Monday, March 28, 2016

Arrogant NBA Star Asks Coed to Autograph His Box of Condoms



      I made a mistake the other day after attending a professional basketball game in an East Coast city I’m not going to name.  I went to the game with a girlfriend who likes sports—for the sexy athletes, mostly.
      
     To make a long story short, after the final buzzer, my friend slipped past security and headed for the visiting team’s locker room, with me tagging reluctantly along...
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    ...Frankly, I’m a college sophomore majoring in Physics and could care less about the N.B.A. and even less about the players.  But one thing led to another and before I knew it, I was in a luxurious hotel suite with a handsome point guard (whatever that is).
     
    We drank Champagne, listened to music, drank more Champagne and soon wound up in a king-size bed.
     
    I have no one else to blame but me for being too adventurous.  But what really hurts is that after we made love, this point guard handed me a felt pen and the box of condoms that was laying on the night stand—and asked me to autograph it!
     
    That’s right.  He asked me to sign a box of Trojans that was already covered with a dozen other girls’ autographs.

    
    I felt so humiliated I ran out of the room before I could even ask him for taxi fare.

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