I left the tickets at the hotel.

I'm not a great storyteller but that's all I got.

How did Mike die? I have a feeling that's a story unto itself.

He took his own life Memorial Day weekend in 2012.

Short story.

RIP

 

[Mr Capicollo]

How big was Mike's ****?

 

[In The Zone]

I'm mostly a lurker but I figured that I could add a little something to this thread. It's me, my best friend(Chip), another friend(Mike-RIP), and Mike's cousin. We're all in our mid 20's. Now Mike was one of the wildest guys from our hometown. He loved to party. He knew someone everywhere we went. Anyway, we head down to Fort Lauderdale for the 1995 Carquest Bowl featuring the Gamecocks vs West Virginia.

A little side story before the feature attraction. Chip and myself lined up a place to stay with 2 other friends in a hotel but we're told that Mike wasn't invited to stay. Well Mike wasn't going along with that plan. So we arrive at the hotel at about 2am and My 2 buddies won't answer the door because they see Mike. So mike takes it upon himself to call 911 and tell them that he thinks someone is hurt in the hotel room. Next thing I know the fire department pulls up, runs a ladder up to the room window and is getting ready to break the glass when one of our buddies pulls open the curtains. Needless to say we didn't stay with those guys. We got lucky and got another room in the same hotel although they claimed they were booked solid.

OK, now for the main course. We end up with a room on the ground floor. A couple of days go by and one night Mike decides that he wants to call a prostitute to the room. My memory is fuzzy but I think he found some escort service in the phone book. This is the night before the bowl game, which is an early kickoff the next day. So anyway, a girl shows up and Mike sends her back. This happened about 3 times until he got one to his liking. We have to leave the room but before the girl gets there I unlock and crack the hotel room window so we can get a good laugh. It's probably 1 or 2 in the morning at this point. The 3 of us leave the room and go out to the pool and spark one up. When we get done Chip and myself sneek around to the window just in time to see Mike smacking dat ### and yelling "Go Gamecocks". We lose our stuff and the girl here's us, gets mad and leaves. After little to no sleep we get halfway to the stadium the next day before I realize that I left the tickets at the hotel.

I'm not a great storyteller but that's all I got.

How did Mike die? I have a feeling that's a story unto itself.

He took his own life Memorial Day weekend in 2012.

Short story.

Maybe later. I just found out a few hours ago that a friend/ co-worker of mine passed away last night in the hospital. I just went to visit him on Sunday.

Sorry for the hijack and mood kill.

Carry on with the "tute" stories.

 

[flysack]

I'm not a great storyteller but that's all I got.

I think this sums it up....Thanks for trying though...

Actually, this sums it up.

Go F Yourself.

well played! dare i say, you're in the zone!

How big was Mike's ****?

Why did the guys in the first room hate Mike so much?

 

[flapgreen]

 

[Mjolnirs]

just in time to see Mike smacking dat ### and yelling "Go Gamecocks".

 

[Slapdash]

I'm mostly a lurker but I figured that I could add a little something to this thread. It's me, my best friend(Chip), another friend(Mike-RIP), and Mike's cousin. We're all in our mid 20's. Now Mike was one of the wildest guys from our hometown. He loved to party. He knew someone everywhere we went. Anyway, we head down to Fort Lauderdale for the 1995 Carquest Bowl featuring the Gamecocks vs West Virginia.

A little side story before the feature attraction. Chip and myself lined up a place to stay with 2 other friends in a hotel but we're told that Mike wasn't invited to stay. Well Mike wasn't going along with that plan. So we arrive at the hotel at about 2am and My 2 buddies won't answer the door because they see Mike. So mike takes it upon himself to call 911 and tell them that he thinks someone is hurt in the hotel room. Next thing I know the fire department pulls up, runs a ladder up to the room window and is getting ready to break the glass when one of our buddies pulls open the curtains. Needless to say we didn't stay with those guys. We got lucky and got another room in the same hotel although they claimed they were booked solid.

OK, now for the main course. We end up with a room on the ground floor. A couple of days go by and one night Mike decides that he wants to call a prostitute to the room. My memory is fuzzy but I think he found some escort service in the phone book. This is the night before the bowl game, which is an early kickoff the next day. So anyway, a girl shows up and Mike sends her back. This happened about 3 times until he got one to his liking. We have to leave the room but before the girl gets there I unlock and crack the hotel room window so we can get a good laugh. It's probably 1 or 2 in the morning at this point. The 3 of us leave the room and go out to the pool and spark one up. When we get done Chip and myself sneek around to the window just in time to see Mike smacking dat ### and yelling "Go Gamecocks". We lose our stuff and the girl here's us, gets mad and leaves. After little to no sleep we get halfway to the stadium the next day before I realize that I left the tickets at the hotel.

I'm not a great storyteller but that's all I got.

 

[ClownCausedChaos2]

I'm mostly a lurker but I figured that I could add a little something to this thread. It's me, my best friend(Chip), another friend(Mike-RIP), and Mike's cousin. We're all in our mid 20's. Now Mike was one of the wildest guys from our hometown. He loved to party. He knew someone everywhere we went. Anyway, we head down to Fort Lauderdale for the 1995 Carquest Bowl featuring the Gamecocks vs West Virginia.

A little side story before the feature attraction. Chip and myself lined up a place to stay with 2 other friends in a hotel but we're told that Mike wasn't invited to stay. Well Mike wasn't going along with that plan. So we arrive at the hotel at about 2am and My 2 buddies won't answer the door because they see Mike. So mike takes it upon himself to call 911 and tell them that he thinks someone is hurt in the hotel room. Next thing I know the fire department pulls up, runs a ladder up to the room window and is getting ready to break the glass when one of our buddies pulls open the curtains. Needless to say we didn't stay with those guys. We got lucky and got another room in the same hotel although they claimed they were booked solid.

OK, now for the main course. We end up with a room on the ground floor. A couple of days go by and one night Mike decides that he wants to call a prostitute to the room. My memory is fuzzy but I think he found some escort service in the phone book. This is the night before the bowl game, which is an early kickoff the next day. So anyway, a girl shows up and Mike sends her back. This happened about 3 times until he got one to his liking. We have to leave the room but before the girl gets there I unlock and crack the hotel room window so we can get a good laugh. It's probably 1 or 2 in the morning at this point. The 3 of us leave the room and go out to the pool and spark one up. When we get done Chip and myself sneek around to the window just in time to see Mike smacking dat ### and yelling "Go Gamecocks". We lose our stuff and the girl here's us, gets mad and leaves. After little to no sleep we get halfway to the stadium the next day before I realize that I left the tickets at the hotel.

I'm not a great storyteller but that's all I got.

How did Mike die? I have a feeling that's a story unto itself.

He took his own life Memorial Day weekend in 2012.

Short story.

Maybe later. I just found out a few hours ago that a friend/ co-worker of mine passed away last night in the hospital. I just went to visit him on Sunday. Sorry for the hijack and mood kill.

Carry on with the "tute" stories.

I think he took this thread with him.

 

[sbonomo]

I'm not a great storyteller but that's all I got.

I think this sums it up....Thanks for trying though...

Actually, this sums it up.

Go F Yourself.

You're mad at me because you write like an elementary student? Not to mention that you owe me two minutes of my life back after reading that incoherent recollection of your your buddies escapade with a courtesan.

 

[Major]

Big fan of this Mike guy. God rest his soul.

 

[Baloney Sandwich]

Big fan of this Mike guy. God rest his soul.

I didn't know him at the time of his passing but feel like I do now. RIP Mikey

 

[General Malaise]

I'm mostly a lurker but I figured that I could add a little something to this thread. It's me, my best friend(Chip), another friend(Mike-RIP), and Mike's cousin. We're all in our mid 20's. Now Mike was one of the wildest guys from our hometown. He loved to party. He knew someone everywhere we went. Anyway, we head down to Fort Lauderdale for the 1995 Carquest Bowl featuring the Gamecocks vs West Virginia.

A little side story before the feature attraction. Chip and myself lined up a place to stay with 2 other friends in a hotel but we're told that Mike wasn't invited to stay. Well Mike wasn't going along with that plan. So we arrive at the hotel at about 2am and My 2 buddies won't answer the door because they see Mike. So mike takes it upon himself to call 911 and tell them that he thinks someone is hurt in the hotel room. Next thing I know the fire department pulls up, runs a ladder up to the room window and is getting ready to break the glass when one of our buddies pulls open the curtains. Needless to say we didn't stay with those guys. We got lucky and got another room in the same hotel although they claimed they were booked solid.

OK, now for the main course. We end up with a room on the ground floor. A couple of days go by and one night Mike decides that he wants to call a prostitute to the room. My memory is fuzzy but I think he found some escort service in the phone book. This is the night before the bowl game, which is an early kickoff the next day. So anyway, a girl shows up and Mike sends her back. This happened about 3 times until he got one to his liking. We have to leave the room but before the girl gets there I unlock and crack the hotel room window so we can get a good laugh. It's probably 1 or 2 in the morning at this point. The 3 of us leave the room and go out to the pool and spark one up. When we get done Chip and myself sneek around to the window just in time to see Mike smacking dat ### and yelling "Go Gamecocks". We lose our stuff and the girl here's us, gets mad and leaves. After little to no sleep we get halfway to the stadium the next day before I realize that I left the tickets at the hotel.

I'm not a great storyteller but that's all I got.

How did Mike die? I have a feeling that's a story unto itself.

He took his own life Memorial Day weekend in 2012.

Sorry, man. I liked your story.

 

[General Malaise]

I'm not a great storyteller but that's all I got.

I think this sums it up....Thanks for trying though...

Actually, this sums it up.

Go F Yourself.

You're mad at me because you write like an elementary student? Not to mention that you owe me two minutes of my life back after reading that incoherent recollection of your your buddies escapade with a courtesan.

Seems a little mean...

 

[Scoresman]

sending a prostitute back because you didn't like her looks is one of the most awesome things to come out of this thread.

RIP Mike.

 

[Terpman22]

sending a prostitute back because you didn't like her looks is one of the most awesome things to come out of this thread.

RIP Mike.

I guess the customer IS always right.

 

[shadyridr]

I'm not a great storyteller but that's all I got.

I think this sums it up....Thanks for trying though...

Actually, this sums it up.

Go F Yourself.

You're mad at me because you write like an elementary student? Not to mention that you owe me two minutes of my life back after reading that incoherent recollection of your your buddies escapade with a courtesan.

better than your story

 

[(HULK)]

I hope Mike's tombstone says, "Go Gamecocks!"

 

[T Bell]

sending a prostitute back because you didn't like her looks is one of the most awesome things to come out of this thread.

RIP Mike.

Working on the theory that you pay them to leave, Mike made her leave without paying!

 

[Bob Sacamano]

The sea was angry that day, my friends, like a young John trying to send back a hooker in a Drury!

 

[In The Zone]

I have to go to work shortly so I will try to answer some of your questions tomorrow.

 

[seahawk 17]

sending a prostitute back because you didn't like her looks is one of the most awesome things to come out of this thread.

RIP Mike.

That is pretty awesome...and I didn't think the story was bad.

 

[DA RAIDERS]

I'm not a great storyteller but that's all I got.

I think this sums it up....Thanks for trying though...

Actually, this sums it up.

Go F Yourself.

You're mad at me because you write like an elementary student? Not to mention that you owe me two minutes of my life back after reading that incoherent recollection of your your buddies escapade with a courtesan.

Seems a little mean...

quite prickish

oursout40: GB mike

 

[Stoneys]

I guess we didn't get the answers to the questions....

 

[Apple Jack]

The sea was angry that day, my friends, like a young John trying to send back a hooker in a Drury!

 

[flysack]

Still want to hear more about Mike.

Why did the hotel guys refuse to let him in?

Where did you meet him?

Any other stories?

Don't hold back. This guy has a real shot at becoming an FFA hero. Or martyr, I guess.

 

[fatness]

Prostitues? nun.

 

[Arizona Ron]

I'm mostly a lurker but I figured that I could add a little something to this thread. It's me, my best friend(Chip), another friend(Mike-RIP), and Mike's cousin. We're all in our mid 20's. Now Mike was one of the wildest guys from our hometown. He loved to party. He knew someone everywhere we went. Anyway, we head down to Fort Lauderdale for the 1995 Carquest Bowl featuring the Gamecocks vs West Virginia.

A little side story before the feature attraction. Chip and myself lined up a place to stay with 2 other friends in a hotel but we're told that Mike wasn't invited to stay. Well Mike wasn't going along with that plan. So we arrive at the hotel at about 2am and My 2 buddies won't answer the door because they see Mike. So mike takes it upon himself to call 911 and tell them that he thinks someone is hurt in the hotel room. Next thing I know the fire department pulls up, runs a ladder up to the room window and is getting ready to break the glass when one of our buddies pulls open the curtains. Needless to say we didn't stay with those guys. We got lucky and got another room in the same hotel although they claimed they were booked solid.

OK, now for the main course. We end up with a room on the ground floor. A couple of days go by and one night Mike decides that he wants to call a prostitute to the room. My memory is fuzzy but I think he found some escort service in the phone book. This is the night before the bowl game, which is an early kickoff the next day. So anyway, a girl shows up and Mike sends her back. This happened about 3 times until he got one to his liking. We have to leave the room but before the girl gets there I unlock and crack the hotel room window so we can get a good laugh. It's probably 1 or 2 in the morning at this point. The 3 of us leave the room and go out to the pool and spark one up. When we get done Chip and myself sneek around to the window just in time to see Mike smacking dat ### and yelling "Go Gamecocks". We lose our stuff and the girl here's us, gets mad and leaves. After little to no sleep we get halfway to the stadium the next day before I realize that I left the tickets at the hotel.

I'm not a great storyteller but that's all I got.

I don't understand this part, why wouldn't they just get the key from the front desk?

 

[In The Zone]

Guys, when I get enough time I'll be back to answer some of these questions. I've been working alot of hours the past few weeks. I will update when I get the time.

 

[Emerson Biggens]

A good friend of mine that is a coach at a high school got busted in a sting with about 15 other people. The bad thing is that because he's a coach, the Memphis news channel discusses him instead of the others on their Facebook lead in story. This dude is a great guy that everyone in my home town knows well. The commenters are freaking killing him like he's a damn pedofile when all he did was get caught trying to get a hooker. Funny thing is his only supporters are students at his school saying "let coach get him some" .

Poor guy. He's pretty bad overweight, but married. His dad just died 3 weeks ago. Sucks to be him right now.

 

[Buck Bradcanon]

Damn. Sucks!

 

[kutta]

I'm mostly a lurker but I figured that I could add a little something to this thread. It's me, my best friend(Chip), another friend(Mike-RIP), and Mike's cousin. We're all in our mid 20's. Now Mike was one of the wildest guys from our hometown. He loved to party. He knew someone everywhere we went. Anyway, we head down to Fort Lauderdale for the 1995 Carquest Bowl featuring the Gamecocks vs West Virginia.

A little side story before the feature attraction. Chip and myself lined up a place to stay with 2 other friends in a hotel but we're told that Mike wasn't invited to stay. Well Mike wasn't going along with that plan. So we arrive at the hotel at about 2am and My 2 buddies won't answer the door because they see Mike. So mike takes it upon himself to call 911 and tell them that he thinks someone is hurt in the hotel room. Next thing I know the fire department pulls up, runs a ladder up to the room window and is getting ready to break the glass when one of our buddies pulls open the curtains. Needless to say we didn't stay with those guys. We got lucky and got another room in the same hotel although they claimed they were booked solid.

OK, now for the main course. We end up with a room on the ground floor. A couple of days go by and one night Mike decides that he wants to call a prostitute to the room. My memory is fuzzy but I think he found some escort service in the phone book. This is the night before the bowl game, which is an early kickoff the next day. So anyway, a girl shows up and Mike sends her back. This happened about 3 times until he got one to his liking. We have to leave the room but before the girl gets there I unlock and crack the hotel room window so we can get a good laugh. It's probably 1 or 2 in the morning at this point. The 3 of us leave the room and go out to the pool and spark one up. When we get done Chip and myself sneek around to the window just in time to see Mike smacking dat ### and yelling "Go Gamecocks". We lose our stuff and the girl here's us, gets mad and leaves. After little to no sleep we get halfway to the stadium the next day before I realize that I left the tickets at the hotel.

I'm not a great storyteller but that's all I got.

I don't understand this part, why wouldn't they just get the key from the front desk?

 

[BroncoFreak_2K3]

A good friend of mine that is a coach at a high school got busted in a sting with about 15 other people. The bad thing is that because he's a coach, the Memphis news channel discusses him instead of the others on their Facebook lead in story. This dude is a great guy that everyone in my home town knows well. The commenters are freaking killing him like he's a damn pedofile when all he did was get caught trying to get a hooker. Funny thing is his only supporters are students at his school saying "let coach get him some" .

Poor guy. He's pretty bad overweight, but married. His dad just died 3 weeks ago. Sucks to be him right now.

The comments are priceless on that story...

 

[St. Louis Bob]

Slept with one......no, never slept!!!!

HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHHAAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHA

 

[Major]

bumps

 

[Raider Nation]

 

[In The Zone]

This goes against my better judgment,

https://www.facebook.com/mike.mcleod.982

 

[Hot Diggity Dog]

Nwver have but I do blame people who do.

 

[renesauz]

Just once...the day I had my first liberty from Boot Camp. San Diego 1987.