...the first time I can remember popping a boner, watching my first crush, Patti rollerskate around a rink at my Jewish friend, Sean's birthday party in the early 80's as this was playing!
yep, It brings back memories for me too.
that was a great time in the heights with all those arcades on the boardwalk filled with video and pinball machines.
for me it was even better in the winter when the place was empty but a few arcades stayed open all year long.
royal arcade
central arcade
golden nugget aka 500 boardwalk
lucky leos
henrys playland
it was like having a big arcade all to yourself, 5 bucks in quarters and your feeling great.
and the girls, yeah, hooking up with those summer chicks was so much fun.
just kissing was like the best thing ever.........only downside was the sand in your pants.
I remember this blonde from like saddle river or somewhere up north.
I was 15, she was 16...........big tits, beauty.
she got out of the pool at the hotel and it was just like pheobe cates in fast times. I was in love.
we talked all night, then made out, then
she gave me a BJ on the 2nd ave beach under the lifeguard boat........I was in heaven.
The next day she was gone.
stuff like that happened a few times every summer.
back then there was no responsibilities , just stay up all night with friends both locals and summer kids, go to the beach all day.
I think this song reminds of that night with blondie the most: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lU9p1WRfA9w
I want stories damn it!
make them up if you have to.
Tell us all about your days of finger-banging old Mary Jane ROTTEN CROTCH through her pretty pink panties.
I think this thread is about relating songs that bring back early memories of getting some poontang and sharing the story.
for example:
It was a back in the summer of 86.
It was a hot summer, The Great Mattingly was hitting like a champ and Bon Jovi was giving love (and rock music in general) a bad name.
I remember that we spent that summer vacationing at our cottage in the Hamptons. http://www.worldriders2.com/JournalPics_11_1/APar2Am 030 (Small).jpg
My father hired a local guy to build new stairs in the south wing entrance, just outside were my mothers prize winning roses and our sting of poloponies.
His name was Bruce. He was a rugged young man with the bluest eyes.
Each day I would watch him from the garden, the sweat on his lean body glistening in the sun.
One day while my family was out shopping for a new Bentley for my sister (she had driven through a puddle the night before and gotten her old one dirty) I was in the kitchen fixing myself a hamburger for lunch http://flisted.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/fat-guy-eating-giant-hamburger.jpg
when Bruce knocked on the back door.
I fixed him some lemonaide and as I handed it to him, our hands touched, he looked at me with those deep blue eyes and suddenly...........suddenly......
Oh shit writers block , writers block!
This song reminds me of back in the day when I was a young teen Alcoholic Stoner & we would throw ditch day parties, BBQ's with kegs and jungle juice, eating pussy that was fresh, Ah those were the days!