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ok, try this one. I was a junior in high school and had finally got my girlfriend in the sack. We were in her bedroom and her parents were out of town (or so I had been led to believe). Well, things were getting pretty acrobatic and all of the sheets were on the floor. She ended up on top of me and was really getting into it, when her bedroom door opens and her dad walks into the room. He looked directly at me and told us to get to the living room. This man was not a fun guy either, an ex-cop (ex because he did something wrong because he had been fired), so naturally both of us fear the worse. My girlfriend jumps off the bed and dresses and leaves the room. I'm standing there with my shirt on and I can't find my pants. I am hunting all over the room for them when he yells out to me to ask what I am waiting for. I then realize that my girlfriend must have put my jeans in her fear, because hers are laying on the ground. I breifly entertain the idea of putting them on, but they don't even remotely come close to fitting me. He yelled out to me again, and I slowly uttered the words which have been burned into my brain.
"I can't come out because Kathy is wearing my pants"
Silence greeted that for about 30 seconds, and then he started laughing.
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