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Kevin Allison's True Stories: Public Flashing
A comedy article by Kevin Allison | 07/01/2009 01:50 PM | 1722 views
I have no ass.

I have a lame lack of anything like an ass and it's unsettling.

It's not just that I'm gay. It's not just that guy's asses are what I'm thinking about once every five minutes or so. It's that I come from a lineage of asslessness. Mom, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles. But my Dad is freakish with asslessness. My dad has always been a big man. Fat belly, grizzly beard, big hands, big feet, big everything -- but no ballast. He makes no physiological sense that way. There's all this bigness sitting on a great void. Belts don't keep his pants up. There's nothing for them to rest on.

When I was in junior high, my family couldn't afford to go to Hilton Head where the rest of Cincinnati vacationed. Mom said it was crass to go to Hilton Head. But we discovered an island nearby called Edisto. It was more affordable because tourists hadn't discovered it. But there were a lot of locals around. A few of them were scary. I remember walking down a tree-lined road one day with my little sister and passing a bunch of teenagers listening to a song on a boom box. The lyrics were, "Some n****rs never die, they just smell that way." When we passed, they just glared at us. Creepy.



Good folk of Edisto.


Anyway, one year in Edisto, me, my mom and my dad went to this little restaurant for lunch. It was really crowded and cramped. The three of us got this table right next to this local family, who just looked mean. The parents looked like they drank a lot, permanently scowling. The daughter was about 13 and in a wheelchair. She just looked depressed. Well, my dad's chair was right smack up against hers. He was squeezed against the back of this girl's wheelchair.



Not the roomiest of restaurants.


Right in the middle of the lunch, Dad said, "Boy, it's hot in here!"

Now what happened next will take a little while to explain, but it all happened in a matter of seconds. Dad stands up to take off the sweatshirt he's wearing. So here's the big fat man standing up in the middle of this awkwardly crowded restaurant and I could tell that both Mom and I wanted to tell him, "Just don't lose your balance and topple over into this girl in the wheelchair."

Well, he starts tugging at this sweatshirt he's wearing and when it's about a third of the way up his belly, it grips onto the t-shirt he's wearing underneath. He's oblivious to the fact that he's taking his t-shirt off along with the sweatshirt. Now his big, bulbous belly is sticking out right there in the face of this girl in the wheelchair.

"Paul, hold on!" Mom said.

"Carol, dammit, just let me take off my damn sweatshirt!"

But now the tangle of clothing and arms had gotten stuck. Dad was fixed in a knot with his arms raised around his head and he was virtually blindfolded. He was exposing his belly and thrashing left and right in a struggle to wriggle the sweatshirt off. People were watching. Had he lost his mind? Was he devouring his wardrobe?

The man at the next table lept to his feet. His face said, "What the Frost is this pervert doing?"

So I said, "Uh ... Dad, everything okay?"

"Yes, dammit! It's just this damn sweatshirt!"

Dad gave one more big thrust and the sweatshirt and the t-shirt came off. He was bare chested -- this fat man in the middle of the restaurant. And that is when -- because he has no ass -- his shorts hit the floor.



Jacket not required.


Within seconds, to everyone's surprise including his own, my father had stripped to his underwear in a crowded restaurant. And he hated to throw away underwear. As much as mom would try to get rid of old pairs, he'd always have some over-stretched, pee-stained, holey briefs from the mid-70s. That was his outfit.

The man at the next table yelled, "Hey!" just as Dad was registering what happened. Like lightning, faster than I've ever seen him move before, Dad yanked the shorts back up and the T-shirt back on and without looking at the man, my mom or myself, he plunged back into his seat and started back on his sandwich. The man at the next table looked at my mom and me and clearly thought, "Oh, Frost it. Crazy northerners."

The three of us went back to our lunch. We didn't want to attract any more attention. But within a second or two, the whole restaurant was staring at us once again, just sitting there crying. It was that kind of laughter where your face starts leaking.



Do you have a "Public Flashing" story -- either accidental or on purpose? Submit it as a ZUG Article and title it "Public Flashing: _____________." You might be invited to contribute to my upcoming podcast of dangerous stories, daringly told called RISK! The first season of RISK! will include Mike Birbiglia, Marc Maron, Michael Ian Black, Chuck Klosterman, Margaret Cho, Michael Showalter, Kristen Schaal, Rob Sheffield, David Wain, Janeane Garofalo and more. Click here to submit your story!

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11 Comments (Funniest: Jeff Haynes,Professor Nutbutter,John Hargrave)

Hilarious 10 votes 4.4 /live?func=new_user&msgid=1830850
John Hargrave
07/01/2009 01:56 PM

Awesome.

I once was taking a bus full of people on a beer-fueled tour of Boston, and as we were driving down Boston's swanky Newbury Street, one of the women pulled off her top and pressed her large and attractive breasts against the window.

This was the middle of the afternoon, so there were diners seated at an outdoor cafe, and I remember vividly one young couple. The man calmly stared at the breasts, slowly chewing his food. His girlfriend looked at the breasts, looked back at him angrily, looked back at the breasts, looked at him looking at the breasts, then realized there was nothing she could do. It was a small but priceless moment.

Some people, apparently, you just can't take anywhere!



Funny 4 votes 3.5 /live?func=new_user&msgid=1830853
Whistler P. McManus
07/01/2009 02:33 PM

John fails to mention that at the same time the lovely breasts were displayed from one side of the bus, a large, hairy man ass was hanging out one of the windows on the other side.

For the record, I was on the breast side of that bus.



Great article by Mr. Allison. I hate to click the submissions made by people who only write articles and don't GAB participate in ZuG Live (see how awkward that was, Jeff), but this one really deserved it.



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Hairy Nipples
07/01/2009 05:49 PM

Great article. It's not very often I'll read something more than once knowing I'll get another laugh out of it.



Hilarious 6 votes 4.5 /live?func=new_user&msgid=1830889
Professor Nutbutter
07/01/2009 07:31 PM

I hate to click the submissions made by people who only write articles and don't GAB participate in ZuG Live

Articles are posted on Live. Articles are (usually) funny. Funny is what we want on Live. Articles also generate humorous comments and drive traffic to the site (moreso than just Live threads), which attracts Live members, which contributes to the overall funny.

If anything, you should be encouraging good article writers by clicking on them and providing feedback. This encourages them to write more, which benifits everyone in the long run.

Or do you just want to keep clicking on throw-away boob posts from GENERIC UNFUNNY LIVE MEMBER?

Content is what brings people to websites. Humans have known this since about 1994. You should be encouraging content. Good content.

I love you Whistler, but I will kick your fife-playing, head-elf-from-the-Rudolph-special beard-sportin' ass if I have to.

The more you know...



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Ali_Legend
07/01/2009 09:04 PM

Has anyone seen that vid where a guy throws a hammer at a naked kid?

Maybe I made it up...



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Whistler P. McManus
07/02/2009 02:21 AM

Boob posts? Did I miss some boob posts?


And by the way, Nutbutter, I look more like Santa himself these days.



Side-splitting 1 votes 5.0 /live?func=new_user&msgid=1830932
Jeff Haynes
07/02/2009 11:20 AM

Cool -- I still know how to make people feel awkward. It's a God-given talent, I tell you.

Damn funny story.



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Mr Crabs
07/02/2009 02:31 PM

Very well told story. I think I peed a little, I was laughing so hard (kinda embarrassing at work). Where did you find those pictures? Is that Whistler climbing the stairs?



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Mr Crabs
07/02/2009 02:44 PM

Years ago my uncle was driving blissfully down the interstate when he was pulled over by a cop for speeding. My uncle was a short man with a pot belly who found it much more comfortable to drive if his pants were undone and his considerable girth unleashed. Thinking quickly he leaped out of his car so as to "get the psychological advantage" of looking down at the cop in his car rather than the other way around. Of course as soon as he exited the car his pants fell down around his ankles. Needless to say, he lost any imagined advantage and was lucky not to have been shot on the spot. The cop thought that it was funny enough that my uncle got away with just a warning and a family legend was born.



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Chix is in da house
07/02/2009 03:28 PM

I was down at the public park throwing a line and I caught this honking smallmouth right in front of everyone.



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Chix is in da house
07/03/2009 12:27 PM

Man. I thought it was good in a Suzanne Rozanna Dana way.


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