
Your stories on The Devil's Pillows, please.
Suggested by PsychoChomp
( , Thu 6 May 2010, 13:21)
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In 1982 I was 9 years old. We went on a family holiday to Salou with my cousins family. Topless sunbathing was a new thing to us and very exciting to say the least. Me and my cousin were loving it and were amazed that our dads hadn't really noticed it. In fact, they were more bothered about the pollen count. They mentioned the pollen count daily, usually when we were on the beach and a discussion was held as to whether it was low medium or high. Strange behaviour.
5 days into the holiday I learnt that 'pollen' count had a different meaning to what I thought.
Pendulous
Orbs
Lying
Lazily
Every
Noon
Clever way of talking about tittybongos without the kids realising.
( , Sat 8 May 2010, 18:48, 1 reply)

you might need to buy some tissues.
( , Sat 8 May 2010, 20:00, closed)
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