January 24, 2008

Room 100

You might have heard this one before. I've been doing this blog thing for a while. I forget what I've told you and what I haven't. You guys had a lot of comments about yesterday's post. And apparently some of you kids think that hooking up is slang for, you know, bumpin' uglies. It's a bit more innocent than that...

The first half of my freshman year in college sucked donkey balls. My roommate was psychotic. I mean this literally. His mom would call the hall phone in the dorm to ask anyone available if her son had taken his meds. He had four main fascinations in life - pot (as in, the smoking of pot in our room), hardcore pornography (I'll admit that this was one of his more endearing qualities), using his parents' credit card to trick out the room (the big-screen TV kinda rocked), and weaponry of the bladed variety (I actually called the campus cops to raid my own room because of the prevalence of knives). And honestly what's better than living with a horny, high, armed to the teeth guy with severe mental problems? (Don't answer - that was rhetorical and blatantly sarcastic.) To escape, I landed in Room 100. Several of us did. Particularly those who smoked because the college I attended had a pretty liberal smoking policy - if the two people who lived in the room were cool with it you were free to light up. The occupants of Room 100 had declared it a smoking room. Beth found her way out of an equally depressing living environment (seven women sharing one bathroom) to Room 100 too.

On top of the issues I had with my roommate, I was in a long-distance relationship with a high-school girlfriend which was going the way of most long-distance relationships (i.e., the toilet). And I ended up with a pretty substantial case of mono. That was fun. After the first semester, I came back, healthy but still attached and still living with a headcase. On January 23, 1993, Beth cornered my in the bathroom of Room 100 and we made a pact to change all that. She picked me up. I strenuously didn't object. I did massively romantic things like quote Mother Love Bone lyrics, talk about hot air balloons and the progressive rock band Yes. Inexplicably it seemed to work. This was my first glimpse into Beth's high tolerance to come. The next day we broke up with our significant others. The next weekend, I moved out of the dorm and into a new apartment. Beth helped me move. We've lived together ever since.

That's our story. It might not be overly juicy or the stuff of Lifetime Original Movies but its ours. And we're sticking with it. And each other.

How about you? What's your greatest hookup?

Posted by Chris at January 24, 2008 7:02 AM

Met Honey aka Jamie when I was going into my senior year of high school. He was an upcoming freshman [yeah i'm 2.9 years older than him] and he was this annoying kid...6 months later after talking all the time we started dating [first date 12/7/1984] and we've been together ever since. 23 years I guess it's been.
Pretty cool. Lots of ups and down, but more ups so that's a bonus. He's my best friend.

You have a great story....Mia is going to love hearing about it when she gets older.

Posted by: kimmyk at January 24, 2008 7:26 AM

An AOL chat room is where I stumble upon my mate. We're together 12 years now.

Posted by: Hazel at January 24, 2008 7:32 AM

My greatest hook-up is definitely my last. I met the hubby online. We chatted every day for months. That led to daily phone calls. He was local, but I still refused to actually meet him. Luckily, he was persistent.

Finally, I was looking around online one night when I realized that George Thorogood was going to be in town the following week, along with a young gal I had seen open for Mellencamp, who I LOVED. I was so there. So I asked him if he wanted to go. He said yes, and we met the night before the show at a bar/eatery that sits on Tampa Bay, for dinner. We watched a stunning sunset over the bay, shared our first kiss, and talked until closing time, then went to our respective homes.

I knew when I left that night that I would be spending the rest of my life with him. It was one of the most amazing, eye opening experiences that I have ever had.

I moved in with him two months later. That was almost 9 years ago, and while our lives together have not been simple, nor easy, they have been the best years of my life.



Posted by: Jen at January 24, 2008 7:38 AM

My boyfriend, Zach, & I - It's a pretty amazing story that I really should blog about.

Extremely Short version: We have some mutual friends - including my brother - these friends (but not my brother) were visting me in Boston. Zach is from Boston but lived in Hawaii at the time - he was home visiting and our friends wanted to see him. I told them to invite him over cuz we were BBQ'ing, and hey, the more the merrier. He liked me because I was sassy and wouldn't take his crap, I liked him because he taught me how to make a mean vinaigrette (which we now call Love Potion #9), we stayed up till 6am talking. Three days later he went back to Hawaii, and a day after that I hopped on a plane out there in the best, craziest decision I ever made.

(Not permanently...just for a few weeks in paradise. And I got to surprise my brother and his wife who live there. Zach has since been transferred back East.)

Posted by: Caitlin at January 24, 2008 7:51 AM

I'm not tellin'. ;)

But I would just like to say that you are smooooooooth. The progressive band Yes? That would totally make me swoon. (Note to self: Tell boys to talk about 90125.

Posted by: Poppy at January 24, 2008 7:55 AM

I'm not tellin'. ;)

But I would just like to say that you are smooooooooth. The progressive band Yes? That would totally make me swoon. (Note to self: Tell boys to talk about 90125.)

Posted by: Poppy at January 24, 2008 7:56 AM

Sorry for the double comment. I couldn't handle the lack of ) at the end. siiiiiiiigh.

Posted by: Poppy at January 24, 2008 7:58 AM

I want to see how many comments are about hookups prior to their current spouse/mate.

Of course, my best hookup was with my wife. Of course.

There was no daughter of a Texas state trooper who was giving me head in her father's recliner when he came home from work. I repeat: there was not.

Posted by: SciFi Dad at January 24, 2008 8:03 AM

I once brought a girl back to my dorm room and showed her my Knife collection and hardcore porn collection on my bigscreen tv and we were going to toke up a big fatty when out of the blue campus security showed up and ...she never came back.

Posted by: william at January 24, 2008 8:10 AM

I need to acquire a dirty mind. I didn't read bumpin uglies when you said you hooked up in the bathroom.

I met my husband and I met the summer before my senior year of high school. His brother/nephew was dating my sister and he came over to take a dip in our pool. We played spin the boat. :-) We dated on and off, more off than on, five years before we moved in together. We've been married 11 years and living together an additional 7.

Posted by: Maria at January 24, 2008 8:23 AM

Spring Break Hookup of '99. We have been married for almost 6 years now.

Posted by: Josh at January 24, 2008 8:24 AM

My first roommate was friends with my now-husband's roommate, so I actually met him on my first day at school. We became friends but he was too shy to make a move and so was I, until I told him how I felt a year and a half later over IM. That was 8 years ago now. I only wish I would've saved that conversation because it was so, so lame.

Posted by: Leah at January 24, 2008 8:35 AM

17 years ago, a girl I had never spoken to called my phone number by mistake. By the end of that day, I had kissed her. We've been married for 11 years now. If that's not fate, I don't know what is.

Full story is here if you're interested: http://almostlucid.com/?p=537

Posted by: Brad at January 24, 2008 8:56 AM

I met my hubby on the BBS - the precursor to the internet. We talked a lot about Classic Rock and agreed to meet at a local watering hole.

I (accidentally) stood him up. It involves drinking many more margaritas at another place. Oops.

We tried again. I was moving down south, and I told him to look me up if he was ever in my area.

He did.

April 16th will be 14 years of marriage. September 23 will be 15 years of him taking a chance and stepping out of his comfort zone.

I'm so glad he did.

(Mother Love Bone? Really?!? So glad Yes was in there; I was beginning to worry about you.) :)

Posted by: Shash at January 24, 2008 9:06 AM

I met my hubby on the BBS - the precursor to the internet. We talked a lot about Classic Rock and agreed to meet at a local watering hole.

I (accidentally) stood him up. It involves drinking many more margaritas at another place. Oops.

We tried again. I was moving down south, and I told him to look me up if he was ever in my area.

He did.

April 16th will be 14 years of marriage. September 23 will be 15 years of him taking a chance and stepping out of his comfort zone.

I'm so glad he did.

(Mother Love Bone? Really?!? So glad Yes was in there; I was beginning to worry about you.) :)

Posted by: Shash at January 24, 2008 9:07 AM

Hub was a friend of a friend, we (all) hung out for a few days...dinner, movies, playing pool. I had to ask him out, we went to DC for the 4th of July. While the fireworks were going off- IN THE AIR, I knew that if I leaned back to rest on him and he was there, it was all good...When he drove me home he had put my bag in the trunk. That way he HAD to get out and walk me to my door. He says no, but I know he was schemming. AND then there was the kiss. A little too sappy, people may fall into sugar induced coma's...but here we are 11 years, 3 kids and few mortgages later.

Posted by: shannon at January 24, 2008 9:10 AM

My husband and I were set up by my mother (I know!) and his friend (my mom's boss). We met at a holiday party where everyone knew we were being set up. When we were finally introduced for the first time, the room of 50+ people literally fell silent to eavesdrop on our first conversation. Talk about awkward!

Posted by: Shelly at January 24, 2008 9:15 AM

Mother Love Bone. I can't believe it's been nearly 20 years. Stop making me nostalgic.

I settled in Alaska in late '98 and immediately found that the male/female ratio of 8/1 wasn't an exaggeration and that the 'one' female was actually pretty heinous. So, I went onto one of those dating sites, looked in Seattle because Seattle's awesome, found someone who could write pretty impressive emails, and flew down to meet her, sight unseen. She turned out to be amazing and made life worthy for the next 3 years of alternating 1 long weekend per month in Seattle for me and the same in Anchorage for her. Then the military moved me to England and instead of marrying her, we parted ways. I was a fool and regret it to this day. Still, those years make for the best memories.

Posted by: You can call me, 'Sir' at January 24, 2008 9:34 AM

I like your story better because it has a happy ending but here's mine:

When I was a senior in college I was in a weekend-long dance marathon for charity. My partner was the fiance of one of my best friends (I was unattached at the time, so it was just friendly-like).

Across the gym floor I spotted this super-cute brown-eyed girl dancing with a group of friends. I could tell she was a freshman. I couldn't take my eyes off her for 48 hours, but I never worked up the nerve to approach her.

Two weeks later, at a drunken messy frat party (I wasn't in a frat, but went to plenty of parties), I was dancing with some friends (yes, it was The Romantics - What I Like About You. I think the law stated that song must be played at all parties in the late 80's).

This same cute brown-eyed girl sidled up to me and started dancing. It was too loud to talk, so after a few songs, she asked me if I wanted to go outside. Her first question to me: "Do you believe in fate?"

We spent the night and the next 2 1/2 years together. She even transferred to Georgetown (from University of Rochester) to be near me and my job in DC.

Unfortunately, soon after she moved there, I started feeling complacent about the relationship, she started getting restless, and it ended.

I hear she's a chemist up in Connecticut somewhere.

Posted by: Jeff St Real at January 24, 2008 9:37 AM

I was dating this guy, Rob, for three and a half yaers. For the last 2 of the relationship, he was a real ass. As in... abusive in so many different ways. Rob's two best friends, Rob, and I all played online video games together. And Chris saw some of these problems, and he and I started talking, and he was there for me when things got bad.

Before I knew it, I started falling for Chris. On the weekend of Rob's birthday, Chris and I were watching a movie together, because Rob was too busy ignoring me, playing video games. We ended up holding hands while watching said movie. Of course, our hands were hidden under a pillow so no one saw.

The rest, is history. <3

Posted by: Secha at January 24, 2008 9:42 AM

26 years ago I met a little girl who became friends with my daughters. One day her Dad dropped her off at our place and I saw him for the first time. 24 years ago I got a divorce and swore never to get married again. Shortly after that, he called because he too was going through a divorce and we went out to eat. (friends) Then at the end he leaned over and kissed me and we've been together ever since.
And yes, it was one hellava kiss!

Posted by: Maribeth at January 24, 2008 9:43 AM

Love your 'how we met' hook up story...

I met my husband in late January; he emailed me the very next morning; we went out 4 days later; engaged less than six months later; married in December. A one year whirlwind.... and still happy with our two wee boys.

Posted by: ewe_are_here at January 24, 2008 9:45 AM

Well, my craziest isn't with my husband, whom I met on ICQ. It was with a previous boyfriend that I found laying in the middle of the street while I was riding home from the bar with friends. Yes, we were headed home and this crazy guy was just laying in the middle of the street on a Saturday night. Yes, very crazy. And a bit drunk, as was I. I had my friend stop the car and I got out and lay next to him on the street until I lured him into the already too packed car with us. I took him to my house and he stayed...too long. Monday morning he had his exams and I called everyone I knew to come give him a ride home to collect his stuff so he could make it to his tests. Someone finally obliged, and he managed to pass with flying colors and was offered his degree. We were together for a couple years after that, until he entered the military and our lives just took different directions. Personally, I think we both grew up and quit partying constantly and once we begame real people we had nothing in common anymore. But still, it was a fun and crazy ride til then and when I remember back to my younger days, he's always in the picture, crazy right from the start.

Posted by: Tera at January 24, 2008 9:58 AM

Hoo. That would be senior year of college at a sorority party. Standing in a lake. Yeah.


Husband finally kissing me after FIVE DATES. Weak knees and all. :)

Posted by: Pammer at January 24, 2008 10:07 AM

Met my Chris on an internet dating site after he got drunk and decided to give it a go, i am the first person he met.
We moved in together after 4 months,married 8 months later 1 week before the anniversary of being together a year.
Been married almost 8 months now and all still good, hope we as happy as you two in 15 :0)

Posted by: Pol at January 24, 2008 10:22 AM

Mine too ended up in marriage; I was in a long distance relationship with a guy from high school who, in my heart of heart I knew, was gay. A guy my friends and I knew through a friend had a crush on my roommate and I knew this but while we all hung out at one friend's apartment, drinking heavily, he and I started talking and there was an instant connection. I'm not necessarily proud of the fact that the breaking off of our respective relationships was due to a lot of beer, but we've made it work going on 9 years now.

Posted by: claire at January 24, 2008 10:26 AM

I'm still waiting for one that will result in something as good as you and Beth have.

Posted by: alison at January 24, 2008 10:45 AM

That's all it took to get your hottie!?!?!?? Crap ... I missed my calling in life ...

A great story none the less. And I am of that generation where "hook up" meant something different that what that turd Millenial generation uses it for.

( look I left my participial dangling )


Posted by: Edge at January 24, 2008 11:14 AM

That's so sweet, I just might throw up.

Posted by: GreenCanary at January 24, 2008 11:16 AM

I had some strange ones, but the one that stuck was when I was 17 and I grabbed this guy's ass and asked if "This seat was taken." I moved in with him less than a year later and married him 4 years after that. I still can't seem to shake him after 11 years... :)

Posted by: heels at January 24, 2008 11:42 AM

Where I grew up, "hooking up" was making out. It could go further, but it certainly wasn't sex.

I stopped using the term in college, when everyone assumed I meant way more than I did.

Posted by: Kate at January 24, 2008 12:24 PM

My best hookup (your meaning) was with D. We met online but our schedules never synced up before my ankle surgery and I met someone else who lived close and belonged to my church. D and I stayed in touch because we had become friends. 10 months later we decided to meet in person...both believing we were still seeing someone else, as he had also met someone and was dating. By the end of the evening we had established that both of our relationships had ended and he gave me a cute Pooh bear in a sweater and a kiss that knocked me off my feet. One year later he proposed and 4 months later we were married. After almost 3 years I wouldn't change a thing. I hope we're as happy as you in 15 years!

Posted by: Krush at January 24, 2008 12:47 PM

Love everyone's stories. So great.
Met my man at a dorm room party in college. I was tipsy on wine and babbling about Jackson Pollack and Eastern Philosopy. He came across the room, barefoot, with dreads, a ciggy dangling from those juicy lips. He handed me a journal filled with poetry. He said, "I've been listening to you all night, you should read this." On the page was a Pablo Neruda poem that I already knew by heart. I read one line and was ready to jump this guys bones. We've been together ever since. He's bald and I'm more likely to be talking about what store is selling the cheapest diaper or if my mini-van needs an oil change, but that man can still challenge me, inspire me, and totally make me want to jump his bone.

Posted by: at January 24, 2008 1:23 PM

found you through Poop and Boogies...nice place you got here...

How about a hook-up that did not happen...well, for a few months at least...I met her...she met me. We shared a lingering handshake. 4 hours later, we both were at the same party. She asked me a random question...I said that I did not have what she was looking for, but that it would be best if she stayed away. "You are nothing but trouble for me" I told her...her response? "You felt it too, eh?"

Posted by: Bogart at January 24, 2008 2:24 PM

I'll get back to you in a few years ;-) I hope to someday have something as great as you and Beth.

Posted by: Heather at January 24, 2008 2:27 PM

I already told you! Jager. Kissing. Vomit.

End of story.

Posted by: Aimee Greeblemonkey at January 24, 2008 2:58 PM

Aww - it's a great story.

I picked my husband up off the street.

Posted by: Jules at January 24, 2008 3:14 PM

4/2/99 I was on vacation in AZ from MA. We were at the Blarney Stone. Kissed a cute boy, got his phone number.

4/3/99 Back to the Blarney Stone. Hooked up (in the nice dirty way). His roomate slept in his car so he would not disturb us, what a guy.

4/4/99 Dinner & a movie. More hooking up. Wasn't I on vacation with the girls? Whatever.

Go home, much letter writing (yes, snail mail) and phone calls.

6/99 I can't stand it. I go back to AZ to see him and tell him in person that I love him. He says it back at the airport when I was leaving. Meet his entire family during this visit.

9/99 He comes to MA, meets my entire family, including 4 older brothers and Dad. He survives, and passes.

11/99. I'm moving. I give notice at my job of 18 years. I am free of the corporate chains.

2/00 Arrive in AZ

3/00 get engaged on my birthday.

8/01 Get married in Lake Tahoe on a bluff overlooking the lake. Just the two of us.

8/01 to present Goofy in love. My best friend.

Turns out to be the best vacation of my life. I finally kissed the right guy in a bar. Who says you can't meet a quality guy in a bar?

Posted by: Annie at January 24, 2008 4:06 PM

I really like the fact that you guys broke up with significant others and got together shortly thereafter. About a year ago, my current boyfriend and I broke up with long-term others (mine almost 5 years, his just past 2 years) to be with each other. It was the greatest move I ever made, and I'm sure he's "it." :)

Posted by: Stephanie at January 24, 2008 4:42 PM

Wow...that's a pretty intense story. And a testament to true love.

I have to say my greatest hook up was my hubby, right? Maybe not the most exciting...but it has the best ending.

Posted by: Isabel at January 24, 2008 7:34 PM

My husband!

We worked together part-time at an indy bookstore in college. We were always friends but I had a long-term boyfriend. Well, I finally broke up with him and Bryan and I started hanging out more. I knew he was into theater and I needed to do a Shakespeare monologue so I asked for his help. He was DILIGENT in our rehearsing :-) Well, he kept helping me with ALL my homework--theater-related or not. He even read Milton's Paradise Lost JUST BECAUSE so he could help me 'grasp it better'. The attraction was growing for both of us and finally one night I just looked at him and thought to myself, "If we ever kiss, this is the man I will marry." Finally he made a move and boom, exactly a year and a half from that night we got married. We're having our first baby in April and our 6 year wedding anniversary is in May. That night, when we were making out I looked at him and said, "What took us so long?" and he said, "Because we're both bashful!" Swoon.

Okay, off to go make-out with him now!! :-)

Posted by: samantha Jo Campen at January 24, 2008 8:41 PM

I lovelovelove that story!

But seriously. "Hookin' up" does mean "bumping uglies" (to a lot of us, anyway). Be careful how you throw that around from now on.

And ask me again in a year or so. I might be working on a great story myself. (Or... it could go by way of the toilet. 2500 miles is a looooooong way.)

Posted by: Paige at January 24, 2008 8:51 PM

Hmm. I have a few fun ones. In high school I worked at a restaurant with the typical mysterious/sexy/shy guy. We were both dating other people but continued to wind up alone together at parties. One night at work the boss left early and we invited a 'few' people to stop by after closing. A water fight at the dishwasher turned into a messy, amazing memory. I moved away 2 weeks later.
Now onto a happier ending - I was visiting a friend and her boyfriend surprised us by showing up at the movie theater with some friends. I saw Logic and the room literally faded away. I told my friend I wanted to have his children, and even though we don't have kids we've been together for almost 10 years now.

Posted by: Amaya at January 24, 2008 8:57 PM

Met my hubby at a Sub eating contest. I guess I just couldn't get enough of his onion breath and here we are 13 yrs later with 2 kids and a dog.

Posted by: Mom On The Run at January 24, 2008 9:47 PM

Brandon and I were good friends at work. About a month after my huge break up with first-ever boyfriend of 3 years, Brandon had been up for a day straight working on computer stuff at an event at House of Blues on Sunset, and at 2 a.m., I asked him out. He tried to break up with me once with "I'm not ready to be with anyone right now", and I went the literal route and said, "Okay honey. I'll see you on Monday then." Hahahah!

Posted by: oakley at January 24, 2008 9:56 PM

The relationship I'm in now, Chris, the 'Mr. Wonderful' I refer to on my blog.

He was in a horrible relationship, he was desperately trying to get out of, and I was in denial that I actually wanted him. That was until mid sentence when I was attacked....

Attacked in that grabs you and kisses you so hard and furiously, that you think, "When they make the movie of my life, this moment will have its on piece of music"...........

2 years later, and I can't imagine life without this man. He's my best friend, and someone who brings out the best in me. Chris forces me to see in me what he does. And its something no one could ever do....

Posted by: Dani at January 24, 2008 10:04 PM

It's going on 12 years ago that I met my husband in an online chatroom called "Cybercafe"... which eventually turned into a porn site not all that long after we hooked up.

I remember talking for hours on the phone (oh, the bills -- me in Cleveland, him in Chicago), and finally meeting him, sight unseen (the pic of me that I sent reached him, but his didn't reach me in time). I was afraid he wouldn't be anywhere near O'Hare because he had seen my pic (I had weighed approx. 340 lbs at that time), and if he WAS there, I sure as hell didn't know what he looked like -- I only knew what he was wearing.

I also remember feeling strangely calm an at ease. Like it was all meant to be.

Long story, short... he WAS there, he DIDN'T run the other way, and it was like we had known each other all our lives. We "dated" -- you know, the long-distance thing -- for 10 years before getting married in 2006. I can't imagine life without him!

Thanks for asking!

Posted by: ironic1 at January 24, 2008 10:17 PM

Well, I love to marvel at how Jon and I got together, even if it wasn't exactly a hookup....

I had just been broken up with by my first-ever boyfriend, and was really depressed over the loss of the awful four-year monstrosity. I was wearing lots of black and not showering, which Jon thought was hot (no joke). So he started paying attention to me, and as I gradually ascended from my depression, I started flirting with him, culminating in a late-night snow-in at the newspaper office where I flirted and teased and wouldn't let him leave--and poor guy honestly thought I still had a boyfriend and didn't know WHAT to do. Things were eventually straightened out, we started dating, had some amazing chemistry for about a month before things got REALLY serious and I couldn't handle it so I broke up with him and broke his heart and all that.

We didn't talk for a year, and then one of the two of us messaged the other on the computer, we started flirting again, I was thinking maybe I could love this guy and he still had the hots for me... so he broke up with the girl he was seeing and we hooked up in the bumping nasties kind of way ;) I wanted more, he didn't, so I ended it (again) and we were just friends. About a month later, my living plans fell through and we were both looking for a place to live... so you guessed it, we moved in together. Except not as anything more than roommates, no matter how persistently he tried :P Had an incredible year together, were really close but not in a sexual way at all, just really really really good friends, and by the end of that year, I was in another (serious) relationship and he was moving across the country. We kept in touch, and it just happened that he moved back into town about a week after that serious relationship broke up, so we started hanging out again (as friends) and over the course of nearly a year, friends became more and then we started dating and then moved in together and now we're engaged. We have had just about every possible relationship that two people can have and I've loved it all--especially the part that brought us to where we are today :)

Posted by: Angela at January 24, 2008 10:22 PM

Don't have one, has not happened yet. I was in a relationship for 13 years and god pray that will not be my greatest hook up, if it is/was, I am going to be more than a little pissed.

Posted by: at January 25, 2008 2:08 AM

Sweet story. :)
Mine is similar. I too had a psycho roommate, who liked to play dermatologist on herself. eew. Oh yeah, and bring whatever guy she met that night back to our room. I started hanging out in the "smoking/movie" room on the floor below me. I met Brian there. He was engaged to his high school sweetheart at the time. They broke up just before spring break, and we've been together ever since. Brian wanted us to get an apartment together that fall, but I didn't want to. I liked the social atmosphere in the dorm.

I was 17 when we met! I've known him for 21 years, longer than I didn't know him. Man, I'm old.

Posted by: Kris at January 25, 2008 9:12 AM

Ok, you know how, when teens are going off to college, they are WAY FREAKED OUT that they are going to get some crazy roommate that will make them have to sleep with one eye open all year? And how, you know, that fear is totally unfounded because that NEVER HAPPENS?

Yeah, well. You have now officially proven that it DOES happen.

Posted by: Librarian Girl at January 26, 2008 2:32 PM

I'm going to plead the fifth on my greatest hookup! But, I have to say "bumpin' uglies" is one of the funniest phrases EVER!

Posted by: Haley-O at January 26, 2008 11:29 PM