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- Andrea, realising sadly that there are times when a
DD rack is NOT an
advantage.
OW. I share thy pain, sister.
Once upon a time when I was in high school and I had not seriously embarked upon my task of trying to Cynthia my way to the bed of the leader of The Library Monkeys (my social group, of which I was second in command anyway), I was a "Duct-Tape Sword Guy."
For those of you who don't know what this is, imagine lightsabre fights with Nerf weapons covered in duct tape. Between a bunch of guys (and one lone DD chick) dressed like Goths.
Most people ran screaming.
Anyway, there was some really arcane stuff involving weapon levels, hit points, armor, and so on. One of the more vocal male chauvanists of the type who still hold open doors, but who had apparently accepted me as having the mind of a guy for he used Language in front of me, decided that my rack was good armor, and tipped with weapons too! By walloping the armor with a weapon repeatedly, though, you could cut a hole in it and thereby kill someone or at least maim. My "armor" also being my largest target area, I was then subjected to Nerf-walloping (Nerf with hard plastic plumbing pipes inside) in the tits by all those boys still fascinated with the way that female anatomy does *bounce.*
I eventually convinced them that this wasn't a good idea -- "You guys, you know how groin-stabbing's outlawed?" "Yeah, so?" "Do you know how *sensitive* nipples are? How would it feel if someone, say, stepped on the tip of your dick?"
Before the group broke up due to lack of interest and the King of the Monkeys (also leader of the duct-tape sword-guys) being a prick and a control freak, they had all acknowledged my superiority over all of them, whether or not I was able to beat them in single combat or not.
JL, Darth I just got two Darth Maul lightsabres today at 33% off! Yay!
DD rack is NOT an
advantage.
OW. I share thy pain, sister.
Once upon a time when I was in high school and I had not seriously embarked upon my task of trying to Cynthia my way to the bed of the leader of The Library Monkeys (my social group, of which I was second in command anyway), I was a "Duct-Tape Sword Guy."
For those of you who don't know what this is, imagine lightsabre fights with Nerf weapons covered in duct tape. Between a bunch of guys (and one lone DD chick) dressed like Goths.
Most people ran screaming.
Anyway, there was some really arcane stuff involving weapon levels, hit points, armor, and so on. One of the more vocal male chauvanists of the type who still hold open doors, but who had apparently accepted me as having the mind of a guy for he used Language in front of me, decided that my rack was good armor, and tipped with weapons too! By walloping the armor with a weapon repeatedly, though, you could cut a hole in it and thereby kill someone or at least maim. My "armor" also being my largest target area, I was then subjected to Nerf-walloping (Nerf with hard plastic plumbing pipes inside) in the tits by all those boys still fascinated with the way that female anatomy does *bounce.*
I eventually convinced them that this wasn't a good idea -- "You guys, you know how groin-stabbing's outlawed?" "Yeah, so?" "Do you know how *sensitive* nipples are? How would it feel if someone, say, stepped on the tip of your dick?"
Before the group broke up due to lack of interest and the King of the Monkeys (also leader of the duct-tape sword-guys) being a prick and a control freak, they had all acknowledged my superiority over all of them, whether or not I was able to beat them in single combat or not.
JL, Darth I just got two Darth Maul lightsabres today at 33% off! Yay!
