The biggest Maalox moment of my life happened when I was in a very compromising position.

My ex-girlfriend's name was Rosalyn and my current, albeit long-distance girlfriend was Rosemary. Well, I called Rosalyn "Rozz" and I called Rosemary "Rose".

Rozz wanted me back so she came to Ft. Hood to, umm, "resubmit her application". She submited the application about 4 -7 times a week. She was on those "Nor-plant" thingy's in her arm, so she couldn't get pregnant, and had no "visits", if you know what I mean.

Early one Sunday morning I was getting a Lewinski special. She always wanted to be warned prior to, well- you know... Well, it was about to happen and I was trying to let her know- but in doing so I said, "Ooooh, stop Rose, stop.." She looked up at me, and said "I can't believe you called me by that b!tch's name!!"

I had been so good to that point- so careful- and in that instant I realized she could have inflicted severe damage upon me... Lorena Bobbit levels of damage.

She was a great sport though- she knew about Rose, and she was p!ssed at me for calling out the wrong name (Probably why I'd rather not talk during those times today) for about 30 minutes- but she forgave me...

We still hooked up a lot of times after that, but we never got back to where we were pre-Rose because I never wanted to back-track officially.

That was my Maalox moment, have you had any?
Doesn't have to be sexual, just a moment in life when the pucker-factor was off the chart.

 

Wow- nobody has had an "Oh *****" moment in their lives?

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OH *****!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!














I think I just pissed myself lmao at you....You called her another name thats classic

 

Last trip to the top...
If it dies this time; I'll let it stay down...

 

I ran a redlight while being blessed with a cop at across the street from the intersection.


That was a Maalox

 

Can't help ya buddy, just use honey, dear, baby and you won't have that problem.

 

I should have learned from a Sergeant of mine- he said he gave all his girlfriends the same nickname "Cookie" that way he wouldn't make that mistake... I probably didn't listen to his advice after his main "cookie" found out about one of his other "cookies".

 

Did she make some crumbs?

 

You can never have just one.....oh wait....those are Lays potato chips....but....I guess we can continue the F150Online tradition of playing on words.....and use the saying for getting laid as well....

 

ahh yes, a maalox moment....

nah, not yet, can't share, but thanks for giving me some damn good flashbacks... whew, it's warm in here!!

darn you cia-agent flippin' army, ::: grumble, grumble, grumble::::

 

Where have you been Miss? I thought you'd given up on us!!

 

No way wold I give up y'all. In fact, I haven't forgotten about my mission to get pix... just waitin' for some more definition... getting there..... personal best today...benched 140.... just wanted to see if I could....I usually stay low and am searching for more definition.... don't want mass, but damn those figure competitors look like a nice blend of the cheerleader (yuck) and a body builder.... anyway, not in my lifetime, but a cool dream


anyway, I am newly TDY and still getting settled and starting my residency type program... very interesting soldiers here!!!!

 

Ah, the joys of women.

I try to avoid names at all costs... especially in certain naked situations.

I'm awful at names to begin with, and trying to remember some girl's name through about seven or eight beers (and who knows what else) really puts me at a loss.

There have been nights where I'm all set to bring home something, or be brought home... and I drop the completely wrong name. Something not even close. Like if it was Erin, I say Mary. Or Julia, or Jennie, or Andy.

I did that once in the middle of things... and I actually realized right away... almost shat myself. I don't think she heard me though... but just for good measure I made sure I slept at home that night

The other weekend, I was talking to some girl most of the night, and was completely at a loss for her name throughout the night. Somehow she knew mine, and could actually say my last name correctly more then once...

A quick trip to the bathroom, and one wingman (friend) later, I was set. Same thing happened to him this past Saturday, and I promptly returned the favor.

... ah, the joys of collegiate life.