When I returned home from the Army, I started college the next fall quarter at Georgia Southwestern College in Americus, Ga.
An old friend I had known from my high school days, who was now a junior, informed me that sorority girls had been known to be enticed into carnal knowledge by parties and good looking, sophisticated "older" men like us.
One day at the student center we met these two sorority sisters, and they were both real cutie pies. Randy and I made a date with them, to take them out to an abandoned bauxite mine nearby, known to all college students as, you guessed it, "The Bauxite Mine." They readily agreed.
This mine has pretty deep water in it and the bauxite made it a beautiful blue-green color. The mine had seen many daytime swim parties and also many night ones as well.
So my buddy and I decided on a plan. We would take these two lovelies out to the Bauxite Mine for a night of revelry, and hopefully, debauchery.
We went prepared with plenty of makings for "Hunch Punch," snacks and other nessesary items.
Now, Randy and I figured on getting these two sorority sisters uninhibited with alcohol, take em for a skinny dip and see what would ensue. However, we never counted on one tragic fact.
Neither Randy nor I were drinkers, and trying to keep up with these two experienced sisters was a really bad move on our part.
We got as far as the skinny dipping, then settled down around a campfire for another round, and possibly romance.
Well the "Hunch Punch" idea backfired and the last thing I remember was the two girls laughing at us, naked, in the bushes heaving our non-drinking guts out.
Aweeeeeeee... WAlt, I felt you guys pain! and laughter by the girls!
Warm Hugs and Love, Warrior Lady Sheeeoox
ATleast you have the memories!
Reviewed by d. k
7/17/2007
That was a funny story indeed. I could just picture two guys setting the whole thing up.....guess a lesson was learned that day! Thanks for the chuckle!
Talking about a plan going bad! Ah, the days of youth! We lived and we learned! Enjoyed this light and humorous trip down memory lane, brought a smile to my face this hot July morning! Write on my friend!
Blessings,
Joyce B.
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