I was twelve, and during a sleepover party, during a late night game of truth or dare, I was dared to make out with a stuffed cat. (Perhaps that's the roots of the whole furry thing...) Actually, the initial dare was to french kiss the stuffed cat, but it was insisted that I could 'do it better than that', and ended up making out with the freaking thing.
Oh, don't worry, I got the darer back... dared her to put her underwear into the freezer for an hour. Knew she'd be enough of a dork to actually put it right back on after an hour. The scream woke up the father of the party's hostess, but, 'twas worth it. Ah, it's good to be evil.
Monty now owns said stuffed cat. No, she doesn't know the story (unless she's reading this...). When I moved out, she said I could have it back if I wanted to, but I was all 'Oh, no, no, that's okay, you like it, you keep it, no problem.' Heh.
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Date: 2006-02-23 04:35 am (UTC)Oh, don't worry, I got the darer back... dared her to put her underwear into the freezer for an hour. Knew she'd be enough of a dork to actually put it right back on after an hour. The scream woke up the father of the party's hostess, but, 'twas worth it. Ah, it's good to be evil.
Monty now owns said stuffed cat. No, she doesn't know the story (unless she's reading this...). When I moved out, she said I could have it back if I wanted to, but I was all 'Oh, no, no, that's okay, you like it, you keep it, no problem.' Heh.