Your stories on The Devil's Pillows, please.
Suggested by PsychoChomp
(, Thu 6 May 2010, 13:21)
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Before having a baby, they were just big lumps of flesh on my chest, of no use to anyone (although mr vitamin c was rather fond of them). Since baby was born, they make milk. And if I aim right, I can spray it across the room, hitting mr vitamin c when he's rude about (for example) my cooking abilities. Which is far more socially acceptable than his attempts to spray me in the face with his milky fluids.
(, Thu 6 May 2010, 16:22, 6 replies)
You can spray milk.
He can spray filthy man fat.
But which will go further?
Only one way to find out...
(, Thu 6 May 2010, 16:46, closed)
I used to watch Mrs T's nips elongate and contract and suddenly find myself in a massive trance.
(, Thu 6 May 2010, 16:46, closed)
if so, then yes, I do it every day at work. it's such fun.
(, Thu 6 May 2010, 17:38, closed)
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