Frosty the no.....man
I was about 9 or 10 and on my way to school when I saw the most supple delicate shapely pair of tits in front of me.

looking back it probably wasn't that great seeing as they were behind that shitty frosted glass but you could still see a hazy outline of pure breast.

I admit I did fantasize about them all day at school in-between gloating that I had seen a woman naked.

This lead to a bunch of us waiting near the foggy dreamland every morning for the best part of a week only for the boobs to appear along with a slightly overweight man shouting at us to stop standing outside his bathroom window.
(NuffMuff fucks shrubbery, Thu 6 May 2010, 14:58, 2 replies)

This will be in the newsletter next week.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 6 May 2010, 15:11, closed)

Just read this out to Mr. Badger.
He had an asthma attack. Result! *click*
(lonelybadger, Thu 6 May 2010, 15:30, closed)