now that's my kind of thing!where i used to live, there were lifts that the teenagers loved playing in. on this particular day, 2 girls were going up and down, stopping at every floor. i hitched my skirt up over my knockers, backcombed my hair, grabbed my massive butcher knife and pressed the lift button.
then i hid.
the lift stopped at my floor but, as they'd already pressed all the buttons, they were expecting it to stop. what they weren't expecting was for me to jump out just as the door was closing, brandishing my knife at them and making hideous noises.
they screamed, they ran, i laughed so much a bit of wee came out.
(then i hid.
the lift stopped at my floor but, as they'd already pressed all the buttons, they were expecting it to stop. what they weren't expecting was for me to jump out just as the door was closing, brandishing my knife at them and making hideous noises.
they screamed, they ran, i laughed so much a bit of wee came out.
Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet,
Fri 19 Jun 2009, 15:21,
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