Wow, we had a
contest at a summer theater camp once. The
bet was to abstain from the act of self inflicted orgasm for the month. We were there for a while, and when it was all over, no one
payed up at all.
Nobody admitted to losing, and nobody tryed to
claim the money. It's kinda
humorous, because everybody just
knew, in a subconscious
sense somewhere, that nobody could possibly have made it through that month without
releasing stress somehow. None of us wanted to
embarass each other at the time, I guess, so we all just went our
seperate ways.
But the next month, when we had first reunion, everyone told their tales of how they succumbed to the urge within the first week, or the first two weeks. I actually made it three. I dunno, but being displaced into a new home made it kind of weird to do in the first place. So I didn't even think about it. Then I woke up one morning and something in the back of my head was like, "Hey! You know what you should do today?" I didn't even think about the bet. Because I already knew that we'd all lost.