
So, this e-mail does exactly what it says on the tin...
I once lived in Earlsfield with this crazy Shropshire Aristo part-time teacher bird. Oh, and with her fat, unsightly thirty-something teeth-braced boyfriend. Yes, she forgot to tell me about him in her garbled, inbred-inspired sentences too. Anyway, the posh ginger trollop used to start humping the pearly-white-challenged, Bearded, Oft-Spotted Putney flanker at 2am every shagging night. Literally folks.
Not usually THAT annoying, but for this Star-Crossed pair of mismatched tits to start groaning and heaving in the early hours- well it was like my worst nightmare made flesh. In his fat-arsed case, multiple flab loads of it.
However, the gross couple always climaxed with some hint of S & M, or her taking it painfully up the root canal, metaphorically speaking.
'Dave! No Dave! Dave! That hurts! EEEARRGHHH!' she'd scream like a desperate talking horse. Ergo, she'd storm out of the bedroom, slam her bathroom door until it almost came off the hinges (most likely like her) and then use all the available bog roll to clean (?) her bits? So when I arose a few hours later I would have to use my middle finger to clean my unmentionable ring of fire. And the perverse pair used to drink all my milk.
Eee! By gum- the good ol' days!!!
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Wed 19 Nov 2003, 13:31,
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I once lived in Earlsfield with this crazy Shropshire Aristo part-time teacher bird. Oh, and with her fat, unsightly thirty-something teeth-braced boyfriend. Yes, she forgot to tell me about him in her garbled, inbred-inspired sentences too. Anyway, the posh ginger trollop used to start humping the pearly-white-challenged, Bearded, Oft-Spotted Putney flanker at 2am every shagging night. Literally folks.
Not usually THAT annoying, but for this Star-Crossed pair of mismatched tits to start groaning and heaving in the early hours- well it was like my worst nightmare made flesh. In his fat-arsed case, multiple flab loads of it.
However, the gross couple always climaxed with some hint of S & M, or her taking it painfully up the root canal, metaphorically speaking.
'Dave! No Dave! Dave! That hurts! EEEARRGHHH!' she'd scream like a desperate talking horse. Ergo, she'd storm out of the bedroom, slam her bathroom door until it almost came off the hinges (most likely like her) and then use all the available bog roll to clean (?) her bits? So when I arose a few hours later I would have to use my middle finger to clean my unmentionable ring of fire. And the perverse pair used to drink all my milk.
Eee! By gum- the good ol' days!!!

i think you seem quite sweet, in a needy way
[edit] that story's a bit good. someone ought to move it for him, if such a thing is possible
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Wed 19 Nov 2003, 13:33,
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[edit] that story's a bit good. someone ought to move it for him, if such a thing is possible

i just realised later when i saw it was the plural after astantine's post.
damn swine
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Wed 19 Nov 2003, 13:48,
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damn swine

b) BRING ME MY COFFEE
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Wed 19 Nov 2003, 13:34,
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say to you behind your back?
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Wed 19 Nov 2003, 13:36,
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you're wonderful, not like that big gay Monkeymanblue, who smells of pigs.
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Wed 19 Nov 2003, 13:37,
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You can see the wires. It's all done with smoke and mirrors
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Wed 19 Nov 2003, 13:36,
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b) it's not really him
d) it's not really him
7) it's not really him
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Wed 19 Nov 2003, 13:42,
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d) it's not really him
7) it's not really him

stick that on to this thread otherwise it probably won't get seen by The Relevant People.
An excellent phrase "she'd scream like a desperate talking horse" though :)
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Wed 19 Nov 2003, 13:35,
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An excellent phrase "she'd scream like a desperate talking horse" though :)