Most Unusual Place

My friend Leigh links to a site that tries to offer proof of the claim that a contestant “in response to a question from host Bob Eubanks about the ‘most unusual place you’ve ever made whoopee,’ a female Newlywed Game contestant responded, ‘That would be up the butt, Bob.’” I haven’t done the butt thing (and probably never will), but this got me thinking about the my most unusual place. Hands down, it would have to be at the Harlan Hatcher Graduate Library at the University of Michigan. Event occurred during exam period second semester junior year. One Sunday afternoon, my boyfriend and I were in small study rooms adjacent to each other, and as the dividing wall didn’t go all the we up, we starting passing notes back and forth. I’m not sure which one of us make the suggestion, but we were both stressed and needed some sort of release. So after hanging our jackets over the windows we made whoopee. Despite our best efforts to be quiet, we weren’t very successful and I’m sure many around us wondered what the heck was going on. So after the act was complete, we ran out of the library laughing our heads off and went straight to Taco Bell. Thank goodness we never got caught. I’m sure campus police would have arrested us for indecent conduct. Later that summer we did get busted by camping police after parking in a van for way too long a period. Thankfully we didn’t get arrested but I vowed never to do that again.

4 Comments
  1. Whoopee. Taco Bell. Why am I thinking of a joke told by Bette Midler?

  2. By the way, if you scroll down on that page I link to, they actually have a video clip of the incident in question. The offending words are bleeped out, but it’s pretty clear that’s what’s said.

  3. Oddest place? In the park on his spread-out jacket – or on the hood of my car at a July 4 bonfire. Good times.

  4. Oddest place was in my Chevy Shitvette. I was driving and, ahem, someone else was shifting. We were returning to Casper from a place called Hells Half Acre and I was definitely hell on wheels. The only other time I did something as dangerous was when I enjoyed a pizza while driving through Colorado’s Glenwood Canyon.
    I see a pattern here: Both incidents involved eating.

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