I should have gone to UCK-LA

I met my first girlfriend's father before she and I went on our second date. At the time, he was a 6-foot-3, 300-pound police sergeant. I brought the girl, 15, home from Friendly's, kissed her and said goodbye, and I'm as happy as can be.

The next day, she walks into school and said, "Man, my dad was pissed when I got home." I said, "Really, why? I dropped you off 10 minutes early." Apparently, a button on her shirt was undone. She cooled the guy off, insisting that we "didn't do anything." However, that didn't stop me from nearly pissing myself the next time I paid the man a visit.

 

Eerie. My brother, named Mike, dated a 15-year-old chick with a police sergeant father with similar dimensions. Please tell me her name wasn't Nikki ...

 

That first photo in the gallery in SD is tremendous.

Love the split

 

Oh, my.

 

I remember the very first undie run they ever had at UCLA. It was winter quarter of my junior year. A group of people had gone and passed out flyers in the dorms and posted them in the apartment areas of Westwood. There was only about 50-60 people who ran that very first time, but after the second one the next semester (where about 200-300 people did it) it absolutely exploded. Its estimated that between 6,000 and 7,000 people do it know, and last year it got so big (and the participants were causing so much damage to parked cars) that it was moved on campus.

 

I know Nikki Cox. But no one else by that name.

Mmmm ... Nikki Cox.

 

Ah, and an odd moment becomes a delightful one. I raise my glass to you, Mike.

 

fifth photo down. chick on the far left. she looks very excited to be a part of the run.


edit: for bbam's link: http://laist.com/2007/12/13/ucla_undie_run.php

 

And this was a couple of miles west of UCLA a day or two later: