A/N Back again!! thanks for ALL of the wonderful reviews...::long silence::
oh wait!! there werent any!!!!!! :-( tear.. i guess i'll have to come hunt
you all down....well, here's some more of camp...enjoy
This one time.. on the marching field.
It was a hot day (ofcourse it was!! its BAND CAMP!! it's ALWAYS hot!!) on the field of hell, and we all stood in our concert set for song two of show one.. winds on one side.. brass and sax on anothr.. and might i say.. it was a fine day for some ass. I mean brass.
Our five minute break really wasn't a break. It was satanding there, i'n our spots. waiting for something interesting to happen. We waited long enough.
Seniors, (and regretfully friends of mine) Sean and Bret were our preformers, and the band, the audiance.
Sean was always the goofball the joker funny as hell. Standing at attnetion, Fly, our director, with is head turned, and the whole band's eyes on Bret's shorts.
Sean snuck up behind him, nothing new,and layed two hands on Bret's shorts.. oh wait.. he let go.. they were at Bret's ankles. Oh and what do you know... so were his boxers.
(A/N I swear this happened!! NO JOKE!! not stretched at all)
Took Bret no time to realize something was missing, he pulled his pants, and cute little teddy bear boxers up. His face matched his hair... very red. i never wanna see that ever again... but i know a few clarinet and flags who were very turned on.
Stupid Flaggets.
And this Other time... NOT on the marching field....
"Ok, " said Bria, " We have from now until eleven to ourselfs, what should we do?" It was 730, and we had just finished marching. Days of hell with evil boosters had passed, and we had broken as many rules as we could, without getting seriously in trouble.
The campus we were on was very boring. The pool; too far away, the store: next to the pool, evil boosters: should be thrown in the pool, drowned, and kept there, because its far away.
We had gained another companion on our walk, Jewly. Making our way behind our dorms..we saw a very nicely tilted hill, perfect for rolling.
But not so fast, damn evil *&^%#*# Luzadrish booster came strolling up the hill.. thinking, her shit didnt stink,.. and oh my goodness it did... she was a floor away. and we could STILL smell it!
Banished to Flymans office/room, we were very happy to be on the boys floor. When he came in.. he looked at us and asked why we were there..
"we were standing on the hill behind the dorms-"
"and as you KNOW that's a sin-"
"we should be banished to hell forever-"
"wait Izzy!! We're already there!"
the three of us just looked at our director. he looked back. oh can you hear the western music playing. oh wait, it was Josh.. ...
Stupid Trumpets....
He just looked, and told us to leave....
Stupid Director....
So we wandered back to our hill. it was now sacred. We threw off our shoes. layed down -(next to each other!! PERVS!) and rolled. It was GREAT!! better than boob sex!!(to be explained on a later trip)
Rolling down four more times and so, it was dark enough for us to haul our grass covered selfs to our dorm rooms.... oh wow did i itch.. i forgot a slight issue... i was allergic to grass (still am) all red and covered with hives... a real laugh tolook at i bet.
Well, needless to say cortozone became my best friend that night. Dont you see how it was all flys fault for sending us back out into the wild.. with tutu running around!! and Turning his back on the band while bj got de- pantsed!! (ok, not my injury.. but funny as HELL!)
Comment, or i might just have to send my crazy raid band director on you, you wouldnt want that,.. now would you!!! Rule Two: stupid trumpets.
This one time.. on the marching field.
It was a hot day (ofcourse it was!! its BAND CAMP!! it's ALWAYS hot!!) on the field of hell, and we all stood in our concert set for song two of show one.. winds on one side.. brass and sax on anothr.. and might i say.. it was a fine day for some ass. I mean brass.
Our five minute break really wasn't a break. It was satanding there, i'n our spots. waiting for something interesting to happen. We waited long enough.
Seniors, (and regretfully friends of mine) Sean and Bret were our preformers, and the band, the audiance.
Sean was always the goofball the joker funny as hell. Standing at attnetion, Fly, our director, with is head turned, and the whole band's eyes on Bret's shorts.
Sean snuck up behind him, nothing new,and layed two hands on Bret's shorts.. oh wait.. he let go.. they were at Bret's ankles. Oh and what do you know... so were his boxers.
(A/N I swear this happened!! NO JOKE!! not stretched at all)
Took Bret no time to realize something was missing, he pulled his pants, and cute little teddy bear boxers up. His face matched his hair... very red. i never wanna see that ever again... but i know a few clarinet and flags who were very turned on.
Stupid Flaggets.
And this Other time... NOT on the marching field....
"Ok, " said Bria, " We have from now until eleven to ourselfs, what should we do?" It was 730, and we had just finished marching. Days of hell with evil boosters had passed, and we had broken as many rules as we could, without getting seriously in trouble.
The campus we were on was very boring. The pool; too far away, the store: next to the pool, evil boosters: should be thrown in the pool, drowned, and kept there, because its far away.
We had gained another companion on our walk, Jewly. Making our way behind our dorms..we saw a very nicely tilted hill, perfect for rolling.
But not so fast, damn evil *&^%#*# Luzadrish booster came strolling up the hill.. thinking, her shit didnt stink,.. and oh my goodness it did... she was a floor away. and we could STILL smell it!
Banished to Flymans office/room, we were very happy to be on the boys floor. When he came in.. he looked at us and asked why we were there..
"we were standing on the hill behind the dorms-"
"and as you KNOW that's a sin-"
"we should be banished to hell forever-"
"wait Izzy!! We're already there!"
the three of us just looked at our director. he looked back. oh can you hear the western music playing. oh wait, it was Josh.. ...
Stupid Trumpets....
He just looked, and told us to leave....
Stupid Director....
So we wandered back to our hill. it was now sacred. We threw off our shoes. layed down -(next to each other!! PERVS!) and rolled. It was GREAT!! better than boob sex!!(to be explained on a later trip)
Rolling down four more times and so, it was dark enough for us to haul our grass covered selfs to our dorm rooms.... oh wow did i itch.. i forgot a slight issue... i was allergic to grass (still am) all red and covered with hives... a real laugh tolook at i bet.
Well, needless to say cortozone became my best friend that night. Dont you see how it was all flys fault for sending us back out into the wild.. with tutu running around!! and Turning his back on the band while bj got de- pantsed!! (ok, not my injury.. but funny as HELL!)
Comment, or i might just have to send my crazy raid band director on you, you wouldnt want that,.. now would you!!! Rule Two: stupid trumpets.