They Are Real and They Are Far From Spectacular

So, I was walking down the street. A rarity in Los Angeles, I know. When I passed a house with a dunk booth randomly set up in the front yard.

Completely set up. Filled with water. Yet no one around. Very odd.

I’ve been in the dunk booth once before. Back in college for some charity/fraternity thing.

Unfortunately, I hadn’t planned on being in said booth that day and was ill prepared. No towel to dry myself off, no change of clothes and, most importantly, NO UNDERWEAR.

Word of advice, never freeball when you hit the dunking booth. Unless you get off showing your balls to the world at large.

Which I did. Show my balls that is, not get off on it.

I do not like showing off the boys. They frighten me, so I’m doubtful they’ll be well received by the dunking public.

Thankfully, now that I have disclosed this embarrassing exposure of my testicles to the entire internet, I can now be done with whatever residual shame I might be harboring from that event.

Don’t worry – I have many other shameful moments that I can still disclose and I’m fairly certain that I will get around to all of them.

wojr

Labels: College, Nostalgia

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