
If you'd pinned me to a fence and spun me I'd have been like a Catherine Wheel. Also shivers, hallucinations, and every joint in my body felt arthritic. And my bumhole was somewhat reminiscent of a squashed blood-orange.
( , Fri 11 Jan 2013, 12:21, Reply)

haha - reminds me of the time a mate of mine who is a chronic alcoholic drank white spirit in desparation. Shit just poured out of him, he resorted to cutiing two leg-holes in a bin bag, taping them airtight and wearing this as a shit collector for the rest of the day whilst crying.
( , Fri 11 Jan 2013, 12:28, Reply)