When I was in school, I took some environmental courses.  In one course, during a heat spell (when isn't there one in Ft. Worth?), no less, we had to go to a waste treatment facility.  While there, we were forced to climb up an airator tank and walk halfway across the catwalk which goes down the middle.  Now, I don't know if you guys have ever seen one, but these things aren't covered.  It's about an acre in area, and all it is is a bubbling pot of shit, tampons, condoms...you name it.  This is where everything you flush down the toilet goes first.  And because of te airation, there's a breeze coming up off of it.  Then, of course, one of the chics has to yak, and you know what happens when one person goes...it's a chain reaction.  About half the class puked.  I made it out ok, but I probably shoulda burned my clothes.  

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Well, gentleman, I can't believe that Halfcocked was the first to mention it...

Back when I was in high school, I ran around with an older crowd. One night we were cruising town drinking when we stopped to talk to this girl, a friend of the driver. He went and talked to her and came back to the Blazer. He said we have got a girl lined up for you and if you don't perform, we'll tell the world you are gay. Well I hadn't lost my virginity yet, but I played it cool and said okay. We all drove to a secluded area in the forest and parked. I drank a couple of beers real quick and said let's go. We walked down a path into the woods out of sight of everyone and she took of her top and bra. She just pulled down her pants to her ankles and raised her legs for me to crawl through. I put on a condom and when my head entered that space between her legs, the worst stench of my life waifted up to my nostrils. I slid on up quickly, with her legs wrapped around me, and did the deed. When we were all sitting in the Blazer on the way back to town, I guarantee that EVERYONE could smell it. I could still smell it the next day while playing pool at a friend's house.