Body Mods
This week we hand the honours over to DippyFi, who asks:
"Got your girlfriend stuck on your Prince Albert? Had an argument with your tattoo artist mid-tattoo? Piercing mysteriously dissolved the cartilege in your ear? Or worse: decided to pierce yourself while you were drunk? Go on, I wanna hear all the gory details!"
The closest I've got to body piercing was when a friend stuck a sodding gardening fork through my right hand. It wasn't a good look to be honest.
( , Thu 30 Nov 2006, 23:02)
This week we hand the honours over to DippyFi, who asks:
"Got your girlfriend stuck on your Prince Albert? Had an argument with your tattoo artist mid-tattoo? Piercing mysteriously dissolved the cartilege in your ear? Or worse: decided to pierce yourself while you were drunk? Go on, I wanna hear all the gory details!"
The closest I've got to body piercing was when a friend stuck a sodding gardening fork through my right hand. It wasn't a good look to be honest.
( , Thu 30 Nov 2006, 23:02)
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A frank and refreshingly honest if somewhat gauche description...
Several years ago my beau and his ol' china plate Dan found themselves in Soho, riding high on giddy post-gig euphoria. Stumbling into a cheap and nasty alehouse they bought themselves a tiddlywink each and meandered to the back bar. There, sat on a bar stool was a craggy blonde of advancing years, in a shortshort mini-skirt and cheap heels, legs mapped with deep varicose veins. Dan promptly went for a wizz, leaving my boyfriend alone with the car crash, who looked him in the eye and awkwardly smiled. She then proceeded to slowly part her wobbly legs to reveal her penchant for going commando as well as the word
"COCK" tattooed on her inner right thigh
and
"PIT" on her left.
There were little arrows too, accompanying the text, unobscured by the creeping pubes.
I hope you enjoyed that. I didn't.
( , Fri 1 Dec 2006, 16:01, Reply)
Several years ago my beau and his ol' china plate Dan found themselves in Soho, riding high on giddy post-gig euphoria. Stumbling into a cheap and nasty alehouse they bought themselves a tiddlywink each and meandered to the back bar. There, sat on a bar stool was a craggy blonde of advancing years, in a shortshort mini-skirt and cheap heels, legs mapped with deep varicose veins. Dan promptly went for a wizz, leaving my boyfriend alone with the car crash, who looked him in the eye and awkwardly smiled. She then proceeded to slowly part her wobbly legs to reveal her penchant for going commando as well as the word
"COCK" tattooed on her inner right thigh
and
"PIT" on her left.
There were little arrows too, accompanying the text, unobscured by the creeping pubes.
I hope you enjoyed that. I didn't.
( , Fri 1 Dec 2006, 16:01, Reply)
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