mmmmhe sounds special.
vom and cum, what a beautiful combination.
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Thu 20 Nov 2003, 9:41,
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vom and cum, what a beautiful combination.
you have no ideahow bad that sleeping bag smelt. The worst part was that the sleeping bag was really stiff, i assume because of all the dried cum...
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Thu 20 Nov 2003, 9:46,
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stop it!I can imagine... I just really don't want to...
I had a flatmate once (briefly) called Clem. She moved in with us, realised she hated every single one of us (we were lovely really) and the area we lived in, then fucked off to Muswell Hill - but during her brief stay, she had a chap round to stay - think it was her mate's brother - who similarly used to masturbate on the couch into *her* sleeping bag. And that smelled bad enough, but it wasn't during an Australian summer.
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Thu 20 Nov 2003, 9:55,
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I had a flatmate once (briefly) called Clem. She moved in with us, realised she hated every single one of us (we were lovely really) and the area we lived in, then fucked off to Muswell Hill - but during her brief stay, she had a chap round to stay - think it was her mate's brother - who similarly used to masturbate on the couch into *her* sleeping bag. And that smelled bad enough, but it wasn't during an Australian summer.
*blick*it's a bad idea to read this thread whilst eating a Mullerice. It's right put me off it.
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Thu 20 Nov 2003, 15:48,
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My mate was...A Terrible flatmete in halls. He absolutely hated one of his flatemates becuase he kept on using his showergel and shampoo etc, so he started urinating into his own shampoo and just leaving it in the shower for his cunty flatmate to use. He said the trick was not to shake it to mix in the urine, but to gently turn the bottle upside down a few times. He also said he did the same with a bottle of brandy that his flatmate was stealing too. The cranberry.
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Thu 20 Nov 2003, 10:16,
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*blick*it's a bad idea to read this thread whilst simultaneously drinking brandy and washing your hair. It's right put me off it.
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Thu 20 Nov 2003, 17:10,
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ex-boyfriendan ex-boyfriend of mine claimed to do the same thing, only at parties when he decided that he didn't like the hosts. he was my roommate for a while since we lived together briefly, and would compulsively smell his finger after sticking it in his anus. i'm pretty sure he was full of crap on the urination in enemies' personal hygeine products, but he was still a real psychopath, that one...
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Thu 20 Nov 2003, 20:28,
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piddlemaybe this makes ME the housemate from hell, I don't know...
I used to share with a couple of people, whose names are withheld, and you'll see why: a girl, and a foreign student fella, both of whom were 90% ok. (apart from the fella leaving the house overnight when I asked him for the £400 in council tax he owed me... another story.)
The girl decided that she'd quite like to move her new boyfriend in with us, into what was already a crowded house, and let him pay no rent, Council tax or share of bills, as he was having a spot of financial trouble.
He was, (un)fortunately, also a fastidiously clean gentleman, who would occupy the bathroom for upwards of 40 minutes each morning, preventing me from showering, brushing teeth, using the loo.
For 3 months I was late for work on account of this, unless I woke up extra early, and beat the fella to the bathroom. Naturally, I resented having to alter my routine to fit in with that of an uninvited guest. So....
I would ask him, whilst he was running his bath, if he'd mind stepping out of the bathroom so I could pee and clean teeth. Being a decent fella, he obliged. I would clean my teeth, and as a thank you note, pee in his oh-so-precious bath water.
Apparently it's rather good for the skin, but it ain't Calvin Klein bubble bath!
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Fri 21 Nov 2003, 10:07,
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I used to share with a couple of people, whose names are withheld, and you'll see why: a girl, and a foreign student fella, both of whom were 90% ok. (apart from the fella leaving the house overnight when I asked him for the £400 in council tax he owed me... another story.)
The girl decided that she'd quite like to move her new boyfriend in with us, into what was already a crowded house, and let him pay no rent, Council tax or share of bills, as he was having a spot of financial trouble.
He was, (un)fortunately, also a fastidiously clean gentleman, who would occupy the bathroom for upwards of 40 minutes each morning, preventing me from showering, brushing teeth, using the loo.
For 3 months I was late for work on account of this, unless I woke up extra early, and beat the fella to the bathroom. Naturally, I resented having to alter my routine to fit in with that of an uninvited guest. So....
I would ask him, whilst he was running his bath, if he'd mind stepping out of the bathroom so I could pee and clean teeth. Being a decent fella, he obliged. I would clean my teeth, and as a thank you note, pee in his oh-so-precious bath water.
Apparently it's rather good for the skin, but it ain't Calvin Klein bubble bath!