Wanking Disasters Part II
Despite the warnings contained in our previous question on The Act of Onan, you all still appear to be masturbating like monkeys in a zoo. Tell us your stories of jerking the gherkin and double-clicking the mouse.
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( , Thu 17 Feb 2011, 12:22)
Despite the warnings contained in our previous question on The Act of Onan, you all still appear to be masturbating like monkeys in a zoo. Tell us your stories of jerking the gherkin and double-clicking the mouse.
Suggested by Mrs Entity and DaveExclamationMark, voted for by YOU
( , Thu 17 Feb 2011, 12:22)
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Rememberance Sunday
In my mispent youth I felt the urge to put something back to the community and was an upstanding member of the Special Constabulary. Each year I used to police the Rememberance Sunday parades. I quite liked the old codgers, my grandad used to drop bombs on the hun, and I suppose I felt a bit of an affinity and gratitude.
One such year, I had just finished escorting the British Legion parade to the local church and was chatting up a fit WPC as I recall when we got a call to the same church for a 'disturbance' which was a bit of a turn up as most of them were in their eighties and pretty immobile.
I opened the door and looked down the isle. There was definitely a bit of a kerfuffle going on, packed with people but I couldn't see what was happening. I made my way to the front, still not being able to see what was happening, when a rather large lady in front of me in a beautiful pink dress and hat let out a yelp and span around to reveal a lovely splash line running from her waist across her ample if somewhat droopy breasts and across her overly powdered face.
Still with no idea whatsoever what was going on I looked past her to see one of the old boys in full medal regalia, immaculate pressed white pants around his ankles, cock in hand and giving me his best Fred Scuttle/Benny Hill salute. All he simply said was "I have been a very naughty boy haven't I officer" as I led him away.....
That's dementia for you.
( , Thu 17 Feb 2011, 20:32, 4 replies)
In my mispent youth I felt the urge to put something back to the community and was an upstanding member of the Special Constabulary. Each year I used to police the Rememberance Sunday parades. I quite liked the old codgers, my grandad used to drop bombs on the hun, and I suppose I felt a bit of an affinity and gratitude.
One such year, I had just finished escorting the British Legion parade to the local church and was chatting up a fit WPC as I recall when we got a call to the same church for a 'disturbance' which was a bit of a turn up as most of them were in their eighties and pretty immobile.
I opened the door and looked down the isle. There was definitely a bit of a kerfuffle going on, packed with people but I couldn't see what was happening. I made my way to the front, still not being able to see what was happening, when a rather large lady in front of me in a beautiful pink dress and hat let out a yelp and span around to reveal a lovely splash line running from her waist across her ample if somewhat droopy breasts and across her overly powdered face.
Still with no idea whatsoever what was going on I looked past her to see one of the old boys in full medal regalia, immaculate pressed white pants around his ankles, cock in hand and giving me his best Fred Scuttle/Benny Hill salute. All he simply said was "I have been a very naughty boy haven't I officer" as I led him away.....
That's dementia for you.
( , Thu 17 Feb 2011, 20:32, 4 replies)
knowing a fair few olds, know how dementia varies between cases.
if this is true (and i reckon it's a fair bet!) then yeah, dementia (or pretending?) got that guy out of a spot of bother!!!
dorty ahrld feckah!
gets a click from me!
( , Thu 17 Feb 2011, 22:45, closed)
if this is true (and i reckon it's a fair bet!) then yeah, dementia (or pretending?) got that guy out of a spot of bother!!!
dorty ahrld feckah!
gets a click from me!
( , Thu 17 Feb 2011, 22:45, closed)
It's true....
There's a local mental hospital in that town as well so I am not sure if that played a part of it.
Apparently the old boy does it every year without fail, but only on that particular day for some reason.
Wierd. yet charmingly funny.
( , Fri 18 Feb 2011, 10:26, closed)
There's a local mental hospital in that town as well so I am not sure if that played a part of it.
Apparently the old boy does it every year without fail, but only on that particular day for some reason.
Wierd. yet charmingly funny.
( , Fri 18 Feb 2011, 10:26, closed)
He does it on Remembrance day, because that's when he remembers to do it.
( , Fri 18 Feb 2011, 11:30, closed)
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