We were sitting around the campfire, when

We were sitting around the campfire, when Nate decides 2tell a ghost story. It had something to do w/ a crappy Jetta in Maine, &something about a politician. That's not scary. THIS

SOUNDS LIKE THE START OF A PORNO! Nate's face got red and he said, "Wait you thought I was telling a ghost story? hahaha no I was telling you the story of how I lost my virginity."

I didn't say ghost story I said Horror story and come on the difference between a horror story and how you lost your virginity is splitting hairs at this point. The person you

lost your virginity too better not have scared the shit out of you ... unless you're both into that sort of thing. And who am I to judge considering how much I enjoy putting on

Barry Manilow when I'm trying to set the mood. Sharondha, was a girl, or should I say, woman who loved sexy music. When she came to my pad I went and got "You're Lookin' Hot"

&started; dancing, gyrating in my white polyester leisure suit. Sharondha dug me, I could tell. She swung her hair around & grabbed me...right there. Suddenly, Lydia Dimplepot

had my complete attention. I was 52% aroused, 38% terrified, and 14% black out drunk. Without releasing her death grip we caromed around the dance floor. Sharonda and Lydia

started making out because they were 87% drunk, but still had 13% of their dance moves and this combination cleared 92% of the dance floor. In a panic, the DJ started playing 100%

hokey pokey. It was the only way to corral a whole wedding party of drunken louts. The DJ hoped he could hold off the carnage and played "The Chicken Dance."

This only made the wedding-goers more angry. Just when he was about to give up, Vinyl Scratch, the world's greatest DJ, stepped in. She played dubstep, and made everyone happy.