I once witnessed my best friend savaged near to death by a flock of rampant killer sheep.
It's a kill-or-be-killed world out there and poor Steve Irwin never made it back alive. Tell us your tales of survival.
(, Thu 24 Apr 2008, 14:45)
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Went for a wee when out camping. Just putting the old fellow away again when I got an almighty pain on the end. Assuming I'd zipped up my fly without due care and attention, I carefully unzipped it and had a look. What should I see but an enormous black beetle, chomping away on the end of my cock looking like a big cycling helmet.
'AAAARGH!', I say succinctly, brushing the fucker off. And then I searched for it for it the grass and couldn't even find it to stamp on.
Had to go straight off for a wank to make sure everything was still working properly.
(, Mon 28 Apr 2008, 9:45, closed)
Nothing to do with the story, but I didn't want to post a link in the main qotw board. For anyone that has never read the classic thread on the dogs and the elk... tabletalk.salon.com/webx?14@@.ee90352/1317
(, Mon 28 Apr 2008, 9:51, )
because I was so aroused by the beetle.
Had to be done. :D
(, Mon 28 Apr 2008, 11:36, )
I have to admit, it was a pretty sexy beetle. Much more John than Ringo
(, Tue 29 Apr 2008, 9:37, )
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