I remember two instances that gave me a good chuckle.
At leavers (Aussie spring break basically) I hooked up with an Indian girl and we went back to party at my place. I was sharing a house with 7 friends and it turned into a non-stop party house for the whole week, point being it was very loud and you could hear everything going on. After I had done the deed with her we lay in my bed to sleep, I could hear some people looking for weed which I had and not long after my mate Mitch burst in to get me, saw what was going on, stepped outside the and shut the door and shout "HES BUSY loving SOME INDIAN SLUT" and I struggled the hardest I've ever struggled to not burst into laughter while I was still wrapped around this chick. I ended up somehow getting to her place the same night and then getting kicked out of there by her housemates because their bond said no bringing boys back, annoyingly she came back to mine with me and I was getting really over it by then.
The other event made me pause mid loveytime to question life.
I met a girl at a beach party and took the crew back to my place to keep going, after a while of bumping uglies she wrapped her hands around the back of my head and shouted "make me see stars!" and for the next minute and a half my mind was running around in circles as I was mentally laughing at how gay the girl I was currently having love with was.
