I got out of the car (with my pants around my ankles) and screamed at the guys.

It was a cold day in January up here in Canada.

My girlfriend at the time was over and we were looking for a place to get "intimate." My room was out because my roommate was there studying. After walking around campus for a while and finding nowhere private (or even semi-private), we decided to call it a night. We were out by her car saying good-bye…

One thing led to another and we ended up in the back seat of her car. Things were progressing nicely when all of a sudden "thump, thump, thump!"

About 10 snowballs pelted either side of the car followed by hysterical laughter. Someone must have noticed the car bouncing and decided to have a little fun. So we stopped and layed low hoping they would leave. About a minute later, another barrage of snowballs collided with the car. I’d had enough.

I got out of the car (with my pants around my ankles) and screamed at the guys. Until my grand entrance, the snowball hurlers (and other onlookers) didn't know who was in the car.

I got a standing ovation in the cafeteria the next day.

Cheers!