I do. I was at camp, probably 11–12, and one of my bunkmates was the source. We were hystericak with glee, thinking we had discovered a new secret art form.
Well…the one that came to mind right off the bat was a little Johnny joke. He drew a light bulb, but it wasn’t a light bulb. It was his mom, bent over, scrubbing the tub.
My dirty secondary school classmates. I know they were just curious about sex and didn’t know much about its true nature, but the fact that they joked about it all the time bothered me. The first joke they told me was when I was 12. That day the teacher annouced that the date for the test had changed. The class was dishearted and began to beg him not to change. I was among the beggars :p Just then a boy whispered to me: “Tell him you will give him your body if he agree not to change. He can’t refuse”