Dirty flatmatesOne guy I shared with in Tottenham used to wank in the sink - kitchen or bathroom, depending on availability. He was quite open about this. Another used to shit in the shower when drunk, purely because the toilet - a good foot away - was 'Too far'. Both sound blokes, though.
I moved to a house in Enfield. Where I found myself sharing with a fucking brute of a Greek who used to make werid manky food and leave it to rot all over the kitchen. She also made a habit of bringing back a different OAP (or what looked like OAPs) every weekend and fucking them silly, all the while making ridiculously overstated orgasmic noises. Bizarrely, we never saw any of them leave her room afterwards. Oh, and she used to talk to her other Greek friends in a really high-pitched nasal whining noise that didn't resemble anything like normal speech. The bitch.
(I moved to a house in Enfield. Where I found myself sharing with a fucking brute of a Greek who used to make werid manky food and leave it to rot all over the kitchen. She also made a habit of bringing back a different OAP (or what looked like OAPs) every weekend and fucking them silly, all the while making ridiculously overstated orgasmic noises. Bizarrely, we never saw any of them leave her room afterwards. Oh, and she used to talk to her other Greek friends in a really high-pitched nasal whining noise that didn't resemble anything like normal speech. The bitch.
Neth,
Mon 17 Nov 2003, 16:06,
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I know which uniyou mean...I was there for four years a while back. You do get some freaky freakishness up that neck of the woods. In my first year I had to spend my first 6 weeks living with some old hag oop in the town. After finding her vaginal douche on the side of the bath one evening, I quickly made my excuses and moved into halls.
I got put into a flat with 6 female, irish nursing students. Christmas had come early...or so I though.
Something happens to Irish girls at uni...well the ones I met anyway. The could drink more than my Uncle Harry. They smoked more than than a suicide bomber. They swore more than a Grimsby fishwife.
Actually I fitted in really well....ignore me, it must be the crack.
(I got put into a flat with 6 female, irish nursing students. Christmas had come early...or so I though.
Something happens to Irish girls at uni...well the ones I met anyway. The could drink more than my Uncle Harry. They smoked more than than a suicide bomber. They swore more than a Grimsby fishwife.
Actually I fitted in really well....ignore me, it must be the crack.
Beejay Proper old bastard,
Wed 19 Nov 2003, 9:56,
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