Still paying the therapy bills
Like most lads I discovered the joys of rubbing one off like a clockwork monkey when I was at the tender age of 12 or so. I had thought that my bishop-punishing, chicken-choking act of depravity was my dirty little secret until my father, mischievous grin on his face, nailed me with this little gem:

"Nathaniel could you stop wanking into your socks? It upsets your Mum on laundry day".

Made me stop for a whole week that did.
( venezuelan beaver cheese is mortally afraid of spoons, Sat 5 Jun 2010, 22:21, 2 replies)

Similar story to me
I used a pair of boxers

and they were discovered behind my headboard by a clearly shaken grandmother. couldn't look me in the face for a week.
(DEADLINK 's head is spinning like a child in a tumble dryer, Sun 6 Jun 2010, 1:27, closed)

Oh Nathaniel
( weaver., Sun 6 Jun 2010, 14:01, closed)

I know I'm in for a right bollocking
whenever he uses my full Christian name. Makes me sound like bloody Hawthorne.
( venezuelan beaver cheese is mortally afraid of spoons, Mon 7 Jun 2010, 12:34, closed)