Dizzy-Disney4!

ROTFLOL!
When I was in high school, I was standing outside having a cigarette in the smoking alley. There was a loud knocking noise coming from a window/cubbie hole on the third floor. Everyone in the smoking alley, including myself, looked up, and we all got mooned.

The funny thing was, he kept doing it and looking over his shoulder at us and we all got to watch as a furious teacher YANKED him out of the little cubie hole he was mooning from. Now you see him, now you don't. He went flying!

ROTFLOL!

It was one of the football coaches who yanked him, so that kid went flying fast! That guy was strong! ROTFLOL!
Years later, while picking up one of my DSD after school, I was standing in the hallway by the boys locker room. Something told me to move into the next hall, but I figured she would see me faster and best where I was standing. I heard a knock. Looked over. I was mooned by a football player.
Moral of the stories: when you hear a knock, don't look!
I've seen too many streakers to count.
I'm not saying anything about what I may or may not have done.
I will say that I've mooned people twice now, by accident.
