I got into my car and headed to work, and one of the morning radio shows was on, they were talking about some kind of drug that erases bad memories. Not sure if this is a real drug that someone is making, or if they were doing a little make-beleive for their radio show.
Anyway, some people called in with their most weird/awkward memories. One girl called in and explained how she was in the middle of receiving some oral from her boyfriend when she was living at home and her father walked in. She said he just walked away. She said she's older now, living on her own, and her father or herhave never talked about it.
This made me think of a weird situation I had when I was maybe 14 or so. My mom and dad went to a Rod Stewart concert for a date night. It was late and they came back home, I was doing whatever I did back then, nerking it, playing my Genesis, whatever. My parents room was at the opposite end of the hallway from my room, our doors faced each other, the hall was maybe 10 feet long. I exited my room, just as I opened the door I saw my dad closing his door. My dad was only in his tightie whities... I saw my dad's boner stretching out his fruit of the looms. We made eye contact briefly. We've never said anything about the night I saw my dad pitching a tent, it has never been brought up and I doubt it will ever be... and hope it'll never be.
Anyone have any awkward memories they care to share?
Anyway, some people called in with their most weird/awkward memories. One girl called in and explained how she was in the middle of receiving some oral from her boyfriend when she was living at home and her father walked in. She said he just walked away. She said she's older now, living on her own, and her father or herhave never talked about it.
This made me think of a weird situation I had when I was maybe 14 or so. My mom and dad went to a Rod Stewart concert for a date night. It was late and they came back home, I was doing whatever I did back then, nerking it, playing my Genesis, whatever. My parents room was at the opposite end of the hallway from my room, our doors faced each other, the hall was maybe 10 feet long. I exited my room, just as I opened the door I saw my dad closing his door. My dad was only in his tightie whities... I saw my dad's boner stretching out his fruit of the looms. We made eye contact briefly. We've never said anything about the night I saw my dad pitching a tent, it has never been brought up and I doubt it will ever be... and hope it'll never be.
Anyone have any awkward memories they care to share?