Beautiful Moments
The best night of my life was spent lying in the bottom of a boat, floating down a river low enough to be under the thin layer of mist gathering at about 3am such that it scudded between me and the stars.
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( , Fri 11 Mar 2005, 9:15)
The best night of my life was spent lying in the bottom of a boat, floating down a river low enough to be under the thin layer of mist gathering at about 3am such that it scudded between me and the stars.
Make us feel all warm and fluffy. Tell us about the most beautiful moments in your life so far.
( , Fri 11 Mar 2005, 9:15)
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After a night round my mates house on the pop, we found ourselves walking to college the next day. On ther lovely two mile walk in, I felt a small twinge in my cackhole. Never mind thinks I, be there in 5 minutes. Unfortunately with each progressing step, the twinges became more regular and paniful, to the point where I was almost leaking. My chum found this somewhat amusing, to the point of poking me in the ribs as I waddled down the road, sweating profusely and cursing the day I ever drank before an early college start. As i finally made it through the doors, I painstakingly jogged, arse cheeks tighter than a jewish accountants coffers, to the awaiting shitters. Gingerly, I eased my trousers down to my knees, lifted the lid and prepared for the worse. However, the worst was indeed the most incredible and beautiful moment of my life. Walking into the classroom, brow dripping and botty aching, my lecturer questioned my lateness. Telling him the reason was the second most beautiful moment of my life.
( , Wed 16 Mar 2005, 23:59, Reply)
After a night round my mates house on the pop, we found ourselves walking to college the next day. On ther lovely two mile walk in, I felt a small twinge in my cackhole. Never mind thinks I, be there in 5 minutes. Unfortunately with each progressing step, the twinges became more regular and paniful, to the point where I was almost leaking. My chum found this somewhat amusing, to the point of poking me in the ribs as I waddled down the road, sweating profusely and cursing the day I ever drank before an early college start. As i finally made it through the doors, I painstakingly jogged, arse cheeks tighter than a jewish accountants coffers, to the awaiting shitters. Gingerly, I eased my trousers down to my knees, lifted the lid and prepared for the worse. However, the worst was indeed the most incredible and beautiful moment of my life. Walking into the classroom, brow dripping and botty aching, my lecturer questioned my lateness. Telling him the reason was the second most beautiful moment of my life.
( , Wed 16 Mar 2005, 23:59, Reply)
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