That's a Stain in the Hole

One day me and my friend (we will call him Mark P, or better yet M. Pohutsky) were in my friend's house that I was sitting. The house owner's only rule was don't let that "Mark punk" in the house. Well I broke that. We were drinking vodka and gin straight from the bottles in their liquor cabinet. Being 14 at the time we got quite drunk. We wandered off to the neighborhood pool. We decided it would be funnier to go in the water wearing our clothes. Well Mark and I run and jump in the pool. We are soon kicked out and asked to leave. I wasn't about to walk home in soaking wet clothes. So I ventured to the lost and found and took a shirt and a pair of swim-team sweat pants. I wear them around and they are real comfortable. I look on the inside waist and it has a name on it. I recognize the name; it was this younger girl I knew, who when she gets older turns out to be a knock out. Well I laugh it off and go about my business. I throw a party at the same house that night, get even drunker. When I wake I the next morning I look at the pants. I notice a stain in the crotch area. At closer inspection I discover the stain to be that of a pubescent menstrual function. Shocked and horrified I immediately hide them in my friend's younger brother's dresser (hoping for him to wear them). Turns out the girl had had her first period in the pants, and was embarrassed so she discarded them in the lost at the pool. And, unfortunately for her reputation, were found and worn by me.

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