Dude'sonfire
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I was in the lovely Edinburgh Meadows today.
I was with three friends, two male, one female. We were messing around doing martial arts moves and such, then we thre a frisby around for some time, then lay down and chilled out.
As my female friend lay there, relaxing, she just looked like the perfect victim. Don't ask why; I'm not entirely sure how these things work. But anyway, I didn't want to just tickle her in the cliche 'for no reason' sort of way, so I, without warning, shimmied up to her and said:
"Now -----, I'm going to ask you a series of questions. Now you'll have a certain amount of time to answer, and if you can't, you'll have to be punished."
"Um... ok."
"What's 17 times 19? You have ten seconds."
".... ..... ...."
"7... 8... 9..."
"223!"
"Hold on, I'll tell you if you're right... 170 times 2 is 340, so..."
"How is it 340?!"
"Well 2 150s are 300 and..."
"Oh. Crap."
"Yup, you were wrong!"
I proceded to tickle her for a good long moment, making her squeak and giggle and role around and such.
"Right, I'll make the next one easy: when was the battle of Hastings?"
"What?"
"Oh come on," said one of my male friends.
"Do you seriously not know?" I asked.
"Well, no..."
I tickled her again, but she protested, saying, "That's not fair! Ask something I at least have a chance with."
"You don't know that the Normans invaded Britain in 1066?!"
"No!"
"Ok fine... What colour did Ann Widecombe dye her hair?"
"Blonde."
"Well done. Um... eh... lets see... right: Is New York considered a separate state?"
"No."
"Wrong!"
I once again tickled her. She curled up and laughed, protesting that she wasn't wrong.
"How the hell do you think the phrase 'New York New York' came about," one of my male friends said, taunting her.
She giggled and squirmed some more until I stopped.
"Poo," she said to me in mock spite.
"Oh that the way it's going to be is it?" I tickled her again.
She laughed. "Stop!"
"Apologise!"
She then proceded to say, in the cutest tone possible, "I'm Sorry..."
And so the incedent ended. We played with the frisby some more, then two of my friends had to move on and catch a train.
A good day... :happy:
I was with three friends, two male, one female. We were messing around doing martial arts moves and such, then we thre a frisby around for some time, then lay down and chilled out.
As my female friend lay there, relaxing, she just looked like the perfect victim. Don't ask why; I'm not entirely sure how these things work. But anyway, I didn't want to just tickle her in the cliche 'for no reason' sort of way, so I, without warning, shimmied up to her and said:
"Now -----, I'm going to ask you a series of questions. Now you'll have a certain amount of time to answer, and if you can't, you'll have to be punished."
"Um... ok."
"What's 17 times 19? You have ten seconds."
".... ..... ...."
"7... 8... 9..."
"223!"
"Hold on, I'll tell you if you're right... 170 times 2 is 340, so..."
"How is it 340?!"
"Well 2 150s are 300 and..."
"Oh. Crap."
"Yup, you were wrong!"
I proceded to tickle her for a good long moment, making her squeak and giggle and role around and such.
"Right, I'll make the next one easy: when was the battle of Hastings?"
"What?"
"Oh come on," said one of my male friends.
"Do you seriously not know?" I asked.
"Well, no..."
I tickled her again, but she protested, saying, "That's not fair! Ask something I at least have a chance with."
"You don't know that the Normans invaded Britain in 1066?!"
"No!"
"Ok fine... What colour did Ann Widecombe dye her hair?"
"Blonde."
"Well done. Um... eh... lets see... right: Is New York considered a separate state?"
"No."
"Wrong!"
I once again tickled her. She curled up and laughed, protesting that she wasn't wrong.
"How the hell do you think the phrase 'New York New York' came about," one of my male friends said, taunting her.
She giggled and squirmed some more until I stopped.
"Poo," she said to me in mock spite.
"Oh that the way it's going to be is it?" I tickled her again.
She laughed. "Stop!"
"Apologise!"
She then proceded to say, in the cutest tone possible, "I'm Sorry..."
And so the incedent ended. We played with the frisby some more, then two of my friends had to move on and catch a train.
A good day... :happy:
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