When I was in high school , I lived in the Middle East. Some friends of mine broke into this house that was being built. It was going to be an Ambassador's Residence so, even unfinished, it was pretty nice. Of course, because most of our parents were diplomats, we might have lacked adequate appreciation. At first, a bunch of us would just go hang out there. We had some good times in that house, but the get-togethers got progressively more drunken.
This big guy named Louis made an entire pizza stick to the
ceiling. One time, I bet this guy Tank that I could give a
hickey to any part of the human body. I was saved from his
initial gambit by a guy who said that a girl (who wasn't his
girlfriend at the time) had accidentally given him a hickey there once by accident. So we settled on the nose. I pinched Tank's nostrils shut and sucked away on the bridge of his snout. The next morning, his mother was like, "Oh no! Charles, have you been in a fight?!" This was on account of his two black eyes and red/blue snoz. He claimed he told her it was my fault, but I don't know whether he had the truth in him for that one.
The house had phone service connected already and eventually our fun ended
when these two eighth graders Sasha and Karen got busted calling their
friends who were back in the States. I think it ended up costing their
parents a couple grand. But what a small price to pay for the betterment
of science. We learned that it is possible to leave a hickey mark on the
human nose and pizza grease is much weaker than Krazy Glue. Thank
goodness for diplomatic immunity.
by Amelia G