Ok, you asked for it! We can post our bad girl stories here.

I guess that leaves me out b/c I'm SUCH a good girl honest.

haha, well i snuck 2 potato chips for a total of 2 carbs today.

Oh, we're not talking food here! This is real bad girl stuff.

And since you already know about naked hot tubbing and such, I think it's someone else's turn to fess up!

Oooh look at you girls trying to dig up dirt.

You know, back in the day when I was MUCH thinner.... I did take advantage of my summertime job that came with a master key to the college and threw a NAKED pool party. That got a little out of hand, but boy was it fun.

Aw, I'll start it.

Several years ago, my Nathan and I were out galavanting around at some gay clubs when he decided that he wanted to freak me out, so he took me to a male strip club. They guys just stripped down to their g-strings, so it really wasn't a big deal.

Since I didn't react as planned, Nathan and some other friends took me to another male strip club just down the street where the guys strip to their shoes. Still not impressive, but I did learn some interesting ways to pick up a dollar bill

Anyway, while we were at this second place, my darling Nathan realizes that he's got little holes in his jeans by his back pockets. So he keeps running over to me to point it out. I kept poking him in the butt through the rips which led to jokes about "butt holes".

After an hour of this, the holes were getting bigger and the game was getting old, so I just grabbed and pulled and ripped one of the pockets halfway off. The next thing I know, two of the strippers are right there with sissors so we cut out his back pockets. It was hysterical and made that much funnier by the fact that the boy wasn't wearing underwear! So we spent the rest of the night dancing around with his little bare butt hanging out.

We each kept a pocket. One year we had them framed and exchanged them as Christmas presents.

Wa-hooo! Shimma!

You got one in while I was writing my book

Back in the day, I played strip Monopoly. I don't even remember what the rules were (Alcohol had clouded my judgment, but they made sense at the time... I think.). All I remember is that I must have "won" because I just had my shirt off, but the boys were buck-naked! Woohoo!

come on, Jane!

Ok this one isn't soooooo bad.. but
It was my 21st birthday and I was crawling home from the bar. Yes literally crawling! I lived one block away and only had to cut through the police station parking lot to get home. So there I am on all fours in the middle of this parking lot when a kind policemen (getting off from duty) walked over to me and asked if I needed help. I looked up at him and said "no I only live right there".. I gave a point and preceded to vomit all over his feet. Did I mention this guy was HOT?
Well he laughed and I was surprised I wasn't arrested, he helped me up and walked me home, I told him to come in so I could clean off his shoes for him and well one thing led to another and....... he ended up staying the night
Yes thats right, I woke up safe and sound in my bathtub and walked out to find him sleeping on my couch. Talk about an awkward moment!
There was a knock at my door so I go answer it.. it was my husband (we were seperated for a couple months at the time) So there I stand all half dressed, scraggly looking standing in the door and (having heard the storys of my husband from the night before and looking a little rough around the edges himself) "Officer Friendly" walked up behind me, gave me a big ole smooch on the cheek and said "I'll call you later hon" Nothing happened between us but the look on my "now ex's" face was unforgetable. We remained friends for years afterwards until he met a gal of his own and moved away to Vermont.

OMG that's priceless!

Ok.. Ive got one along the lines of Trazzie's...

Im a New Year's baby, so Celebrating my B-day was hard to do since no one is usually around on a college campus at that time! So My sorority sisters (And boy can I tell some GOOD Sorority stories) decided to take me out for my 21st birhtday on the Friday before the Spring session started.

After roaming from Bar to Bar drinking concoctions from Long Island Ice teas to Screaming Orgasms (all in 24 oz cups) I was feeling pretty happy. A good friend of ours from the fraternity across the street decided to buy me one last drink. (Key word here is "friend") Granted.. I dont remember this at all.. to this day... well, the sisters left me in his capable hands. I was quite drunk, blacking out and he wasnt sure what to do with me. So he took me back to his apartment where I proceded to throw for hours I guess ! He stuck me in his bed and slept on the couch! THe next morning (ok it was afternoon by the time I crawled out) I tried to sneak out because I knew he had a roomate that I hadnt met yet.. and low and behold.. the roomate is standing in the kitchen making breakfast chatting with my friend(Jeff is the friend). After making sure I was OK, Jeff let me wander the one block to my sorority house! WHere of course they procedded to prod me and to this day still dont believe that nothing happened. (Jeff has a reputation!)

Well, Monday comes and classes start.. all is fine but I am hoping to never see that roommate again cause I am feeling foolish and he was damn cute! ( sorry gals) So far so good. Tuesday, I walk into my accounting class.. and who is there you ask.. THE ROOMMATE! He gives me this stupid grin (He's sitting in th front row) and I slink to about the 2nd to the last seat in the corner... thouroghly mortified that I have to spend the entire semster with him in that class!

To make this long story short, he caught me after class to harass me about the carpets... but over the course of the semester we became pretty good friends....

That was 1988.. and now 16 years later, David, the roommate, And I have been married almost 14 years!

But I still get harassed about the carpets..

OMG How cute!

Oh Wow!!!

Ok....On my friends (high school) 18th birthday her dad decided to hire her a stripper and supply us with alcohol (should I mention at the time I was 17??). Well, let's just say the stripper wasn't as good as he thought he was at stripping. Well, even drunk he wasn't good at stripping (notice I'm specifying what he's not good at so as not to let you assume anything happened). So he decides that he's gonna give us kisses. So my friend goes at it w/him--kissing that is. Then he does a few more stupid moves and tries to kiss me. Well, I did warn him not to try. So when he tried french kissing me I bit his tongue Now if he'd have been hot and good stripper to boot? Things would have been different