Walking to the park after dinner, we took the dog, as we do, out to the far end of the baseball field. The baseball field ends in a pretty band of trees and a creek. There was a big baseball game going on, kids everywhere and their parents.
And in the trees, home run territory? A guy was in the process of hitting a home run with his date. You heard the joyous grunts, you saw the nekked flesh, you saw the, as the wife put it, SHAKY BUTT0CKS.
As Maude's mother said, most people look better clothed. I doubt if these folks look any better clothed. I know dogs do it when and where they want, and these folks were DOING exactly WHAT DOGS DO.
AND YES, as we quickly moved away, laughing, wondering if we should call the police, a kid DID hit a near home run. Two yards short of the trees. The fielder never saw a thing....
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I beginning to think I enjoy living a sheltered life.
That's hilarious! I have a similar story but it didn't happen recently.
I grew up across the street from a park. You know how people are at parks, clearly. Well there was a car parked in the drive for forever. Broad daylight. It was a girl we went to school with. I was like, "Kyle, go ride your bike by and see what's going on." And he smiled at me and said, "okay." So he does. What he sees shocks him to the point of crashing his bike. A very unslender classmate in the car...doing this. Horrified. I wonder if he remembers or if he's blocked that out. Sorry, Kyle!
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