ShameSome people get off on the exhibitionism, but this was pure lust. I'm not proud, but I did once have sex on Portsmouth beach at 2am in the fog. I got a nasty cold, shingle _everywhere_ and have never, ever gone back to Portsmouth. The shame.
There are things you boast about, and then there's Portsmouth beach... what are you ashamed of having done?
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chthonic, Thu 24 Nov 2005, 17:16)
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Poor little birdyA starling was nicely perched on the telphone cable between our house and next door, singly sweetly away. Until I shot it with an air rifle. The bullet passed through the birds brain from under it's beak. As if this wasn't bad enough, it rotated 180 degrees hanging on to the cable, blood dripping from it's beak onto the floor near me.
Also managed to break a sparrows neck with a home made catapult (elastic bands and old mattress spring). I left it food, it ate and I got the bugger with a stone. I rushed to the garden and tried to revive it. Alas it was not to be. I buried it in the back garden with a few sad words.
The silly thing is I quite like our avian friends!
The shame.
(, Fri 25 Nov 2005, 11:25, Reply)
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