So a little back story first. So me and a couple of my friends in high school were pretty good story tellers. We knew how to draw a crowd in to our stories and knew when to give that all important punch line. I'm not quite sure who or when exactly we started to tell stories in a way about to tell you about but my guess is sometime shortly after high school graduation. I'm sure my buddies are going to read this and correct me.

So whoever first told this story started the story something like this: "No shit there i was... knee deep in the thick of crabs and trees... (not quite sure what the hell that was but it sure sounded good). Well, enjoying that beginning and thinking how exciting the story escalated we started to tell all our stories in this manner...

I am drinking at a bar and quite heavily mind you. My friends are enjoying their brewskies and are all enjoying our game of pool. After several bud lights, duty calls. Must drain...

I am at the urinal and doing my business. My friend Anthony walks in and starts doing what he does. We start talking cause that's what guys do right? (not) Shortly after another guy walks in. Of course I was the first so me being me I like messing with people I choose the middle stall. Anthony chooses the one to my left. He's OK with standing next to me cause he likes looking at guys. The other guy chooses the last option and take the one on my right.

I turn toward Anthony: "no shit there I was...  Last Friday I was at this bar, right? and there was this pretty good looking chick and she was eye f**king me like mad. So I'm into this chick cause shes into me. We start talking and find out that this chick is all about what I'm all about... I'm hitting it off with this chick. So we go back to my place and start getting it on a little bit. So we are in my bed and and I need to be inside this chick.... (long pause) you never would have guessed what happened next...."

I then immediately walked out of the bathroom...

Now mind you I think both Anthony and the dude next to me stopped peeing a while a go and were listening to my story...

I could feel the strange look coming from both them from behind me as i walked out of the bathroom.

So Anthony comes back and was laughing his ass off because he knew what i just did. A masterpiece.

About a hour or two later. Im at the bar and getting my like twelfth beer and this guy walks up to me and asks "so was she a guy?" a little startled at this cause I almost forgot what i did an hour ago.

Funny thing was this guy wasnt in the bathroom at all. My response to him " what do you think?"

"I knew it" and turned and walked away.

(This is a true story and I did tell this fictional story in the bathroom. Sorry I didnt get it on with a transvestite though)