This Memphis police officer incriminated himself by inadvertently broadcasting the entire incident over the police scanner. No word on whether he called for back-up.
These stories are proof that the excitement of getting laid in a public place isn't always worth the minute and a half of pleasure (or, if you're some hot-shot showoff, two minutes). They're also great examples of why we prefer to have sex the old-fashioned way: indoors, on a bed, shades drawn, with just us, our partner, three or four consenting friends, a video camera, an inflatable giraffe, and three gallons of honey.
The school should either expel them immediately or give them both scholarships.
Geez, guys, get a room. Preferably not a classroom.
Remember to always stretch before and after you pursue the person who rightfully asked you to not screw in the park.
She had sex on top of a castle? That's leadership potential if we've ever heard it.
At least he was honest.
Ah, the old my-prostitute-transformed-into-a-barnyard-animal defense. That's Law School 101, Moyo.