In a big case of the "Ewwwww!"s, a 21 year-old woman fell asleep on a flight from Dallas to LA only to wake up and find a man masturbating beside her... and that's not the worst part. In embarrassment she turned to face the window and nervously ran her hand through her hair and found "a substantial amount of an extremely sticky substance in her hair".

Man, people are weird (him, not her). I assume his application into the ^{mile high club} will be rejected since I don't think flying solo qualifies. The conclusion: he was arrested. She's suing American Airlines. In other words, more of the same for America. And if this post made you squeamish, first my apologies, second the Globe & Mail has an article on everyday language pushing the envelope. I'm just trying to do my part.

But that's not what this is about ... although the following video vaguely reminded me of those days.

Ok, it ain't disrobics, but it sure is close. And how come I never saw this class when I joined GoodLife?! The models really don't look like they're enjoying themselves ... or are all that co-ordinated.

I think I know where Eric Prydz got his inspiration now (which I had the pleasure of seeing way too many time working out at 7:00 at the aforementioned bordello of grunting and sweating).

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All the images after the jump come from Vintage Adult Paperbacks. They are all sold out already, alas. There are hundreds of sleazy paperbacks on that site, and each book has a more hilarious and ridiculous title than the next.

"While fraternity members were eating in the dining room, a woman entered the house's living room, took off her clothes and started masturbating, said LSA junior Dan Nye, the president of the Washtenaw Avenue fraternity...

...Fraternity members asked the woman to leave the house, but she refused and continued masturbating for about half an hour, Nye said...

...She walked out of the front door wearing only a thigh-length black coat after a fraternity member called the police, Nye said. When police arrived minutes later, the woman had already left."

Michigan Daily News through YesButNoButYes

Personally, I have never been so drunk as to forget where I was or how I spent the night, so I cannot relate. As to whether it can happen, let's ask Alice:

Dear Reader,

Yes, indeed. Blackouts, defined as periods of amnesia (memory loss), are caused when alcohol consumption levels prevent the formation of memories in the brain. These levels vary from person to person, and the time frame of these memory lapses is not always marked by visible altered states of consciousness. For example, you and your friends could go to a bar tonight, have some drinks, and talk about politics. But tomorrow, when your friends recall in detail the previous evening's discourse, you may not recall the actual conversation even though you were a full and competent participant. This point is important because blackouts are often confused with passing out, which does constitute a change in consciousness.

Blackouts are common among alcohol abusers and can be a warning sign to drinkers and their friends that alcohol-related problems exist. Blackouts are also considered an early high-risk indicator of alcoholism. For problem and healthy drinkers alike, blackouts are often troubling or traumatic when serious and typically unforgettable occurrences are impossible to remember, such as... I don't recall slapping her! You're kidding, I took my pants off and danced on the bar? Did I have sex with that guy last night?... Or even, was he wearing a condom? It can be pretty sobering to realize that, in the end, we are responsible for our actions, whether we remember them or not. It's too bad when we forget, for life, really pleasurable things like a party, meeting new people, or intimate moments of sexual pleasure.

So there we have it. Apparently it is all too possible to be so drunk as to have no memory and be able to successfully have a romp in the sack. Score one for realism. As to whether it would all come rushing back... well, score one for dramatic license, I guess.