Oh... I thought this would be a thread spilling everyones' most precious "times" and there'd be a resultant melee of sprayers ganging up on some poor sap or closet debutante for exposing some intimate detail of their lives; you know, kinda like what happens when a bunch of seventh graders take showers together in Phys. Ed. class for the first time and the new joke in the school becomes Mary's tits being all nipple or the big mole on jake's uncircumsized dick.
Imagine my disappointment when I discovered there was no carnage of flying meat here...
Yeah, so most of you are still in your warm beds snuggled under blankets and dreams, making stupid noises, and the kind of stupored faces that make stealth photographers cash. I'm strung-out from another late night rehearsal rich with hot licks, airborne party-favors, full-bodied German beer, and strong coffee and I have another to attend tonight... I have a stupored look and I'm not even asleep.
...so, right now, I don't give a fuck; I don't care who sees the sock fall out of my pants as I undress.
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away... I played Minesweeper. Beginner level, I believe my best score was 13 seconds; Expert level required a score of less than 200 or it wasn't worth shit.