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- Try a Brazilian wax
- Finish super Mario 3
- Dress as a man
- Force a blood nose
- Have sex with an 80+
- Dress as a woman
- Drive a truck
- Crash a truck
- Free-fall skydive
- Design large tattoos for one another
- Write some beautiful music, sell to a big recording company, use proceeds
to fund a hate campaign against them.
- Make love in a store window
- Start a fight with the local squirrels
I'm proud to announce that we successfully completed every entry on the list, well, all except for the sex with
the 80+ one. Sarah did it, and Fucken hell it was funny, creaking and strange moaning , I couldn't stop laughing.
The time came around for me to get it on with this absurdly elderly broad and I just couldn't do it, I will do
just about anything, but this decision was too final, the psychological repercussions overwhelming, and I couldn't
stop laughing from Sarah's little show. So there I am, giggling like a Japanese school girl, and WHAM!! I feel
the unnerving blow of a 2x4 to the neck, but I still can't stop laughing. Sarah winds up for another shot, and
just as she's taking her hit at me, I crouch down from laughing pains…. and she slams the old broad square in the
face. We bolted, never turning back to face the scene. I do wonder whether the old bag survived from time to time.
Homicide was not on the list, but we would lap up new experience like dogs after a big run who drink from their
bowls, leaves, bugs and all.
Empowered by her brutal assault on the old lady, Sarah even went as far as to suggest parricide; 'C'mon it'll be
a lark.' Her eyes lit up like a wild-eyed child.
"Are you drunk?...You've been drinking haven't you." Her cheeks flushed incriminatingly.
'No I have not.' She replied defiantly.
'I've taken just about everything else, but I am most certainly not a common drunkard.'
Sarah hopped over to the bar and poured herself several drinks.
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