
Just yesterday, I crawled under my beautiful colleague's desk and waited for her to return from lunch. I was a bit peckish myself and started chewing my way round a corn on the cob.
I should have remembered that corn on the cob makes me shout 'shove it up her cunt' really loudly for some reason, and also makes me thrust the said corn in a shoving manner.
Imagine my surprise when, instead of my beautiful colleague, it was knickerless hound Paris Hilton who came back from lunch. Imagine her surprise when she got a corncob up her cunt with a loudly shouted commentary.
Unfortunately, my beautiful colleague arrived back at just that point. I guess there went my chances at the christmas party.
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Tue 12 Aug 2008, 14:27,
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I should have remembered that corn on the cob makes me shout 'shove it up her cunt' really loudly for some reason, and also makes me thrust the said corn in a shoving manner.
Imagine my surprise when, instead of my beautiful colleague, it was knickerless hound Paris Hilton who came back from lunch. Imagine her surprise when she got a corncob up her cunt with a loudly shouted commentary.
Unfortunately, my beautiful colleague arrived back at just that point. I guess there went my chances at the christmas party.

when you've got a cobb, be careful where and when you ram it into something
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Tue 12 Aug 2008, 14:29,
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