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I was under the influence in a dark corner in a pool at a small party. My girlfriend starts pulling off my trunks. I go, "yeah...".
She throws them over the pool fence. I run out of the pool, covering my privates with my hands. People laugh at me. Suddenly, running and turning the corner around the fence, I slip, my right leg flies up, and my small toe breaks against the corner of the house.
I jump up and down, naked, holding my broken toe, roaring.
People laughed even more. My girlfriend included.
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