P.S.: The females in the room are all over 18.
And I can’t stress the PG angle enough!
My entries:
- Anonymously call for a towel-snapping contest.
- Clothe, discretely, and then tell your buddies a lot of tall tales.
- Take selfies till the cops come.
- Do your best Rodney Dangerfield: “So? So let’s party!”
- Petition the Supreme Court to prolong the situation.
- Wake up.
And avoid this.
-Grab em by the..well, you know.
-Turn 3 shades of red…not out of embarrassment but of lust.
-“Hey Babe, what’s your sign?! I’mma Taurus…like the gun.”
Purr
If I’m a gay guy I would just go ahead and put on my jock strap and act like nothing’s going on…
You misspelled “Democrat.”
I remember that PG13 means different things to different cultures, and who am I to judge?
PG13 to me means getting to second base at the farthest…and includes frenchy frenchy kissing and nothing more. The 13 means you’re just a dorky dude going thru puberty at 13 who should be watching R ( for raunchy) rated movies.
I’d ask Lisa to guide me through it…
Careful; I hear she has the tendency to tear people apart.
Are we talking about a locker room for females, or a locker room that is itself female?
If it’s the latter, I’d start screaming in terror due to the Cronenberg-like horror in which I found myself. Then I’d probably look around for a drinking fountain, since screaming really dries out my throat.
“Hmm. I knew I should have taken that left turn at Albuquerque.”
That left turn at all-bi-quirky?
What do I do? What DON’T I do?
Actually I would probably just generally chicken out.
Now that I’m over eighty I’d do nothing, but when I was younger…whatever the law would allow.
“Lesbians to the left, heteros to the right and if you don’t whch one you are the door is thataway.”